Someone told me, "If you love someone, seven points is just right, but if you love too much, you can easily break your heart." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 But when you really love someone, you willingly humble yourself to the dust, regardless of whether it will blossom or not. I can't remember how many times you've sent me messages expressing your affection, or how many times you've been rejected and then left with leeway, even though you've just laughed and walked away. However, that heart-wrenching feeling will never be forgotten. When I'm thinking about you, who are you thinking about?

No matter how persistent the heart is, in the face of weightless feelings, there will be times when it is so tired that it is unable to support it. I've endured the torment of not bothering you for a week, but one of your messages has broken my inner defenses. "I was extremely entangled and hesitant in my heart. Because I don't know what you really think and choose. When I ask you to your embarrassment. Imagine how difficult it is for you to decide, at that moment I would rather believe that you don't have me in your heart, I can understand you for making any choice, but you never make it clear. "Do you think that if I am poor, lowly, and small, I will have no soul and no heart? You are wrong, I have as many souls as you, and I have the same full heart. Charlotte Brontë asked Jane Eyre to tell us that pure affection is equal, that it is the process by which two souls are close to each other. Love is not a kind of giving and begging. How can those who love you be willing to humble you? After all, humble love cannot go to the earth, and it will always come to an end one day.

I thought about many forms of ending, and in the end I could only tell myself in silence. I don't know where you're going in the future, I don't know which one is the real you, I don't even know who you are. Because you never let me touch that real you. Although there are many unsatisfactory things in my heart, I have never deceived or dissincerely with you in those days.

"Life is a beautiful robe, but crawling with fleas. "Life is complicated, and feelings are ever-changing. However, if you love, you should be honest with each other, and if you don't, you should say it decisively. Your reluctance to talk about your love is like trampling on a sincere heart, and it feels like you have been abandoned by the whole world. I don't know if you're really unconcerned or pretending to be indifferent. Am I not good enough, or do you simply not see it? Have I always been a person without dignity and soul in your eyes?

There are so many things in this world that we can't do anything about, the past that we can't go back to, the unpredictable future, and the people we will never see again. You won't understand the me who suddenly woke up in the middle of the night and then couldn't sleep all night, you won't understand the sad and sad me, like I lost myself, and you won't read every text I wrote for you with my heart and then understand how much I cherished you in the first place. Because I have never been the most important person in your heart, nor the indispensable one in your life.

Everyone hopes to meet a love that can accompany each other for a lifetime, as Shen Congwen wrote in "Love Letter to Zhang Zhaohe": "Between the green mountains and green waters, I want to hold your hand and walk across this bridge, the bridge is green leaves and red flowers, under the bridge is flowing water, the other end of the bridge is green silk, and the end of the bridge is white hair." "The best love should be equal, tolerant, accomplished, trusting, and honest with each other, rather than you forever being above each other and outlawing the freedom of others for your own comfort. Love, don't be a prisoner.

Sometimes, the human heart is like a flower, it looks very beautiful and gentle, but when the wind blows, the flower will disperse; even if there is no wind, after a long time, it will drift away one by one, and it will never be found again. When I was far away and looked back, I realized that I had just left everything that wasn't mine. I never really gave up, or lost anything.

Some things will eventually become a thing of the past, and some people are destined to become passers-by. Look away from those who are far away from you, and don't complain. I believe that the past will always pass, and what should come is on the way......

Every day of people's lives is meeting and parting, every encounter in the world is a reunion, but also a parting, passing by, reunion is still strange, goodbye is the first acquaintance. It is better to choose a quiet way, keep a paradise alone, let the past go and leave, I am happy, and I am not shocked.

It's another lonely time, the sunset is dusk, the sunlight is soft and lazy and lazily sprinkles the last piece of clear light, still a person hidden in his own pure land, letting go of this long-imprisoned thought by reality.

I like to wander in the text, enjoy the infinite scenery of spring flowers and autumn moons, and also such a moment of free time, and only by placing myself in such a moment, will I feel that this time belongs to me. The years are quiet, and my heart is at peace.

A person, a song, a sky, a dream, it turns out that loneliness is so exciting, exuding a faint fragrance alone in a silent place, at this time silence is better than sound.

When I am alone, I am inevitably lonely, but I don't know when my heart quietly blooms a heart lotus, each petal is mediocre and engraved with attachment to you, filling my blank mind, always fragrant. Thinking of you, like this poppy, drink the poison of love, and tell yourself in your dreams: love is in the heart, and the heart is on the road.

Often standing alone in the crowd of people, the loneliness of nowhere to place has invaded every piece of my surroundings for no reason, there are always many helplessness that you and I can not grasp, meet, miss, know each other, pass by the beautiful scenery of each journey, and put you in your heart from now on, give yourself a peace of mind.

It turns out that love is so beautiful, it is a kind of sad beauty, when I miss you, you are in the sky, when I miss you, you are in front of you, so close and so far, so I can only let my thoughts fly, the ends of the world, wanton drifting, whether you empathize with it or not, my heart is always here, never far away. Silently in love, silent in love.

Our story isn't beautiful, but it's so hard to forget. How long does it take to forget someone? maybe for a while, maybe for a lifetime. I can't forget it in this life, and from this moment I think of it from time to time, and I can't be at peace. Often when I see a sentence "I don't have to have to have someone to love", I am alone and my heart aches faintly, so deep, why is it shallow? Is our story too beautiful or dreamy or out of reach?

If you can, let me have an old time, I sit alone under the window surrounded by greenery, sip a cup of tea, watch the thousands of sails pass by, look down on people to go to the empty building, do not ask about heaven in dreams, no longer sigh the impermanence of the world, quietly precipitate this feeling, return to calm, like water flowing endlessly.

Maybe it's the madness of youth and ignorance, falling in love with the endless wilderness, but gradually understanding that the sea vows are just false, if you are not there, where can I find the land without you for a long time? I have been waiting, waiting for someone to carefully collect me, to save me from sorrow, to avoid my hesitation, to give me the most down-to-earth arm.