Years do not spare people, but with you, I am willing to spare all the unsatisfactory, even if time has carved the traces of time between my smooth eyebrows, the rest of my life is a few days, with your understanding, you can live easily, because I believe in Lin Yutang's words: There is a confidant in the world, you can not hate. From then on, you can have a ruoshui state of mind that has gone through vicissitudes, full of branches of the years, prompting the blossoming of thousands of branches, using the blossoms of one tree and one tree to record the flow of water, and write down the beautiful and lingering in the heart.
Understand you, not only do you fly high or not, pay enough, but also care about whether you are tired or not, but also feel more sad about your running and suffering
Understand you, is not to be rigid and polite behavior, with people who understand the happy exchanges, do not have to worry about the other party will have superfluous ideas, can be frivolous, can be arrogant, life is more proud than this.
To understand you is to go far beyond the shallow material level, to always understand the deepest desire of the soul, to be willing to give you the most beautiful things.
To understand you is to push your heart, to always care about each other, to understand the difficulty behind you, and to feel sorry for the loneliness you encounter
Because they understand that no matter how far apart they are, two hearts can also depend on each other; because they understand, they are tolerant; because they understand, they are the same heart.
Not drunk will not know the liquor, no love will not know the heartache, once an unforgettable past, often in the middle of the night when the mind comes up, a feeling of tearing the heart and lungs is always with the helpless sigh, the biggest pain in life is to lose the most loved person in this life, this pain, no matter how time flies, will be at some time, somewhere in the dead and come back to life, sadness is still the same, regret is difficult. When I dream back in the middle of the night, who will know that my heart is broken.........
The Red Dust Ferry poured out a lifetime of fanghua, just to meet you who fell in love with you and found a you who understood me. You are the warmest confidant of my life, the most beautiful encounter. If meeting each other can achieve a period of mutual understanding, I hope that you and I will meet in the most beautiful years, on the road of ups and downs, we all long for someone who can always accompany you, always stand by your side, and work hand in hand with you, listen to your heart.
A journey of landscape, is already a pain that can not go back, time is changing, the surrounding things are changing, happiness is always short, flowing old things, little by little in the memory of the heartbreak, wet tears of the past, countless earthly sorrows, chasing dreams, with deep affection to hide the sadness in the heart, do not want anyone to see the hopelessness of the bottom of the heart, listen to the lonely pouring out of the heart, bury yourself in the gray old time, the hazy memory, lonely flow in the tear stains, wandering in the pain of fate. Listen to sad songs in the silent night, listen to the rain ticking outside the window...
Feelings, relying on sincerity, but also deep affection. Only when you can't give up will you love them; if you can't put it down, you will be willing to compromise. To give is by the heart; not to leave, to rely on the will. Willingness will be involuntary; no complaints and no regrets will be dead hearted. Like a person, into the heart and emotional; miss a person, warm and sweet. Is there anyone who loves you so fearlessly and firmly, if there is no chance, how can you and I meet in the vast sea of people! If there is a fate, why do we know each other but can't keep each other! Ask what the world is! Orthodox people live and die! Only because of the red dust, so there are so many encounter stories, so many ending feelings, there are so many emotions ~ after all, a (love) word is difficult to end... Obsessed and tired, the heart is fragile, and the love is haggard in the depths. The evening wind is light, the clouds are thick, the column is alone, and the acacia is empty...
The person who can't forget must have been deeply loved;
Can't let go of the love, there must be expectations;
It's not that you don't want to, it's not that you don't want to
Instead, it is sentimental to miss too much.
Those who have entered the heart are the most unforgettable;
Emotional affection is the most difficult to let go;
In the depths of red dust, he guarded an empty city alone, but he met a person with a white head.
The most beautiful encounter, a period of entanglement, thin thoughts.
In this life, you can't be with you until the end of your life, and you miss each other, even if you cry, it is a beautiful sadness.
Since then, I have not waited for the strange flower to blossom.
If you are well, I will not disturb you.
The road of red dust is long, and companionship is warmth. There is a kind of companionship, wordless joy; there is a kind of waiting, no words warm heart; there is a kind of understanding, warm and comfortable. The journey of life, a journey of landscapes, a journey of scenery, a journey of blooming, a journey of flowers. Touch those sincerity, chew those touches, let a touch of warmth and brightness in time, let some good spread in life, let a kind of warmth linger in the flow of years.
Words are sweet, and they can infiltrate people's hearts. Words are a carrier of emotional support, accompanied by words, and dialogue with the heart can allow the soul that has nowhere to live.
Stop talking, meditate, and you can smell the fragrance of time... Listen to favorite music, read clean words, drink favorite tea, and then, reminisce in your own world...
There are some things that you like no matter how much you like, they will not belong to you.
There are some things that you are destined to give up no matter how much you linger.
There are many kinds of love in life,
But don't let love hurt!
Some fates are destined to be in the past,
Some fates never come to fruition.
To love someone does not have to have,
But to have a man is to love him well!
The man cried because he really loved it!
The woman cried because she really gave up!
If sincerity is a hurt, I choose to lie.
If a lie is a hurt, I choose silence.
If silence is a hurt, I choose to leave.
If loss is suffering, are you afraid of giving?
If confusion were bitter, would you choose to end it?
If the pursuit is suffering, will you choose to cling to it?
If separation is suffering, to whom are you going to confide?
Many things are only seen clearly later.
A lot of things didn't feel bitter at all at the time.
But I couldn't find my way to come!!!