It's a pity that there are a lot of false feelings and false meanings in the world, and your own pain, failure, and sorrow are always true.

He has a thousand virtues, but he doesn't love you, and that's a flaw you can never convince yourself to accept. A person's greatest flaw is not selfishness, amorousness, brutality, and willfulness, but paranoid love for someone who does not love himself.

Crush is a self-destruction and a great sacrifice. Crushes, we don't even need an object, we just stand by the river, look at our own reflection and feel sorry for ourselves, but think we are loving someone else.

Love, like love songs, is the highest level of lingering. The most poignant thing is not revenge, but regret. The best love must have regrets. That regret turned into an aftermath, and I kept it in my heart for a long time. The most poignant love, you don't have to call the sky and grab the earth, just look at each other without words.

Disappointment, sometimes, is also a blessing. Because there is something to expect, there will be disappointment. Regret is also a kind of happiness. Because there are still things that you regret. Pursue love, and then discover that love has always been a thousand things.

The most romantic love is not available. The most romantic love story is when someone who has broken up with you calls and asks: How are you? You replied casually: I'm fine. And in fact, you still love him, and you are not good at all.

The man pretends to be strong, but he is only afraid that the woman will find out that he is weak. A woman pretends to be happy, but she is only sad for fear of being found out by a man.

Love, sometimes, is a sinking thing, and the so-called sanity and determination are nothing more than ridiculous self-consoling words.

Love has always been a bondage, and the pursuit of love is not the same as the pursuit of freedom. Freedom is precious, and we exchange this most precious thing for love. Because if you love someone, you know that you will lose your freedom, but you are willing to make a commitment.

Promises are used to fight against all changes. Change is eternal, and we can only use eternal promises to restrain the changes of the world. What is not eternal is not a promise. Promises are expensive if you respect your own personality.

Love is both secure and insecure. Love is a shock, but also a sense of powerlessness. Love is temptation, and only love can give you the strength to resist temptation. Love is loyalty, but love can also betray you.

A person is negative, perhaps because of his bad memory. He forgot, so he was able to bear the heart; It's not because he's negative that he forgets. He didn't completely forget all the things before, but his memory was so poor that the past was no longer profound, and was soon replaced by new memories, only remembering the laughter of the newcomers and forgetting the smiling faces of the old ones.

Love and remembrance are two different things. A man can't forget his old lover, it must be that he hurt her in the past years, and he can't make up for that mistake. When you know that it is irretrievable, the only way to compensate is to miss her, and at the same time punish yourself with nostalgia for her. The profundity of self-righteousness is nothing but self-deception.

Women who know how to love usually lose badly. Love is inherently cruel, and the winner is king.

Feelings can be transferred, marriage can be frozen at any time, passion can be overdrawn, and love can be sold at a good price. Yes, in this small city, this is our life.

can't keep a lifelong love, it's just a person on a long-distance journey, coming and going in a hurry, no matter how long you stay, you always have to leave and take another flight.

Today's long-term stay is just doing his best. The safest and most timely way is to stay with yourself.

The most beautiful state of a coin is not that it is still, but when it turns like a spinning top, no one knows whether the side that is about to turn out is happy or painful, whether it is love or hate. Happiness and pain, love and hate, are always entangled.

The so-called fate, like invention, is all due to chance. Love is also an invention that needs to be constantly improved. It's just that this invention is different from other inventions, it has no patent rights, and it can be snatched away at any time.

The more afraid a person is of losing, the easier it is to lose. The more you want to get it, the more you have to let go. It's hard to let go, but there's no other choice.

There are many things in the world that can be recovered, such as conscience, such as weight. But there are more irretrievable things, such as old dreams, such as years, such as feelings for a person. It is not painful to give up someone who loves you very much, but it is painful to give up someone you love very much.

Food can have labels, instructions, please consume before that. Women are not food, youth has a time limit, patience also has a time limit, please love her well before the time limit expires, take good care of her, because she is overdue.

There is a time for everything, a time for embrace, and a time sequence for love. Love has life, old age, sickness, and death. Love always expires unconsciously. One day, we took it out only to know that its most vivid days were gone forever.

She didn't stop when she felt the most, so she didn't have to go back to find the feelings scattered on the ground after walking that part of the road together, the road was over.

The saddest moment in love is the coldness in the later stage, a person who once loved you, suddenly far away from you, a stone's throw away, but the end of the world. Once vigorous, once a thousand turns, once complacent, once soft. In the end, the saddest breakup turned out to be quiet.

When there is a meeting, there is a parting, but everyone is afraid of parting. Everyone knows that the last parting is death. We say that there is no feast in the world, but in our hearts we are reluctant to drink the wine in our hands, and we want to sing another song, another song. Can you not go?

"Daughter." Su Qishan, facing Su Ling, immediately spoke.

"Yes, father." Su Ling responded.

"Well, daughter, there are many beautiful flowers in this garden. But I wasn't happy. Su Qishan, after sighing with emotion. Immediately, he spoke.

"Father, happiness is a definition, a theory of relativity. You don't feel happy, others think you're happy. You feel happy, others think you're unhappy. Happiness and unhappiness, then, are only taken from the answer that lies deep in your own heart. At the same time, Su Ling was answering his father's doubts word by word.

Perhaps, Su Ling is right. Perhaps, all that Su Ling said was wrong. All of this is based on the answer that comes from the depths of your own heart.

At the same time, Xu Yingluo and Mo Jianchen were sitting on the peach tree in the garden.

"Brother, look. The flowers in this garden are so beautiful and fragrant. Suddenly, at this moment, at this time, Xu Yingluo, with a smile on her face, said very happily.