Chapter 277: Can't Wake Up (5)

We are all ordinary Hongchen men and women, unable to earn the love network of love and hate, and unable to escape the whirlpool of love and being loved. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info After heartbreak, there is endless loneliness. Lonely? Perhaps. But savoring the chic after loneliness, thinking about the happiness other than him, thinking about no longer having to rack your brains to guess his mind, will you breathe a sigh of relief and feel a little more relaxed?

Is it really let go? I can face him and her calmly, even though there is a faint indescribable sourness in my heart, but I no longer cry, crying because a person's memory is in my heart, no matter what, it will not be dispersed.

I once listened to Jiang Yuheng's song "Are You Afraid of Loving Me?" over and over again? It was one of his favorite songs: "Are you afraid of loving me, have you forgotten your tears?" The heart is waiting for the rain to fall, and the tears have reached the cheeks; Are you afraid of loving me, isn't your heart dead? One step is nothing more than a cliff. I asked myself again and again, "Am I scared of loving you?" "The answer is yes, I'm afraid, I'm really afraid. The fragile heart with a thousand holes could no longer withstand the torture of pain into the bone marrow, so he let him go, and let himself have a way to live, condensed him into a painting, deeply engraved in his mind, watched, and thought, but he would no longer be a person in the painting. You can better appreciate the beauty of the painting when you are outside the painting, isn't it?

Shake hands vigorously and say sincerely: "Goodbye, cherish!" He turned his head and walked away freely, letting the back be deeply engraved in his mind. When you are able to recall the moments of your past with a relieved mind, you can appreciate the beauty of letting go.

God let me meet you at the wrong time, and I cried; But, God is fair, He let me leave you at the right time, will you cry?

Always miss the flowering period.

After traveling through thousands of rivers and mountains, what I lost was the olive tree in my heart......

All right? The question, like a voice that has not been heard for a long time, maybe the dream of a lifetime in exchange for this sentence, there is a thousand years of wind and rain outside the door, and tears will be pouring down.

What is the name of a bird that does not chirp, and what is the name of a goose that has no news? What am I when I'm not by your side?

In the mirror, it is my beautiful face. The year is deep and the month is long, the spring rain, the wind in the wilderness, the leaves read the blue sky, and the ancient temple is deep in an instant. I just want to whisper: Born is not good-looking, are you willing? Would you like to?

Dare to ask but dare not speak. One word is wrong.

Whisper to each other: In a place deeper than the heart, I would like to become a stream to accompany you to the end of the world. Would you like to?

There is no need to answer. I am afraid of a word, it is close to the stone Xiaoxiang, and in a word, it is a person who is far away and the end of the world is near. And in the red dust, you are my only destination! At this moment, the wind is cold and the rain is thin, I don't like to wander, but I can't anchor the shore. I don't love splendor, but it is the wind that blows through the mountains and flowers bloom all over the sky.

Someone once asked: Why do people have homes? I stayed for a long time and wrote to him: For the people who love each other to stay together for life. But at the same time, he shook his head and smiled impatiently. The only answer was no longer the answer. What does it feel like to be heartbroken? What is the feeling of heartache?

I don't understand. Or they know too much and are afraid of pain.

Yes, there is only one and only one, no matter how big the world is, I only have you a harbor bend. Before I woke up, Jun kissed me quietly, and was silent and silent. You are the last spring, the last snow, the last flower on my way. Throw myself into your bosom, and I will burst into tears, and you will be my delight. Hundred-year-old flowers, thousand-year-old grass, this season never leaves down, this season flowers fall in the sky and on earth. Since then, I have walked the road of one person, dreamed of two people, and many of my original intentions have not changed.

Words are shallow. That's a tear-jerking word! Why do you have to know each other when you meet, it is a long time of shallow affection: even if you don't know each other, this love is eternal! The Jiangnan words that are fat and thin no longer dare to speak, but are only deep in the depths of the soul. In my life, I smiled sweetly, but tears flowed down. Tearful eyes ask flowers!

After traveling through thousands of rivers and mountains, what is lost is the olive tree in my heart. On the same day of thousands of mountains, all rivers are spring, not without flowering, she only has one loyal beauty. And always miss the flowering period, you see another flower. But don't say that. When I was old, I never forgot the old vows, but I never said love in this life. There is a poem in the world like this: I wish to be your worldly and elegant wife for the rest of your life.

There is even more poetry in the world: once the sea was difficult to water. Someone wondered what it meant and asked me. I was speechless with tears in my eyes! It's not that I don't know, it's not that I don't dare to say it, it's a sentence that I said with my heart, so how can I interpret it in words?! The years are innocent, help me understand its meaning. That is the most helpless voice in the world, the wings without pain have already flown through the heart, the name that cries in dreams that cannot be left in this life, the desert in the heart that will always be lost, the heart-to-heart poems that no longer exist, and the call that will never be answered......

Why did you meet if you didn't have a chance? Why did you break up? I always talk to myself like this, and I can't justify myself. Xu waited for that day, open the window and let the moon in, the Mid-Autumn Moon. I'm just afraid of being close to each other.

Suddenly forgot what that was the beginning? In that ancient summer when it never returns. The only summer in my memory, the spring stamens bloomed.

I always thought that soon, you would return with the sound of the waves. Q: Okay? One question about enmity and hatred, one question about youth. This life is only for that one, that day, that moment. I'm afraid, I'm afraid that you'll come back to be my absent son, and leave a flower, and the flower will explain itself. When you see this flower, it will be like a dream.

If you ask about flowers, people and flowers are tears.

I once set up a beautiful garden for my beliefs, without fences, without boundaries, and without reciprocation. When the years have paved the story little by little, and it is still anchored in its own harbor, I don't understand, is it afraid of disturbing the sleeping dream? From afar, silently watching the person who is waiting, it is an unspeakable love, so that the mood flows indulgently in the cheerful spring water, elegant and calm.

Await! It is a mystery set for love, parked in the middle of the mystery, tireless, forgetting the remoteness and hardship of finding the answer to the mystery, forgetting the water and fire. I can't remember who said it: the lover in my heart is an abstract symbol! For her, you are lonely, smiling, and persistent in fulfilling your wordless promises, loving you, and having nothing to do with you, since then **** as promised, every year as promised.

When utilitarianism becomes the theme of life, vulnerability becomes a reason for indulgence, but I am still myself! Can all the stories that seem to be in the world still carry a life that is beautiful when there are regrets? In today's glitzy world, many people are lost in utilitarianism. (To be continued.) )