Text: Smell the autumn sounds
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<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="51" > introduction</h1>
The world is so big that two people can meet in the vast sea of people, which is a rare fate. Love takes root and sprouts rapidly in the heart, day after day, more and more sweet, more and more intense, and will eventually grow into a towering tree.
The long road of red dust makes people understand that life is originally a verb.
When two people are together, waiting for the dawn sun, chasing the evening sunset, sometimes even forgetting the time. The eyes, the heart, and the mind are completely occupied by the loved ones.
Zhang Xiaoxian once said: "Love is composed of many boring little things, one day, we miss a person and a relationship, what makes us look back and smile may be a boring moment together." ”
Long love, in the years, quietly stole a person's heart.
Love is so beautiful, like a light spilled into the lonely life, people are fascinated.
Love is a necessity and a destiny. From the moment of moving your heart, you are destined to become a prisoner in this love game, which is fate and robbery.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" Data-track="50" what is it like to fall in love >, but have no ending? </h1>
Love each other, but no ending, a deep affection, nowhere to put. Always miss each other, empty tears.
I always think that two people who really love each other can definitely stay together until they are white. But life is always imperfect, life is like this, so is love.
Falling in love with a person who has no reason is a kind of torture. Whipping that infatuated heart over and over again, the unspeakable bitterness, cannot change the reality that has become a foregone conclusion.
How can someone who has truly loved let his memory be forgotten in his mind? Miss has repeated it many times, but love is eventually defeated by reality.
I once cried uncontrollably because I missed too much, and there was no smell of the other party in the air, unspeakable affection, and I couldn't forget the bits and pieces, and I remembered in the lonely nights day after day.
Love is not possible, what is the use of having an infatuated heart? The more some people try to forget, the more they think about it, the more they occupy the whole of reason.
Love without an ending is painful, pain into the bone marrow but still can not change the result of becoming a passer-by in each other's lives, thoughts have become a habit, desire to be close, desire to be far away.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="24" > twilight thoughts, but no "name"</h1>
Knowing that a love has no ending, I still can't help but secretly miss it.
The Russian poet Pushkin put it this way: "Even if I leave you far away, I will not be separated from you, because my soul is already full of memories of you... Those sleepy gentle lips and eyes will torment my memories. ”
Thoughts are like a tidal wave, once it emerges, it is menacing, even if the presence of the other party is no longer perceived, but the feeling of the heartbeat is still fresh in memory.
The loved one has long become an indelible trace engraved in the depths of the heart, knowing that there is no end, but still unwilling to let go of himself. In this prison of love, the heart is willing to be tortured.
I know that there will be no happy ending if I persist, but I still can't put it down. Because of deep love, even if they do not become dependents in the end, not friends, not lovers, and even the only relationship is "no relationship", the pain is not willing to forget.
The beauty of the encounter makes people have too many hopes for the future, but life will always be mixed with a lot of dissatisfaction, perhaps full of affection in exchange for a silent farewell.
In this love monologue without "fame", I have long been accustomed to the thoughts of twilight.
Although there will be no more intersections, and they will eventually go to their respective life journeys, that unforgettable memory has become the last thought.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="48" there is a pain > called wanting to love but not being able to love</h1>
There is a regret in life, that is, to meet, to know each other, to meet the right person at the wrong time, and to become a guest of each other. This is just a joke made by heaven, even if there is no helplessness in the heart, the fate of this life is finally over.
Although it is painful, it also contains happiness, and it is a great blessing to meet in this life. Although the ending is not expected, the smell of longing can also warm a heart.
The love is separated by mountains and seas, the mountains and seas are not flat, and some feelings can only be stored in the bottom of the heart, and from time to time the heartstrings are plucked.
The heart has a thousand words to express, but not disturbing may be the last tenderness, the principle of the heart makes itself willing to endure this pain, somewhere in the world, to store this thought.
In the years to come, secretly love a person and see the beauty of this world.
It's hard to let go, then put it in your heart, don't deliberately forget, the story of existence has its meaning, and blessing each other may be the best ending.
In the years to come, let the time grow old, love will always be in the heart, has nothing to do with the wind and snow, and does not contradict obsession. Since you have decided not to see each other again, let's hide this love deep in our hearts.
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About the author: Smell the autumn sound, live by words. Autumn wind boiling rain, a glass of sake, three or two stories, on the lonely road with you as a companion.