Author: Tang Tang (Le Yun)

I should have naturally found myself in the middle of an emotional grudge. I am white, and in the realm of love, there is absolutely nothing to do: to be the king? Slaves? It's all vanity. The happiness that comes from the conspiracy is all sludge and muddy water, and it does not enter the cup. All are the same under the sun, and all are old dreams under the moonlight.

Before the sun rises, the whole world is like a dream, and only the moon is real; When the sun came out, the whole world was real, except for the moon, which was like a dream.

"Xuejie, what are you doing?" In the evening, when I was depressed and busy, I sent a message to Xue Jie.

"I'm with a friend of mine and she's in a bad mood." Xue Jienuo said, "By the way, handsome, you are a boy, and boys know boys better." You said that if a boy is good and suddenly stops contacting, is it not in love or what's wrong? ”

"I don't think I love it?" Depression sent a message to Xue Jie,

"I think so, I advise my friend to accompany her well." Xue Jie sent a message to depression.

If the path in front of you is very clear, you are probably on someone else's path. This is

A quote from Carl Jung. The world is too big, and other people's paths are references, not standards. You have to find your own way. You have to learn to analyze and dialectic, and instead of listening to the hustle and bustle around you, you have to listen to your own voice.

"Xue Jie, you say, if he really doesn't like me, why did he do so many small actions in the first place, so that I mistakenly think that he likes me. I really don't want to believe it, he lied to me. When I saw the message he sent me, for the first time in my life, I knew what heartache was. Xue Jie's friend said to Xue Jie in pain.

Picking up a wisp of memories, boiling words into incense, a sad little poem, fell in front of him. The lonely windowsill breeds Gu Pan's eyes, so the title page of memories is full of former love. Leaning on the lintel of longing, sitting quietly in a corner, with a thin pen, writing reluctance and attachment, I am intoxicated in the sentence with you.

After a while, Qianqian said to Xue Jie, "Xue Jie, okay, I'm fine." ”

Wipe away my tears, I'm still myself. Love is the best gift I can give you, and if it becomes a burden to you, then I take it back.

"Okay, then I'll be relieved." Xue Jie is very happy that she can think about yin and white. Sometimes, others will help more and more, so it is much more useful to be able to think about yin and whiteness by yourself than to talk about ten or a hundred useless truths.

The red dust is like a send, see the breeze, gently caress away the past like smoke, and the gentle affection dyes the acacia beans red. The alley of time is my miss for you. That stroke by stroke, word by word, is my deep love for you.

How many times the seasons change, are you listening to my dialogue with the passing years? When the thoughts are dripping in the rain and falling into flowers, and the damp heart is wrapped in pieces of loss, can the story of you and me continue to shine and still be fragrant? !

"Xuejie, what are you doing? I'm done. Xue Jie was still in reverie, and suddenly, depression sent a message,

"No, I'm thinking about you." Xue Jie was depressed in seconds. During this period of time with depression, Xue Jie has been very happy every day, and unconsciously, she has also learned to be coquettish about depression, "Shuaishuai, let me ask you a question, will you not like me in the future, if you don't like me anymore, I will become a nun." ”

"Fool, don't think about it, no, I only love you." Depressed and firmly replied to Xue Jie, "In the future, I will definitely not let you lose." By the way, when I was free just now, I wrote a modern poem, and I'll send it to you. ”

"Uh-huh, okay." After reading the words of the depressed reply to herself, Xue Jie's heart was sweeter than eating a piece of candy.

"Love Wounds"

Don't think about what you crave in your heart

Don't listen, your mind reverberates

Let the wind bring your news

Let the clouds draw your traces

Let the sky fill my thoughts

Let the earth be planted with my affection

If ruthless is a tsunami

Then my tears are the waves you don't expect

Burst out of my eye sockets

If the breakup is an earthquake

Then my heart is the source that you can't feel

Tears my chest

If the encounter is a typhoon

Behind me, the wind you never expected

It swept away my heart

Suddenly, I woke up

I think my heart is strong enough

Nothing in the world can hurt it in the slightest

Except, of course, you

The wound that won't heal...

- Depressed Child