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It's not that I don't love, it's that I can't love. At this time, at this stage, please take your love back... If someone says that I'm too emotional, I don't object. I love the lush, colorful flowers, plants and trees; I love the dazzling, looming sun, moon and stars; I also love rare and exotic species, flexible and free birds, beasts, fish and insects. If a person appreciates the world, then the world will be worth appreciating to him. I appreciate the life of standing in front of the window sill on a rainy day and silently counting the wind. The rain in the south of the Yangtze River often brings a trace of melancholy, and when it falls on people, it is sticky and sad that cannot be shaken off. The patter of rain clings to the window pane, dragging the underlying layer of turbidity, like tears, dragging tears. However, I often feel that the cotton rain in the south of the Yangtze River is gentle and quiet, pregnant with life and pregnant with Qiji.

Don't sacrifice love. If you sacrifice too many of your own preferences for love, then one day, your love will also be sacrificed, not even just love. No matter how much you love someone, you must choose to be loyal to your heart. Only in this way can you love with your complete self and get complete love. Now we are still together, just because of that agreement, we cherish every day together now even more. This feeling and this kind of life make us feel very relaxed: love for love, not love for responsibility or marriage.

In fact, everything is very confusing. I don't know if it is love, but it is light, pure, warm, and happy... I have memories of parting in my dreams, repeating Fragile Rose's performance on the stage, and the unfinished melody always echoes in my empty heart, only to realize that I forgot to say I love you a long time ago. Your turning back woke me up from my dream, and there was no trace of you anywhere outside the dream. Don't blame me for forgetting the day you left. The moment I woke up from the dream, the pillow had already recorded the tears. My pain is always resolved in your smile, letting me see that the beat of friendship is a beautiful world. You said that pain is like sand flying down, carrying a ray of setting sun and going away, but you continue to write about the years of burning passion...

Love, it turns out, is an experience. I hope people will last forever. An ancient fable: 500 years later, I came here and passed you by. Do I need to practice for another 500 years to continue our fate, or drink the Meng Po soup that was prepared a long time ago. Now, I have found the answer. I am going to fall into the next cycle of passing each other. I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day without seeing you, and drink water from the Yangtze River together. When will this water stop? When will this hatred come together? I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and you will live up to your love... I always miss the flowering period. Traveling through thousands of rivers and mountains, what I have lost is the olive tree in my heart... Okay? The question is like a voice that has never been heard in ancient times. Maybe it is a lifelong dream in exchange for this sentence. There has been wind and rain for thousands of years outside the door, and tears are falling down. What does a bird that cannot sing call? What does a goose that has no news call? What am I without you? In the mirror, I am beautiful

It was dusk the next day when she arrived at the beach. The setting sun had not yet set, and only half of his face was exposed, making his and her shadows very long. The waves rolled, lapping at the golden beach, and white seagulls flew across the sea. What a beautiful picture! A bag of paper cranes in her hand fell on the beach, and she stretched out her arms to let the sea breeze blow. At this time, a miracle happened. A thousand paper cranes all flew up and surrounded her. She was so happy that she spun in place. Spring returns to the earth, making the world no longer smell of death.

I dare not ask to be your only one, but you have invisibly dominated my joy and pain. Although you have told me countless times that the days to come will no longer be a corner where the sun cannot shine, but will the sunshine really belong to me forever? At the beginning, your deep gaze, frequent glances, impulsive holding hands, and trembling arms were all decorating my gorgeous and tender dreams. At that time, I silently made a promise in my heart: The only beauty I have belongs to you alone. No matter how the situation changes, I want you to know that after all hardships, there is a person who is willing to accept everything from you, who is willing to spend the ups and downs of life with you, who is willing to look forward to every beautiful flower and full moon with you, and to listen to each other's heartbeats together.

The world now has more helplessness and deception, and less peace and true love. I don't know who else to trust besides my parents? There are so many abducted girls, the despair and panic in their eyes, and the screams of agony, which makes people feel sore in their hearts! ! The sun still shines, the stars still dot the night sky, and all they hope for is compassion and freedom. They are desperate! Fallen! I suddenly discovered that hope is so strong and slim. And sympathy and conscience are so weak and vulnerable...

The sky became overcast, making the description of autumn thicker. There was a pot of flower on the windowsill with a few leaves. I looked up and looked outside, hoping to see an imaginary wild goose or a red maple leaf. Everything outside disappointed me. In an instant, I felt that everything in the world was extremely boring. It made me fall into a deep sleep and quickly entered my twilight years. To me, the first love of life is poetry, the smell of fruits floating in the space, a film that I have never seen but originated from the orbit of my heart. It is not void, not fragile, and not perishable. It is a precious era that is difficult to hold on to, but is truly bitter or sweet, hurts the sense of history or is beautiful.

I think of those days, that night, sleeping in the wild, with the lawn as a bed, the sky as a quilt, the moonlight as illumination, the stars as decoration, lying in groups of three or five, hugging each other, as if sleeping but not sleeping, with your words and my words, full of passion and pride, swallowing up mountains and rivers, and aiming to win the Five Mountains. Frankly speaking, being a beautiful woman, gaining fame and fortune is as easy as picking something out of a bag. Talk loudly, everyone expresses his or her own opinion. You are in one school, and I am in my own way. Current affairs and politics, the rise and fall of the world, are nothing less than countless treasures and eloquent words. I think back then, once we were separated, there was no hope of getting together, and we went our separate ways with different futures. The sky is high enough for birds to fly, and the sea is wide enough for fish to leap. In the past ten years, some people have become prosperous and spent a lot of money; some people have been down and out; some people have been proud and responded to a hundred responses; some have been frustrated and remain unknown; indeed, the old saying goes: Thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west of the river. Some are happy and some are sad.

Time flies like water. Over the past ten years, the sweetness of dreams and childhood paintings have flowed to the current situation, and life has suddenly become painful. Inadvertently, I found that my heart ached. It turns out it's you, and you already have someone you like. But I can only look at you silently. This is the pain of youth. The great sages have taught the world that love is the root of all suffering. The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but turning back is the end. However, I stubbornly believe in the beauty of love that ordinary people are obsessed with. Even if my heart is broken by love again and again, I can only swallow the bitterness in my heart with my mouth. This is the injury of love and the pain of youth.

As the saying goes: all roads lead to Rome. The starting point is at your feet and the end point is in Rome. There is only one shortest road, but there are more than one wonderful roads. The results are the same, but the process is different. Some people walk in gentle wind and drizzle, and some walk in violent storms. When they reach the end, the most unforgettable experiences for them are probably the wonderful, romantic, lonely or dangerous experiences on the way, because for them it is a personal feeling and personal understanding, and this kind of feeling and understanding on the way is often more beautiful and unforgettable than the result and the end point.

When I opened my eyes in the morning, the room was dark. After a while, I got up, opened the curtains and looked out. In the bright sky, a group of pigeons rowed back and forth, as comfortable as retired civil servants. "Why didn't a string of white smoke come out?" As I was thinking this, I suddenly felt a little funny: Why do I need to open the curtain cracks in my own home? Feelings are like picking apart the cracks in the door, haha. Thinking about it, he smiled and opened the curtain with two "swish"s. Standing in front of the window with hands on hips, I feel like I can see the mountains and small mountains, and all kinds of frosty weather are free!

I live in a not-rich family, my parents are both honest farmers~ I have never thought about marrying a rich man, that seems too luxurious to me! I don't have a high degree of education because that's something my family can't allow because we don't have money. The only good thing is that I am pretty and not as delicate as those rich people! I am so strong and kind! In this troubled world, everyone longs for a true love. Facing too many people and things, everyone will have an unforgettable memory. Leave a memory. Maybe it's mixed with sweetness and bitterness. But it also enriches the memories of life. Feel it with your heart. Feel it with your heart. You will find out. In retrospect, we have gradually matured.

Ruimu sniffed, walking aimlessly on the street alone, the shadows under her feet slanting and straightening, and then she grinned, as bright as a flower in this season. At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, her shadow finally formed a 40-degree angle with herself. She raised her head and squinted her eyes. The maze-like city was swallowing her up little by little, but she could only look around and walk like this, unable to do anything. "Did you lose something important?" He was the only one who spoke to Ruimu that afternoon, but the tears in the eyes of the girl in front of him made the man a little overwhelmed. Her greasy hair was hanging messily, and the skin on her face began to turn red from crying. Only her eyes were bright, and her tears were as transparent as crystal, falling down in large pieces. In a city like this, it's rare to see a sloppy girl like Mizuki, and he is the only one who would follow Mizuki for so long. That's right, his name is Li Sheng, a famous photographer in this city who spends a lot of time wandering around.

Jiawang had come to the city several times before with his father and second uncle, but this was the first time he came alone in a car. The bus wasn't crowded, but it was packed with seats. A fashionable girl came up on the way, wearing long hair, boots, short skirt, and carrying a big shiny bag. Jiawang knew that the city girls dressed up in such incredible ways, but he couldn't help but look at her more. Jiawang was born and raised in the countryside. When he was 23 years old, he left home and went to the city to find something to do. Unexpectedly, he rescued a city girl in the car.

Yes, 17, it's the rainy season. At that time, I would be inexplicably sad, inexplicably happy, and inexplicably missing someone. I always like to dream up some romantic stories and retain some people from the past, but I never understand that it is a mirage that is difficult to realize. 17 Years old, an age that belongs to books but not us. 17 Years old, a young but old word. 17 Years old is a day of tears and fatigue. At 17 years old, have you started to grow old? ! I never thought that a shy girl would ask me this. She said: "Sister, some people say that the age of 16 is the flower season and the age of 17 is the rainy season. Do you believe it?"

Those loves are like flowers planted when we were young. They bloom with a slight regret, and some subtle pain spreads in the heart. After passing through our lives, they leave indelible scars and unforgettable memories. With the passage of time, happiness and sadness fade together, and we may have lost a memory, a smile or a voice. But we also have - everything new: love, friendship, and the expectations of family members. There is always a new face to face... I met Xueer when I was extremely uneasy. At that time, I graduated from college and was assigned to a school in the suburbs. The surrounding environment was not very good. There was no place for people to adjust their emotions at night. The only things that comforted me were some books brought from college and a few gentle and sentimental pop tapes.

Taking advantage of the bright sunshine, I was walking on the street, but I was caught off guard by a sudden shower. I had no time and no intention to dodge. After a while, the cotton-padded jacket on my body became as heavy as a sponge absorbing water. The fine raindrops became more and more urgent, weaving the sky and the earth into one. My thoughts were dragged by the endless drizzle, and I finally took a breath and rested. I used to think that the lives of ancient literati would be simple and clear. The times gave them simple expectations: to be a prime minister and a general, to have a wife and a son. However, who? Do you want to put aside those worldly expectations, go to a high building alone, and choose another path for your life?

When you fall in love with someone, don't care about how long you can be in love, don't care about each other's gains and losses in this life journey. If one day you really have to say goodbye, then say goodbye with tears, thank each other, thank you and me for the journey of life, and the bright flowers blooming in your memory. What a pleasant and warm thing. When you fall in love with someone, please treat her tenderly. Although one day you are destined to choose the helpless half of life, you must also make our memories perfect. At least we once had each other...

Life is like a pendulum, constantly swinging, with ups and downs, low troughs, and rising peaks. But at a specific time, the location is certain, and the energy it possesses is also specific. If this is brought into real life, it means that a person's position and the value he or she exerts or embodies are also certain. Whatever position he or she is in, then what kind of value it will exert. Once all the conditions are in place, it is possible to maximize the value. If the conditions are insufficient or missing, the value will be compromised or even lost. Just like a strong man can lift a thousand kilograms, but cannot lift Mount Tai to cross the East China Sea. The same is true for people, position and value are corresponding.

Every day, looking at the hurried flow of people on the street, who knows how many of these strange faces come from far away and come to this city as if they are on an eternal date? No one can count, only these strange faces come and go, disappearing and reappearing constantly. Their stories are told over and over again and then forgotten. She has never believed in online dating, because the Internet is an illusory scene, and chatting online is just to fill the vacancy in her heart. But her fate is deeply connected with the Internet. They talked to each other and chatted with him, and she was so happy. As time passed, he had to go offline. To her surprise he would call her. As the relationship deepened, he made a request to meet, and "she" agreed to him.

I am obsessed with the maples in autumn. The maples in autumn are blooming all over the mountains and fields, and they bloom all the way to the horizon. It is endless. If the Japanese enjoy the fragrant cherry blossom dance in spring, then I miss that emotional autumn style in autumn. Summer comes so early, spring and autumn are always short, and summer and winter are always the most difficult seasons for people. No one likes the two extremes. Just like the equator and the North and South Poles, who wants to go there? If you have to make a choice between standing in the sun or standing in the cold wind and freezing, I'm afraid not many people can make a decisive choice. There was a moment when I realized how spotless you were. I lowered my head to look at the book full of words, and there was only tranquility. Suddenly, I heard a burst of laughter. When I looked up, there was no trace around. It turns out - it's the elf dancing on your body, singing and accompanying me throughout the romantic afternoon.

The man has always been very kind to the woman and takes good care of her. As long as he is at home, he will not let her do any housework. He can do grocery shopping, cooking, laundry, mopping the floor, washing dishes, etc., Quickly and well. If a woman likes something, she doesn't have to act coquettishly, he will always buy it as a gift. In his own words, women are meant to be loved. It was like a malfunctioning movie that unexpectedly stopped halfway through. What was frozen on the screen in the darkness was an unexpected scene. There are no words that are finished, and there are no things that are done. Only a melancholy blank remains.

"His passing broke my heart. I really can't forget it. I know that love is everyone's right. I can choose to love him, and he also has the right to choose not to love. If I fall in love, I will not give up easily, even if his heart no longer belongs to me." "Sometimes." , I really hate myself now, so unrestrained, unable to afford and let go. It was he who changed me. Ever since I fell in love with him, I have gradually lost myself. No matter what, I will not give in so easily, although I can't do anything now..."

If possible, I am willing to regret the things I have done before, but I really can't find out why I should regret it; if possible, I am willing to love you well again, but I really can't find where I don't love you, and I can't let you use my head as a bench to sit on. In the infernal affairs of a person, don't force me to wander in dimly lit places. I It is just a lonely bird, hovering in the dark sky until it can no longer flap its wings. I don't like the evening time of the day the most. Tonight, I am destined to walk alone under the dim light. Looking at the young lovers beside me, my heart is about to break. How much helplessness lives in my heart, how much sadness flows out.

Xin Xin is twenty years old this year and is a very lively girl. It was because of the scar on her face that she was ruthlessly excluded from the status of a good-looking girl. The scar on her face was caused by an oil burn while playing in the kitchen when she was eight years old. After graduating from high school, she wanted to find a job, but the small town where she lived was really narrow. That day, she went to the provincial capital thirty miles away to apply for a job with great enthusiasm, but she found dozens of job seekers, including individual companies and catering services. All because of the scar on her face, a very eye-catching purple-red scar as big as an egg, blocked her way to find a job. Although her wish failed, she still did not feel humble or depressed at all. She had her own plan in mind. She thought, if no one wants me, I will try it on my own. I have no problem with my hands and feet and I have nothing to eat?

Maybe I loved her too deeply, or maybe our relationship was too deep, which made me miss her more and more. I went back to Zhengzhou to see her again. After all, we had lived together for three years. Without a woman around me, I felt lonely and embarrassed. When I returned to the city with a feeling of seeking love, looking at the city, I seemed to smell her scent. I don't know if it will succeed, but I must go to see her, because I still love her in my heart, and no one can replace her place in my heart. But when I called the phone again, the voice prompt said that the other party had turned off the phone. I felt hesitant, bored, and felt like crying.

It's hard to fall in love with a guy at the same time as your best friend. When choosing between friends and lovers, which one is more important? The palms and backs of my hands are all flesh, and it's really hard to part with them. It wasn't until Lindy's accident that Ruoyun knew that the trading company had always been just a cover-up, and that Lindy's real business was drugs. She cried her heart out. The reason Lindy never said he wanted to marry her was because he couldn't see his future at all. He is an orphan and grew up in an orphanage. The lawyer said that he had been married once, but the woman betrayed him and used his money to support another man.

Love, there are too many things contained in this word. Love is both receiving and loving. There is a lot of love around everyone that you need to experience with your heart. Love can make a person live a bright life, or it can make a person live a dark life. Love can save a person, but it can also destroy a person. The word love has a positive meaning, but sometimes it deviates due to selfish interests. Therefore, both loving others and being loved by others require a degree. It is difficult to grasp this degree well. It is difficult in real society and even more difficult in the Internet. Man is the most advanced animal, the most complex animal, the most caring animal, and the most cruel animal.

A fruitless relationship came from my subordinate at work. I didn't expect that our relationship would be shattered like this. I just don't understand what he really loves me. I was very suspicious. He said he loved me very much, but he couldn't understand me. We were in a love triangle, so he was very confused. When I told him who I chose, he couldn't understand me. Instead, he hated me and wished I would die. This relationship was so complicated that I was so tired and I could finally let it go... Looking at these few lines, I didn't know what I was feeling at the moment. I was speechless, and then sour. It feels like ten years have passed by in an instant! How many decades are there in life?

Walking alone in the cold night street, drenched in sparse rain, the fallen leaves stubbornly drifted behind me, like the dim light lengthening my shadow, and my heavy thoughts could not be dispersed for a long time. It was a pitiful and lonely night. My mother's shadow follows me vaguely, meditating with me, floating with me, and dreaming with me. I always think that the passage of time will make some things forgotten, but today, nine years after my mother passed away, her voice and smile have become clearer and clearer. The emotions that penetrate into my brain are impossible to forget. The autumn wind blows away the dust, but the autumn rain nourishes my heart. It turns out that my mother has always lived in my heart.

When you proposed breaking up, you seemed so calm and without a trace of regret. When you came to my side, I found that you are so beautiful when you are calm! I really want to hold you and kiss you... But I can't! Do you know that your beauty has caused me a lot of pain? I grabbed my heart and said to you as if begging: "Don't leave me, okay! Don't break up, okay! Don't hurt me, okay!" You are still so calm... Don't you know that it is my struggle in the scarred pain? Don't you know that it's a plea to keep my only love? Don't you know that it is a man's request that he is willing to kneel in front of you in order to save his love? Did you really tear the beautiful things apart bit by bit this time and show them to me? Do you really burn the love of the person you once loved in front of him? Can't you see at all that I'm using my last strength to keep myself from falling?

I have always believed that the Internet is virtual, not real life, and that the online world is a spiritual home. I go online to relax myself. Although this so-called relaxation is short-lived, it can always find a breathing space for the soul and a corner for relaxation for the tired body and mind. I'm not good at expressing myself in front of others, but I don't want to wrap myself up online. I always thought that at this time, my emotional pulse would sway with the rhythm of logic. One day, when I put down everything, I didn't expect that a chance encounter would become a story in my heart and an emotional connection. From clicking on the Internet to meeting each other, it was all so casual. However, unconsciously, there was a feeling of care and longing in my heart. At this time, I finally understood that online feelings are not virtual but also real.

A long time later, I will still think of that summer, when we cuddled up on the soft beach, plugging one earplug in each ear close to each other. I saw the water surface gently stirring up small waves, you closed your eyes and asked me. Do you smell the sea? What did I say about the taste. You said it was astringent. The smell of being 17 is like us walking hand in hand, stopping in the aisle with people coming and going, looking up at the warm sunshine, dazzling, but very intoxicating. You're in Melbourne, okay?

I stayed up all night, the sky was full of leaves, and the red leaves fell in the wind, dancing gracefully in the wind. I stayed up tonight just to watch a rain, a rare rain, a meteor shower. He is no longer here, the person who wanted to watch the meteor shower with me... I remember there was a meteor shower when I met him, and the topic of the meteor shower was very simple when I talked to him, just because of that meteor shower. He said it was the Scorpiod meteor shower, and I said it was the Leonid meteor shower. What was the result? We were all right, it was the Leonid meteor shower that falls on a Scorpio date.

22-year-old Yudie lost her mother and her world began to collapse. 23-Year-old Yudie has a stepmother, and her world has become dark since then. The 24-year-old Yudie became a beautiful bride, and her world became filled with laughter. 26-Year-old Yudie has a lovely son, and her world has become full. 30-Year-old Yudie has a happy and warm home, and her world is peaceful and happy. I am just a passer-by, there is no reason for anyone to remember. There is no need to remember anyone, but I want to remember you deeply in my heart. Sadness overflowed in my heart, and I could only go to the bar to let the noisy sounds drown out the pain caused by the emptiness. Instead of singing, I sat quietly in a dark corner, smoked a cigarette quietly, and listened quietly to those people singing old and sad songs with almost exaggerated emotions until the sky was dark, and I drank glass after glass of whiskey, which gave me a spicy and cooling feeling.

If acquaintance, knowing each other, and falling in love are fate, then separation is another explanation of fate. Your simple words: We are destined to be friends, but we are destined to be friends, which explains our relationship for more than a year! If you think about it carefully, loving you turns out to be not easy. You left me so cruelly. I vowed not to miss you, fall in love with you, love you, or mention you again. But today I accidentally bumped into you on QQ. I still couldn't help but feel a little pain in my heart. It suddenly started raining outside the window, and tears suddenly flowed out of my eyes.

The most easily forgotten thing in the world is love. The world is always full of temptations. Just like a bear breaking a stick, he throws away the good thing when he sees it, and throws away the good thing when he sees it. In the end, the one who stays in his arms is actually the smallest one. I love you, not because of who I fell in love with, but who I became after falling in love with you. Years ago, I often fantasized about having the all-purpose pocket of Jingdang Cat to satisfy your materialistic vanity. Years later, someone told me that it was foolish to measure love with money, and I laughed it off without comment.

You once said that meeting each other in the golden year is God's care and mercy for each other. I was intoxicated for a time, but I ignored it. Showing favor and showing mercy is not the same as being in the same boat and raising eyebrows together. In June, the lingering rainy season never ends. The weather is gray all day long, with heavy rain. The once cozy boudoir is as humid as the bottom of the sea. In June, the lingering rainy season never ends. The weather is gray all day long, with heavy rain. The once cozy boudoir is as humid as the bottom of the sea. Covered by gauze curtains, there is no light in the room, and she is silent in the corner...

Love is a difficult thing, it will consume your youth. When the river of time rushed forward without stopping, I willingly boarded the shore of others while waiting hopelessly. Carving a boat for a sword can only keep love in its first years. Chen Zhuo used all his savings to buy a house by the river. It was a small house, smaller than a sparrow's heart, but you could just open the window. If you meet your beloved in your life, you can be said to be lucky. No matter what the ending is, you can be said to be happy, right? It is good to grow old together, but it is also very happy if you break up or feel sad for love. After all, you have loved, you have cried for love, and your heart has been broken for love. It was once very romantic. Two people can go crazy under the winter wind and walk under the summer rain. Even if the original lover has gone far away, the romantic plot of the love is still buried in your heart. Isn't this a very happy thing?

Love slipped from my fingertips and poured slowly. After all the beauty has been washed away, allow me to lend you a lifetime of happiness and repay your lifetime love. Cold as ice, passionate as fire, those are the marks engraved on my face. Which is true and which is false, even I have forgotten it! The pure look on his face no longer existed... I looked up and saw that familiar face. After so many years, the innocent smile and clear eyes remained unchanged. However, a woman's sixth sense clearly told me that this man I hadn't seen for many years should belong to me, not the woman next to him.

A man's passion comes from his greed for lust, infatuation is his undying heart for a lost love, ruthlessness is a mentality that sees through the warmth and coldness of the world, and ruthlessness is a disguised abandonment behind a man's affection. Harm often comes from passionate and infatuated people; unfeeling and ruthless people are the safest and most reliable people. Evil and insidious people are often good at disguising themselves to sow love, while kind and innocent people often escape from reality and put on a ruthless cloak to isolate themselves from love... We are husband and wife, and I love her very, very much. Someone asked me how deeply I love her? I don't know, because I can't answer, or I can give you an example to prove it, or it doesn't mean anything at all, it's just some inexplicable actions when I was deeply in love at that time.

I thought that the bird could not fly across the sea because the bird did not have the courage to fly across the sea. Ten years later, I discovered that it was not that birds could not fly across, but that there was no longer waiting on the other side of the sea... I could only linger in my memory. A sudden deafening noise woke him up. Just like that, sooner or later I saw the girl dancing the waltz on the stage. When her dance partner threw her away, she accidentally slipped and fell. She was stunned for a moment, then rolled 270 degrees on the stage, then climbed up leisurely and exited gracefully...

I'm looking for you, and that unfamiliar road has left your familiar scent. I am a lonely dancer, and the withered notes are beating in my heart. The wings are stained with your tears, how can I bear to abandon you? You gave me these wings. I want to find you, stop at the tips of your hair, and smell the fragrance of your hair. It's a long road, when will it be finished? The night is late and my hands are sore, but I never give up. A pair of wings is flying to you, from day to night. She stood on the edge of the cliff, and the strong air current made her breathless. The fierce wind almost knocked her down, crossing her face covered with tears, like a sharp knife, piercing her heart. She could feel him chasing her from behind, calling her hysterically, but she couldn't hear it. Her blurry tearful eyes glanced at the four words "Love Cliff" engraved on the edge of the cliff, and finally took a step forward, falling deeply into the cliff with a broken heart...

A love that I thought would last forever has come to an end. A lover who thought he would hold his (her) hand and grow old with him (her) reaches the time of separation. How should we face it. How should I give an explanation to this relationship, how should I give an ending to the person I loved and am currently loving... Love is both sweet and bitter. Perhaps many literary works will describe love as too perfect, too romantic, and too sacred, but love in reality is often full of pain and helplessness!

In July, in the middle of summer, the ginkgo is still green, but the heartache has gradually spread. The last class is a farewell to the teacher; the last exam is a farewell to the studies; passing the graduation thesis defense is a farewell to the student career. Then, I know the date when my friends will leave one by one, and I start to say goodbye one after another, say goodbye to my friends, my classmates, and the many lives I have been accustomed to for four years... The weather is getting colder and colder, and a few goose-feather-like snowflakes are floating in the air from time to time.

They say memories are beautiful, but who can experience the sweetness and bitterness of memories? We will both be the most familiar strangers. Neither your happiness nor my happiness is given by the other party. Because as soon as you open your mouth, the happiest and happiest words will hurt you. We missed it, we missed the time to meet, we missed the time to get acquainted, we missed the time to fall in love, and what we still have to miss is the eternal regret in each other's hearts. Yes, she just wanted to prove the purity of his love for her, but she didn't expect that the price would be so expensive. He used his fresh life to pay the price of love and bridge the distance from one heart to another.

Love comes and goes so quickly, making even a little more happiness a luxury for me. If love can come back, I think I will never let go, and I will firmly grasp the happiness I want! I haven't slept for two days, but I don't feel a trace of sleepiness! A wounded heart can only be calmed when listening to music. I have loved him for 4 years and buried him in my heart for 3 years. I thought I could start over with him, but I didn't expect that what I was waiting for was the end! Just because I don't have the first time! He said that without the first time, there would be no complete love. Then why talk about happiness and the future? I said, what if we love each other? He shook his head: Even if you fall in love, you can't escape reality.

Above his head, the moonlight illuminated the attic through the skylight, and the skeletons of his mother and sister were still hanging on the beams, swinging from side to side. Lucas's mother and sister were also dead, killed by bombs. Five years later, they were killed by a bomb right here, in the yard of their grandmother's house, just a few days before the war ended. Lucas went back to sleep in his room. He sleeps in the big bed, no longer forgets market days, and no longer lets his goat's milk sour. He took care of the livestock, tidied the yard, and ran household chores. He returned to the forest to collect mushrooms and dry firewood, and he also began to fish.

When I stand in Shanghai, which is a mixture of magic and contradiction, East and West, modernity and decadence, my consciousness will be clouded for a moment, and I will want to take a closer look and see if this is really Shanghai? "Go to Xi'an to see the tombs, go to Shanghai to see the heads." The heads on Shanghai Beach can really be described as "moving around." In such a moving state, I would suddenly want to squat down for a moment. During the day, the sound of people and traffic flowed through my eardrums, and hurried footsteps began to move on the street. Seemingly shrewd people walked past, heading towards the office of the modern high-rise building with great vigor.