This book is really, really sad (I think) I cried when I read the fourth chapter. It's really a pity. In the end, there is a small scene where the male protagonist asks the male protagonist if he knows his high school classmate who is the female protagonist in the book. The male protagonist's answer is that he has never heard of this name. It's really a pity. The female protagonist also wrote a letter to the male protagonist, but the male protagonist has never read the letter. Finally, the letter was seen by the male protagonist's girlfriend. She didn't tell the male protagonist but put the letter back in its original place. It's a pity that the male and female protagonists have an intersection, but the female protagonist seems to have not told the male protagonist her name. The second male protagonist is also very infatuated. There is a scene where he said to the male protagonist that if the girl he likes confesses to you, please don't say it in a hurtful way. This scene left a deep impression on me. This book will be available as a physical book soon. If you like it, you can read it. Recommended star rating: five stars
Story summary: They themselves are two bright moons who can keep pace with each other, but they unfortunately missed it because of their youthful cowardice and ignorance. He was a dream that she could never finish in her entire life, but she was a gust of wind that was dispensable to him. Perhaps what was missing between them was never that deep love, but that insignificant courage and that one ten thousandth of luck. What if... Character characteristics: Realistic romance Theme categories: Campus, modern romance, difficult feelings Recommended star rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
The author of the first book has a very good writing style. The first part was so ridiculous that I was almost tortured to death at the end. It took me several days to get out of it. Although the final ending was HE, Ah Ruan and Mu Zhe reunited, but the god Moli in it did not wait until his sword spirit was soft and soft. [Crying] [Crying] When I read the second book, I almost didn't stop. I cried all the time. It was so sad.
I have always been unhappy in my life, and Riddle created a good image (not understanding love is consistent with the product of a love drug), but then Catherine left without saying goodbye for fifty years, and Tom died not long after we met again, losing to love again. Catherine took away his soul and reincarnated, but her soul was exhausted and could no longer accompany Riddle for the rest of his life. In the new life, Riddle had a family who loved him and a prosperous life. Catherine left quietly. Riddle never married again in his life, because his only wife was Catherine [crying] (The heroine really died because she loved Riddle, a contradictory person who did not understand love) [crying] [crying] [crying]
Seeing Chen Erxing's silence when he saw his mother's scarf, I really wanted to cry, because he knew that his mother was dead. Do you understand? Do you understand? Sympathetic feelings[cry][cry][cry][cry][cry]
Story summary: The heroine met the dazzling him in the best years of junior high school, and the two became friends. The heroine's grades were very fast, and the two hearts gradually got closer, but that layer of window paper... She is really, Li Yihan, I cried to death, so real [crying] [crying] [crying]
These four books have always been the aesthetic ceiling of my bookshelf! ! ! The first book, "If there is a fairy tale in the forest, please let Shiyu have a sweet dream." The second book, "If there is no cure for AIDS, then I will always be with you." The third book, "Wow, oh, oh, it's so good to cry." The fourth book, you thought it was a sweet story, but it turned out to be blood sugar [crying]
In the fifth year after she was separated from him, she stood absent-mindedly in the place where they had been. For the first time, she truly realized that he was no longer by her side.
The heroine is not with Jiujiu, love is not everything, but I love you with everything, why not give the book a complete ending. Because the author is broken in love
The author of the first book went away for a while, and then came back, updated a few chapters, and finished it hastily. I felt regretful about the second book. The third book was also so good, and the author disappeared. The fourth book, since the author got married, he only came back for a long time, and basically only updated one chapter, and then left again. I feel like I can't see the end in this life. There is another one that was very popular in the past. It is based on other people's memories and then laundering them. Many of them appeared and were modified through the system. But there is one book that I like because it is the protagonist. He actually made it himself, not modified by the system. It's a pity that the author is gone again. There are also some novels that I like very much that have been removed from the shelves by Tomato. Really, Li Xian likes them very much. I used to have an account, and a novel in it was removed from the shelves. Then my Tomato account was deleted by my mother. Then when I logged back in, I just created a new account. I can't go back to that account, and the novel can't be seen anymore.
If you want to write about regrets, you can't just write about regrets. You want to - write about joys and sorrows, about separation, about old friends sleeping forever, no longer seeing each other, sighing unwillingly. Write about sadness, about going and staying, about the beginning of old dreams, it is difficult to calm down the flow in the heart, and it is difficult to control the mood. Write a glimpse of the amazingness that lasts for thousands of years, just like the stars falling into the world. Write a careful trial, counting the twists and turns until dawn. I write about a mutual acquaintance who cherishes each other and wishes to pick up the stars and send them to your heart. Write about the fall of the eternal vows, and fill the scroll with lovesickness with bare hands. When I write about the heartbreaking separation, I shed tears before I want to speak outside the pavilion. Write about the confusing hope, and the silence in the dark night exhausts the pain. Writing about the cycle of self-reconciliation, my thoughts never grow moss. Write about the open-mindedness of thousands of sails passing through the border, and the grassy path into the deserted garden in the dim place. Write about the hesitation and desolation of rain. Write about the magic and melancholy of a dream. The writings are scattered and turned into mud and ground into dust, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. Writing about sentimentality, there is no room for hatred since ancient times, and no one can cross a broken bridge. I can't write this until I recall it, but I was already at a loss. I wrote about ten years of life and death, without thinking about it, and I will never forget it. The writing is long and windy, and the years are falling and no one can change the cup. Write about the change of day and night, and the everlasting brightness of the stars, but there will never be any light in a corner of my heart. Write about the cycle of four seasons and the ten miles of spring breeze, and my world is always winter. I want to write about the hands of fate and the obscurity of the secular world. Write about the confrontation between recklessness and escape. Write about the ambiguity between sweetness and bitterness. Write about doing something you know you can't do, and write about the sober sinking. Write about unpredictable thoughts. Write back and forth attitude. Write about the pain of self-restraint. A one-man orgy of self-doubt. It is extremely helpless to write about my thoughts and dreams. Write about the silence and pain that are close at hand but far away. Write about manners that you have never done before. Write about the ignorance of self-repression. Write about the past, write about the small period of happiness recorded by the camera. Write about the coincidence of light and shadow. Write about the awkward moments when you are happy. Write about the stiff shoulders and unspoken rejection, and the corners of the mouth that rise and fall when mentioned. I want to write about Yangguan and sing it all over, and the smoke locks the Qin Tower. I want to write about the running water in front of the building and stare at it all day long. I wrote that I was too lazy to comb my hair on the curtain hook on the sun, and my sick soul was sad for the autumn. I wanted to talk but gave up. It is written that a wandering firefly enters the painting building in the middle of the night, but Qingluo disappears, and the sweet dream becomes empty. I want to write about the flowers and willows in front of me for many years, but I don't see each other in this world. To write about the incense lamp in the embroidered pavilion going on and off, there is never a perfect world. (I wrote a few poems, should I count?) When writing about regrets, it not only describes the regret itself, but also depicts the joys and sorrows, and the scattered situations. The old friend has gone far away, and we no longer see each other's appearance. The sadness is deep, is troubled by whether to stay or go, thoughts are flying, it is hard to find the laughter of the past. Although the fireworks in the world can be described in writing, the feeling of loss and regret will never disappear. When writing about regrets, is not only a sigh of regret, but also depicts joys and sorrows, the separation of feelings is hard to break. The old friend has gone far away, no longer looks forward to seeing each other, sighs unwillingly, the voice of the heart changes with the wind. Love and sorrow are deep, going and staying are all tied up, thoughts are like a tide, it is difficult to calm down the past. Although the sorrows and joys of the world can be seen through writing, there is regret in the heart, and the sadness will never go away. Write down all the joys and sorrows in the world. Things in the world are unpredictable and ever-changing. Draw the ever-changing picture of clutches and clutches, old friends are gone and it's hard to see them again. The only thing I can't bear to sigh in my heart is that life is a long and windy road. It's hard to look back at the separation of old friends, and I regret in my heart that the passing years have passed. Writing about feelings and sorrow is like a river flowing eastward, with wandering thoughts that are hard to control. Painting about whether to leave or stay is like leaves falling in the wind, wandering and helpless, and it is difficult to settle down. Painting an old dream is like the first unfolding of a scroll. Memories emerge and are hard to erase. Painting one's mood is like the gentle plucking of a piano string, and the intertwined emotions are hard to calm down. As time goes by, emotions and old dreams fade away, only the mood is hard to find, like a shadow, lingering, I wish you peace of mind. "After all the regrets have been told, there will be new stories."
Shiyin, a Bai Yueguang who never appears but appears throughout the whole story [crying] If there hadn't been that accident, the three sisters would have been very happy [crying] I believe that they would have been happy in the parallel world [sending my heart]
The 18-year-old Zheng Yurou did not wait for Lin Zeshen's confession. At the age of 24, she waited for a belated confession but he stayed on the way to see her forever. The 24-year-old Jiang Nian bravely protected her 18-year-old self and returned to the person Jiang Yiming loved, but Jiang Yiming also lost her forever. After three long nights, I finally finished reading it. My love brain has been cured. Lovers will eventually be separated from each other by yin and yang! ! !
This book is completely about looking at the ending of a proud man who is destined to die from the beginning. It made me feel so uncomfortable at the time [I almost cried]
How to say, love rises with the wind, but it is difficult to calm down when the wind stops. What if life is just like the first time we met? When we first saw it, the roc rose with the wind in one day and soared ninety thousand miles. Looking back. The past has gone with the wind, and the white moonlight in my heart has long been changed. The mediocre may become famous, or they may continue to be inactive. But no matter what happens, there is only regret. Isn't it? There are only novels to anesthetize myself. Forget yourself. Nostalgic for the past
Come on, come on, these books have been around since ancient times.
The first book: She has been a substitute for others all her life. The concubines in the palace told her that she should not like the emperor if she liked anyone. Fortunately, she only had a heartbeat for three days. What should I do if she had a heartbeat for three days...
Book 2: When the love value reaches 100%, he will die to escape from the plane [almost crying]
The third book: "The mountain breeze is gentle, like the waves swaying in the moonlight, gentle and soft, staying behind time, turning into a story he heard when he was a child. In a distant city, in a strange place, there are mountains and seas he has never seen before."
The first yyds, I would like to call it the Top.1 Tomato abuse article. If you don't want to cry, just hit me. The second book is my book, but everyone who has read it is clamoring to beat me up. So I think it can be regarded as a bit uneasy. If you have time, you can support your children.
I highly recommend the short story "The Sun Never Goes to the Old Testament". From childhood when I was accompanied by the chirping of cicadas, to shouldering through the wind and rain together, she is the sun that illuminates my darkness. But the light should belong to the vast world, and my obsession has become her shackles. A decisive reply breaks all past agreements. The friendship of more than ten years ended slowly and ended tenderly, but the regret remained in my heart for a long time.
The male and female protagonists love each other deeply💞but there is always one step between them. It was only after the female protagonist died that the male protagonist regained the memory of his past life [I almost cried] These were all forced by him. After all, he still owes the princess his life, which is exactly what the Taoist said: Fate is too shallow...
The male protagonist lost his memory in a car accident and thought he was not in love with the female protagonist. After the female protagonist died, the male protagonist slowly regained his memory and then went crazy. The ending is BE
⭐This is an ancient and abusive article. I believe that many people who like to read regretful articles have not read it. ⭐The heroine was originally the concubine of a minister's family. She was not favored and had a humble personality. How could she resist the eldest sister's escape from marriage? Her father threatened to marry her with the only first love in the world that was good to her. No one took her seriously. Her first love finally died in front of her. In order to get revenge. Hatred, the female protagonist is desperate, the male protagonist is a prince, he marries first and then loves. The male protagonist falls in love with the female protagonist wholeheartedly. Later, the female protagonist is also moved by the female protagonist, but the maid whom the female protagonist regarded as a sister is killed. In the end, she becomes BE, and there is no way back.
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