Feelings cannot withstand dullness, friendship cannot withstand wind and rain. Only when your heart is calm can you hear your own voice, and only when your heart is clear can you see the nature of all things. Live your life quietly. If your heart is not moved, what will the wind do? If you are not hurt, the years will be fine. Those who care about you will care about your feelings and will not make you uncomfortable; those who don’t care about you will not care about your sadness, why should you not let go? Love is the cherishment of each other and the care of both parties; love is a weak flower, and only when you care with your heart will be mellow. If you love, please cherish it, if you don’t love, please let it go. Respecting others is also respecting yourself. Being well with each other will be a sunny day.

Some people cherish you with all their might, but you don’t care; there is a heart that always waits for you, but you turn a blind eye to it. There are so many loves that are not valued, so you walk away; there are so many figures that are not cherished, and become backs. Feelings do not discuss right or wrong, only true or not; fate does not talk about long and short, only care about no matter how much you want. Those who keep you in your heart may just stay together peacefully; they always regard you as the only one, or just wait silently. People always don’t know how to be content, and always think that there is a randomness that is within your fingers; the heart sometimes becomes confused and cannot see the happiness behind the dullness. Don’t use your pride to hurt a precious fate, and don’t let your indifference be dissipated with a rare heart.

There is a kind of love, which is clearly deep love, but cannot be expressed; there is a kind of love, which is clearly wanting to give up, but cannot give up; there is a kind of love, which knows it is torment, but cannot be able to escape; there is a kind of love, which knows that there is no way out, but the heart can no longer be taken back. Does happiness hurt? Let her go, but I can't let myself go. Some things turn around for a lifetime. At first I don't know each other, but in the end I don't recognize each other. If love is just passing by, why go here? Some loves have to be alone in the world. When I come back, I can't tell you. Time will always give you the answer, who is the person who really loves you, and who really cares about you; who is the person who cares about you, but doesn't care about you at all. Some people are not worth cherishing too much, but some loves are worth cherishing.

When I face the sea, others are in spring. When I want to die with the sea, but it has become the Dead Sea first, I have many memories about you, but you are paranoid and think that you are just a passerby. I want to be with you, even if it is a farce without beginning or end, I will persist until the moment when the whole world becomes dim after you leave the stage, holding a small lamp and standing waiting for you in memories. I just hope there will be someone who knows that I am not really okay when I say it's okay; there will be someone who knows that I am not really happy when I force myself to smile.

Because of you, everyone else has become a concession. Some things cannot stand up to another. The two luckiest things in my life, one is that time has finally exhausted my love for you, and one is that one day, I met you, if all the scars can be healed, if all the true heart can be exchanged for true meaning, if all the belief can persist, if all the emotions can be perfect, if all the emotions can still be met in a certain city, with a simple smile, a slight happiness, and a wanton hug. How great it would be. But it is really just if.

Some people have met, some people have lost, maybe life is like this, the seasons are flowing, and who will be left behind in the end, and they will be with you. It seems that more and more losses are beginning to replace the gain. How to choose those deep and shallow traces of the years, those memories that cannot be frozen. Find a cup of cold water to relieve the thirsty throat. Write some sad words and record some trivial life. Hold your fingers together to keep warm, and you can only maintain the moment. Whoever says that you will be calm when you know how to let go. I smile, do you really know how to fulfill it? Text, text, phone, online messages.

I began to let some people gradually fade out of my life. I don’t believe that there is anything in this world that can last forever. You are not mine, and I am not yours. My heart is so small that there are not many people who can meet, and there are only a few who can give. The remaining tenderness in my memory will eventually not match the happiness in front of me. Even if it is just a small spot of light, we can only see in front of us, and then have a simple life. The difference is just the heart.

She said: "You will find someone better than me. I smiled and said: "But I will not be so kind to people anymore." There is no happiness when I should laugh, no tears when I cry, no promise when I believe. Use a fake name because I want to tell a true story. When I should persevere, I let go of your hand. Let go of you, not because I don't love you, but because I love you too much, time will not change the pain, time can only adapt to the pain. It is not others who are separated from us, but the world. The suffocating silence, the sadness is me, not you,

How many times, memories have drawn life into a circle, but we have been in the same place countless times and cannot be relieved. We always hope to return to the place where we first met. If we can choose again, we think we can love more simply. Leave tears to the person who loves you the most, and leave smile to the person who hurts you the deepest. The best love between the two hearts is a peace of mind; the best feeling between the two is a kind of resentment. Love is a wish, and even more contentment.

The eyes that have cried look at the years are clearer, and the heart that has hurt will know how to care for happiness better. So let go of his hand and I will smile and walk forward. The love he once gave me will continue to warm my future. As for the harm, it is left to time to bury it. Perhaps it is because the tears are too real, so my heart is a little trembling. Clouds are clouds after all. However, when it is wronged, they will also shed tears, that is rain. No one is worthy of your tears, and those who deserve your tears will not make you cry. Legend has it that there is a city without tears. People in the city initially have only happiness but no tears, but later because tears are dry.

Tears are all over the ground and can never be picked up again. Love is to feel sorry for your heartache, cherish your love; love is to see through your fragility, tolerate your show of strength, accept your stinginess, and remain unrestrained! Never need to remember, because you have never forgotten. Those who have smiled with you may forget them, but those who have cried with you will never forget them. The flowers bloom and fade, and only the lotus leaves are still holding on, recalling the appearance of the flowers infatuatedly. Love is like a tug of war, when one person lets go, the other person will be hurt. One end of the train is eternal concern, and the other end is eternal yearning. I am watching my youth on the other side of the river, and I see it calmly and sadly.

In this life, people always have a reality that they are unwilling to accept and a mood that they do not want to bear. They always face it with their hearts but cannot get kindness that they appreciate; they always wait for them in their hearts, but cannot wait for the rebirth of their conscience. Pain is just feelings; injuries is just heart. They are serious and devoted, but they lose all the way; they are so dedicated that they have no room for nothing, but they forget to cry. They expect to be valued, but they are ranked last; they come with hope, but return with disappointment. Feelings cannot withstand dullness, and friendship cannot withstand wind and rain.

The night ended the hustle and bustle of the day and quieted down, accompanied by the faint light of the street lights in the distance. The wind swept across the entire wilderness without warning, stirring up thoughts. The stars hang in the sky far away, flashing with their slight starlight, not as brilliant as the sun but as intoxicated as flowers.

——Preface

If you want to exchange indulgence for sadness, don’t break your heart. This chaotic world is filled with so much despair and sorrow. You want to be a brave man, fighting for love and faith, and you are filled with unparalleled spiritual energy and light. You have the talent and reputation that is comparable to great men, and you are such a proud and lonely man. Your inch of crazy heart has not been said, and it has rained several times in the evening.

I once thought that those who love each other must stay together. Only by staying together can emotions last for a long time. However, this shore and the other shore are just a gap in space, but they cannot extend the distance between the soul.

Time flies, and the years are silent. The days are as slow as streams flowing quietly, and only time flows by your side. What is settled is the happiness and joy, warmth and warmth that accompany you all the way. For me, in this withering, I feel the poetic autumn, and I just want to do one thing, pick up a piece of red maple leaf and gently carve my heart words. Faith is the theme that I will never change in this life! Then, I send happiness to the city where you are. From then on, in my heart, in my life, I gently hold the warmth you promised, and quietly wait for you on the other side of the years!

A relationship, repeated weighing, finally deepens the length of time. As we chase and remember, we have what we have finally gained and what we have lost in the end. Perhaps, only when we are meditating will we understand that in this memory, we often get less happiness than pain. When lovesickness becomes sorrow, we have never caught anything except lamenting to the moon.

I have always been obsessed with the simple style of life, and I only want to use a calm heart to watch the clouds roll and the seasons change. Many things that are not in line with the season will inevitably be left behind by time, just like the once lush autumn leaves. When life is exhausted, they will eventually be separated from the connection and connection of the leaf veins. And I have been here, shaking off my burden, standing in the monsoon as a tree, raising towards the boundless warm blue sky.

Night falls, and the spring rain softly kisses the gauze curtain as thin as a cicada's wings, dripping rhythmically on the window frame, adding infinite thoughts. In my mind, in happiness and tranquility, my heart is twisted into the tenderness and grace of water. In the affectionate rainy night. At this moment, the rain outside the window is no longer the cold autumn rain. In my eyes, it is a kind of softness, like a spoiled girl, it is pity, love, it is softness, it is moist in my heart. It is a kind of longing, looking forward to a beautiful future, embracing you in the season when flowers are flying, let love be placed in a free and angry mood under the oil paper umbrella, beside the bluestone, lilac alley, such a time, such a moment, I accidentally get drunk, drunk, drunk in this autumn rain like graceful and light dance steps

The sunset breaks through the moon, the sky still reflects the red road to home. The pen that has been wandering for a long time is full of tired plain paper, accompanied by withered haggardness, meets the mottled shadows of the years, splashing ripples in the heart, sighing, letting the years hold the hand holding the pen, listen quietly to the gurgling water; the waves in the drifting sea of ​​heart, called it; the swaying years outline whose mottledness is only the love drunken glass for a night, and it is another sleepless night.

True love is when people are thousands of miles away, but dreams are dependent on each other; true love is when years pass by, but never leaving each other; true love is when each other gives without regrets.
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