#情感点评大赏 #
Sometimes, the mood is very melancholy, and sometimes, the mood is very irritable. Open your world again and again and close it again.
I look for clues to joy in all my sorrows, a beautiful landscape in all my regrets, a gap in hope in the deep sea of ice peaks, and a beautiful moonlight in the sudden awakening at midnight.
Once you were like a beautiful dream, brightening my gray landscape, you were like that sudden heavy rain, wetting my whole forest, and now you are transformed into a wisp of smoke, choking my thoughts and making me cry, and then quietly lost. You are like a gust of wind, blowing my face and freezing my heart, and then quietly lost.
A message of concern for you is long, quietly lying at the origin of waiting, waiting for the screen day and night, waiting for your message to pop up. Insisting on the leaf that refused to fall, trying to grasp a glimmer of hope, and finally being abandoned by the tree and eliminated by the world. Thinking of the green youth of the whole tree, thinking of the distant you, for the love of the prostration, I mourn in silence.
A long time ago, I had been looking for, in the cold winter, there was such a gentle pair of hands, there was a person I could love, leading me in the direction of the sun, giving me a steady and firm warmth.
Everyone has a time of disappointment and sadness, everyone has a time of pain, everyone longs for a word of concern to warm the heart, everyone longs for a pair of gentle hands to soothe the wounded heart, and everyone longs for a sincere heart to be understood. No one is particularly idle, no one is full of food, worried about everything about you and saorao you. No one's heart is made of steel, no one's feelings are chaotic, it is not easy for a heart to hold you for a long time, not everyone has that luck, get my blessings, and not everyone can have that luck, get my heart, get my care and miss.
Wait for a person's care, and finally wait until the heart is closed, waiting for your information like a long night, like a vast sky boundless.
I am too flying, trekking all the way to find you and wait for you, all the way to follow your thorn-cut feet are bloodied. Your deliberate concealment of your indifference made me understand that the question that has been plaguing me for so many years finally has an answer.
Turns out, your love has nothing to do with me.
Love is the product of the impatience I owe in the previous life, making me scarred in this life without a creditor, love, that is, the old man under the moon gave me the wrong red line tied to the wrong person. After so many years of wandering, looking back, I am still just a me, you are still you, just you smile happily in your aura. We are still just a point on two lines, and I am not even a passer-by on your life path. Over the years, I've missed a lot, missed flowers, missed rain, missed a lot of people, and made mistakes about you and me. If I let go at the beginning, maybe there wouldn't be so much sad waiting, and if I didn't click on the wrong thoughts at the beginning, maybe I wouldn't have so much helplessness and heartache.
Thank you for letting me go to your world, thank you for making me wake up to my silly years, the wrong flower season and the wrong peach garden, my story you don't know, my heartache you don't know, my pain you don't understand.
Let's all go with the wind, close our eyes, and let all the tears and all the stories become the consumer goods of time.
Sometimes the world seems so big that I can never meet you, sometimes the world seems so small that you can see your face as soon as you look up, and you can only lie quietly in my world and fulfill my eternal secrets.
Sometimes I often think that I am not useless, but also have my own uniqueness, have my own excellence, and it is enough to reach a little height of you, and enough to meet a little condition of your liking. Later, I finally understood that it turned out that all this had nothing to do with it. Although I am not good, but in the whole forest, you can no longer find the same leaf in the world, you can no longer find a person who loves you deeply, and there will never be such a person who cares about you.
What is parting, as soon as you turn around and smear a shadow on your back is the difference. What is Tianya? The separation of heaven and earth yin and yang is eternal. What is a promise and an oath, a promise and a vow are a matter of mouth. Cats and dogs don't know how to cry because they already know the ending and have no tears to shed. The fish never has tears, because it never has tears to comfort itself. You don't need me because your world can't tolerate me, and I don't need you anymore, I don't cherish you anymore, because I understand, I'm clear, I'm sad, and I'm gone.
Finally understand that some roads, in the end, still rely on the lonely: make up your mind to forget you, since then, the red dust is strange, walking alone, the green basket brushes over the placket, the sun and the moon sprinkle messy hair, holding a cup of sake, laughing at the long sky.
Make up your mind to forget you, and from then on, a person's floating joy, a person's thin water and long stream, watching the clouds shrink alone, listening to the whispers of flowers blossoming and falling. A journey of landscape, a passerby, a touch of tears, the road to the end of the world, each well, whether it is sunny and rainy, no longer important!
Make up your mind to forget you, the end of the world is empty of yin and yang road
Make up your mind to leave you and say goodbye to old dreams with tears
Make up your mind to forget you, this life and the next life, in the end, you and I are strangers!