Let the rain beat upon my heart and wash away my sorrows. The earthly storm has passed, and I will not be happy or worried, guarding the window and listening to the rain. Pack up your messy thoughts, soothe the sadness of a place, and wait for the morning sun tomorrow with a hint of chuckle.

The passing years have taken away not only our faces, but also our past. The innocence of the past, the laughter and laughter of the past, and the inseparability of the past, have all faded away from time and we can't remember it.

Time is quiet, and you talk; The fine water flows for years, and the same as you; The prosperity is gone, and the old man is old. Life, no need to be prosperous, just plain enough, time, will precipitate the most real emotions; Wind and rain will test the warmest companionship.

Pour my life into exchange for a quiet time. If the years are quiet, I will smile and not grow old. Time will remember that those things that have always been the same, those years of tranquility, certain things, hidden deep in the heart, will never grow old.

I'm Bingling'er and I'm an unlucky girl! I was born a seven-star child, and I was born in less than July, and I was born with insufficient physical strength, and I gasped when I walked a few steps, and I couldn't play well at all!

In the eyes of others, I am happy, I am happy, but who can see that under the strong exterior is actually full of holes, I hate the injustice of fate, why can I only be given these pressures that I can't bear, why don't you ask me if I am willing to accept such an arrangement and impose it on me? Why do you have to do this, why do you still play such a joke on me when life is already too bad? Is it okay not to do that? I really can't afford it.

Many people smile when it's sweet or bitter, I'm not sure, but when I'm alone, I know it's bitter and painful, and if it's fate, I'll accept it, but fate: can you not make too many jokes with me that I didn't expect? Because it's not funny at all!

I don't know how long it's been, I've been living like this, I've asked and struggled in my heart, but it seems that all my efforts have been in vain. I never know, fate is just like this, I have to do a dying struggle every day, until the living reality * naked in front of me, facing the reality, I have no choice, I never think about whether the broken wings can still fly, but I think it should never be!

We are all ordinary people, we all have helplessness, grievances, sadness, grief, fear, confusion, and all the trials laid down by the god of fate.

I've wanted to give up more than once, but I know I can't! Because I am loved by everyone, once I die, they will all be heartbroken, and all the sorrow will follow! I can't let them go through something so sad!

For this reason, I want to live, live with all my might! Even if I survive, I have to survive!

I don't know, I used to cry when I was so strong, is this how life is? I haven't cried for a long time, I thought I was strong enough, but when something happens, I will still cry, I am still too fragile! Is that right?

I hate myself! I hate my fragility, I hate my incompetence, and I hate my ordinariness and my life controlled by others.

The trick of fate has brought me here, and I really can't think of what it means to hide a knife in my smile in the face of my bright smile every day? It turns out that a person's smile can really make your nerves tense.

The truth of the road of life is long or long, maybe everyone's feelings are different, saying that it is long, the famous sayings and aphorisms are not more than a hundred years at best, saying that they are long and busy for nearly a hundred years, and they have to face a lot of joys and sorrows, love and hatred at all times. Whether it's long or long, it has nothing to do with her after all!

She is just an ordinary girl in the vast sea of people, and the life and death she is facing now are just the tip of the iceberg in her life!

She is not afraid of death, but she is afraid that those who care about her are desperate and will cry!

In life, the sad and even terrible thing is that I find a lot of inability for myself to be innocent, so that I can always live in a depressive atmosphere that can never escape, and survive in the shackles created by myself.

The whole world became dark again, and I was the only one left in the cold corner, and I continued to be possessed by loneliness.

In the mirror, I am still pale, silent, and cold. The corners of his mouth are raised, and there are layers of sourness, and laughing is more ugly than crying, but that's it. Bowing his head, tears flickering in his eyelashes, the sadness began to amplify endlessly, and then, falling, shattering, and the coldness of the place.

The heart is like a cold autumn, the love is more thin than the moon, only, and only in the dead of night, when the lonely lamp is alone, can the sadness and helplessness that overflow the heart be completely released.

The night, with a hint of cold, was more drizzling. At this moment, I couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears that were flowing from the corners of my eyes.

I don't know what the definition of life is, whether it's the process of finding that sobriety in constant confusion, but such unreasonable confusion makes people suddenly want to cry.

She is omnipotent in the eyes of all! I can help everyone, but who can, help her!

Looking up at the sky, I can't see it, but I can imagine looking at the still gray and pale color, my heart begins to ache again, when will my sky clear, when will I feel the warm sunshine.

In life, it is better to see through than to look down. There are many people in life, it's not that I don't understand, it's just helpless. For a lifetime, I want to be happy. Those who can't figure it out have a headache and a distressed person, it's better to ignore it indifferently. We live truly, but not everyone, everything has to be more truthful to the end. Behind the truth, there is often a heartache hidden. Live happily, like a flower that blooms naturally and falls naturally, is not sad.

Maturity is not the heart getting old, but the calmness after prosperity. Life is like a tree, growing in the wind and rain, blooming in the sun, falling flowers, and bearing fruit. The blooming season and the sorrow of the rainy season, as the annual rings gradually fade away, what precipitates in the heart is half the pursuit of beauty, and half is the acceptance of incompleteness. I used to be unaccustomed to it, and I couldn't stand it, but now I just smiled indifferently. Maturity is not to see through, but to look down.

I'm used to the unfairness of fate! I will only be in charge of my own destiny!

The farthest person in the world may be the one who is far from you. No matter how you choose, as long as it is your own choice, there is no right or wrong to regret. The past you will not satisfy the present you, and the present you will not satisfy the future you. The so-called growth of a person is to dare to face himself tragically: before choosing, there is a sincere and firm face; After choosing, there is one that will never change!

It's just that I fell too deep, knowing that love is impossible, so I have to be obsessed with the so-called fate: Acacia is a ruthless needle, piercing my heart little by little, and loving you is very painful.

When grief becomes a habit, I suddenly feel that heartache is so strange. Alone in the silent night, tears slid down his cheeks again and again, and he kept his thoughts in his heart.

Sadness flows, but can not hide the mottling of the years, dyed all the wisps of blue and white dreams are difficult to open, the fallen elegance will return the past, those dreams stranded on the other side of the passing years, turned into flowers blooming in memory, inadvertently buried a piece of candlelight, when the memory turns into autumn tears, it will be poetry into a story of time.

When the memories of the past turn into the wisps of breeze at the fingertips, slowly drifting by, there is no trace left.

The bustling strange road is destined to be lonely, who can understand, the pain when the lonely hug, the story is sleepless after all, the ocean of quicksand, only tears flow at the moment of turning.

The past is like smoke, the years have no trace, the sunset is thin and the eyes are condensed, how many memories are worth combing, how much time is worth pursuing, but I don't know how many times the peach blossoms are red in the dream. Looking back suddenly, the time of the years is scattered in the face of the season, mottled the memory, and the old Shaohua plucks the strings.

Recalling the past, it is as fragmented as a fleeting light, and it has long been fixed in my heart, slightly drunk into a sorrow that can never be touched.

Tossing and turning the world, Shaohua wasted, lost face at night, tired and lazy. Living alone, singing melancholy songs, expressing floating poems, writing clutch words, and telling deep and shallow sentences. The moon is sparse and bleak, drifting excessively. The sea is looking for clouds and sails without a trace, and the mulberry fields are red and pity, and they are at a loss.

I have not complained about the injustice of fate, nor have I ever asked for the beauty of God. The mountain is still the mountain, the water is still the water, the sky is still the sky at that time, but you are no longer my you, and I am no longer your me.

Let us not lament the misfortunes of life and curse the injustice of fate. In the face of fate, we must be strong, choke the throat of fate, ask fate, and change fate.

Sometimes don't blame fate for being unfair to you, more often you have to think about whether you can grasp fate when it is in front of you.

What really matters is not the years in life, but the life in the years. People are far stronger than you think, especially when you look back, you will find that you have walked a path that you didn't expect. As long as your heart is not chaotic, it will be difficult for the outside world to change anything about you. Don't envy others, don't lose yourself.

Some people are destined to be passers-by in life; There are some things that often make us very helpless. In fact, instead of being sad and crying, it is better to face it calmly; Then don't wait for people who shouldn't wait, don't break hearts that shouldn't be broken. Loneliness is not necessarily unhappy; get, not necessarily long-lasting; To lose is not necessarily to have it again. When you love, set Him Free; When you don't love, let love be free. Maybe if you look at it lightly, there will be fewer injuries!

Fate will not owe anyone, look away, there is a blue sky above everyone's head; Look down, everyone has a sea of flowers in their hearts. Only in spring and winter can you feel the alternation of nature; Only when the weather is staggered can you appreciate the changes in the outside world. Pain is a type of calcium that allows us to stand tall for a long time; Bitterness is a medicine that allows us to hold on tenaciously. If you feel that fate is unfair, it is because your heart is narrow, and if you think narrowly, the road ahead will inevitably be narrow.