Diary of life sadness

Life Sadness Log 1 One person can't sleep, and the whole world can't sleep.

I'm still standing at an angle you'll never see. & gt

I'm not kidding you, I'm serious.

You don't have to pretend to be surprised. I know you always knew.

It's not just a word, yes or no.

Hehe, you big idiot, you will only be happy if others sprinkle salt on your wound.

Look at yourself and keep telling others to be a proud woman, but what about your self-esteem?

Always stand out of your sight. Waiting for your uncertain future.

The future is still in the future, and I suddenly realize what a stupid thing I have done.

I am a woman who can't fall in love. This is destiny takes a hand.

If you can pretend it never happened.

You should change your temper.

Think of me as grandiose. & gt

I have always loved Eason Chan for no reason.

Listen, listen, tears flow down inexplicably. We all love Eason Chan very much.

I hate to tell you, but I saw the note.

Just like you said, you showed it to me, and I will lose sleep at night, so I won't talk to you again.

How could you do that? This is very interesting. Yes, yes, I am a sinner.

I'm not as good as you think. I'm smart. You know nothing about me. I am a bad woman.

How could you fall in love with me? This is doomed to be a mistake.

I remember telling you that falling in love with me would lead to eternal imprisonment.

He is already an indifferent person, and nothing matters. I just don't want to keep you.

One person can't sleep, and the whole world can't sleep. & gt

I can't sleep alone. I'd rather you weren't so good or you didn't get it.

Fang Ya said that she must fall in love now, because she will never fall in love when she grows up, and she will definitely divorce when she gets married.

A paranoid woman. We can still depend on each other until the end of the world. Friendship is greater than heaven.

Can't be as open-minded as Fang Fang. Draw the ground as a prison, I live in a city of one person.

Those damn women will be your warmest support, and the place with them is your home.

You can never afford to play games. Hurt, hurt yourself.

This is a true story, which happened in China Civil Aviation Flight Academy. One is a quasi-pilot, the other is a quasi-stewardess, and the campus romance in the lush years. He made a wish on the blue sky, and she looked for the happiness legend of one meter sunshine in Lijiang sunshine. They once met and flew happily.

On the day when love was burning, happiness took a 180 degree turn. He said, forget the past. Suddenly, I left without saying goodbye and there was no news.

She looked for him like crazy, but she couldn't find him. He is so rude that she can't figure it out.

Every night she hides a grass ring under her pillow. His words still ring in my ears. He put on a grass ring and agreed not to part.

However, she doesn't know that he is suffering from the purgatory of life he missed every day.

Thursday, April 8, I've been feeling a little sick recently. I covered two quilts last night, but I still feel particularly cold.

On Sunday, April 2 1, it turned out that my heart was really twisted, and I always thought it was just an exaggeration used by writers. There is also a film on the tongue for no reason. Go to a small restaurant to cook with Qingping at noon. I find that everything I put in my mouth is tasteless.

On Sunday, May 7th, Qingping went home, and I went to the hospital for an examination. The highest blood pressure is 200, and the indexes of red blood cells are only 1/3 of normal people. The doctor said that the problem may be serious, and my dream of being a pilot may end here. How can we honor the promise of qingping?

On May 2nd1Monday, I will never tell Qingping. I hurt, and she will hurt more than me. I won't tell anyone about my illness.

On Sunday, August 1, the doctor said that even if someone gave me a healthy kidney, even if my family had a lot of money, my life would still be full of variables. Fate, I would rather die in a plane crash while flying in the air than die like this now. Also, Qingping, how can I tell you, how can I tell you that we are not happy?

Tuesday, August 3rd, if there is no tomorrow, how can I say goodbye to you? peaceful

One night after half a month, he had a high fever. In doubt, he took his mother's hand and pointed to a diary at the bedside: Mom, please give this diary to someone four years after my son left. With her address and name on the first page of the diary, he will always close his young eyes, those eyes used to look up at the blue sky.

According to her son's will, four years later, the white-haired old mother came to Chengdu from Hainan with her diary, looking for the girl in the diary.

Seeing the yellowed diary, it seems like a lifetime ago. As the message of life and death turns from page to page, all the mysteries are solved instantly. He has never changed. He has always been an infatuated teenager who misses himself day and night.

She couldn't help crying, trembling all over, unable to bear reading, and couldn't help reading. She fell into a deep remorse, immersed in the past time, not thinking about tea and rice, accompanied by wasting time day by day.

Until one night she woke up in a dream, she vaguely saw his face, the face in the dark, and he told her that this state was something he didn't want to see in heaven.

She woke up, jumped out of bed and opened the last page of her diary. She saw a pencil drawing a plane, which read:. Yes, whether it is cold or hot, it is good to live and live well. This is his deep entrustment to himself in heaven.

Without pain, there can be no love.

Two years later, she married a pilot. Qingming, pregnant, she and her lover came to Hainan. In a cemetery outside Sanya, she told her husband this long love story. Then she burned the grass ring that had been hidden for six years. She told him with tears, I will remember your words, live well, live vividly, live happily and fully, cherish every day of my life and enjoy myself to the fullest.

Love me, please love life.

The love hidden day and night will slowly wash away the white satin of this love, and no amount of sewage in the world can dye this gentle and beautiful love.

Diary of a Sad Life 3 There are several stars hanging in the dark gray sky, and the moon shines faintly on the earth. I look up at the sky. This dead sky walks alone in this busy street. The bustling city life makes everyone running, wearing headphones and being told to turn up the volume again. I can't hear other people's trivial things, but I walk down this street like a waste, which makes the music that many people like turn into noise in my ear. I pulled the zipper to my mouth. My ears seem to be blocked by something and I can't hear anything. I'm beginning to find that everything is turning black, and I'm a little anxious. No light, no lights, no sound, no pulse in the palm of your hand. I don't know if I'm still alive, so I'm confused, waiting for the end-the sound of falling flowers wakes up the sleeping clouds, and the light rain in the middle of the night wets whose dreams.

For more than four years, at the sight of the sad scene and the sad voice, the thoughts buried deep in my heart will be entangled in my body, and the crying in my ear will suddenly turn into a faint lament, spreading endless pain in my body, drowning my shame and suffocating my suffocation. That breathless moment, that heartbreaking feeling, quickly washed away the floodgate of my memory and sent me into the scene of joys and sorrows.

In the midsummer of the late 1970s, willow branches with blue sky and clear water and tender leaves danced leisurely in the wind along the Dani River. My friends and I took our own slingshots and went to the jungle by the river to practice "Kung Fu". We concentrated our attention and quickly searched for birds perched on the trunk, a tree, another tree ... Finally, we found the target on a neem tree, opened the slingshot and aimed at launching, and a sparrow fell to the ground in a panic.

We rushed over, picked up the sparrow and stroked its hot feathers. The bird trembled slightly, with fear and doubt in its eyes, and made heartbreaking cries from time to time, which sounded like crying, shouting and fighting. That scene made me give in, shocked me, and made me feel guilty and guilty. That bird, like me, is a life of flesh and blood, full of yearning and love for life with the instinct of survival. However, the future of this bird may be buried under my slingshot. I looked up, and the lonely songs of birds in the jungle came and went, which made the sad atmosphere at the scene particularly strong. At this time, I, like an old man who made a mistake, kept repeating: "I'm sorry!" Sorry! " Then, carefully put the bird on the grass, hoping that it can return to its companion as soon as possible.

At that time, the village where I lived was covered with trees and grass, and ditches and ponds were like nets. Where there is water, there are many fish swimming in the water. Especially after a spring rain, the earth was full of vitality, and fish emerged from ditches and rice fields like poems, playing, surfing and singing together in the water, which attracted villagers to rush into the water with various fishing tools and play cat-and-mouse games with the fish. In a short time, a lot of lively fish became farmers' dishes, small fish and shrimp, and were abandoned on the ridge. These abandoned creatures, in order to survive and return to the waters where they once lived, struggled desperately on the ridge.

Looking at the vivid and lovely lives, the helplessness and inexplicable sadness shown in the face of injury and death threats quickly dug out of my heart. I sympathize with their situation and their present situation. Although I can't hear them crying, I believe they must be crying! So I bent down, carefully picked up those little creatures and gently put them back into the water. These cute little guys got used to it a little in the water, and before they could say thank you to me, they shook their heads and swam away. At that moment, I felt proud, I felt proud!

Birds, fish and shrimp need human care and care, and people struggling in pain and death also need our help and encouragement. My fourth brother, born in his mother's belly, is very weak. He often enuresis when he was fifteen or sixteen. Due to poor health and emaciated body, some naughty children regard him as the object of teasing or bullying. There is a man named Xu Guangming in the village. He often humiliates him. Once, Xu's sharp words stabbed my father. As soon as the fourth brother got home, his cruel father pushed him to the ground and stomped on him. Seeing that terrible scene, a cold wave rose rapidly from my heart, spread all over my body in an instant, and branded him deeply in my heart, becoming a scar that I could never touch, and I would drop blood when I touched it.

It's a pity that the fourth brother contracted hepatitis B as an adult. The bullying Liao Guohua brothers often found fault with him and beat him repeatedly for some trivial things, which made my fourth brother miserable. The fourth brother was sick, giving the wicked an opportunity and dissuading the matchmaker. Slowly, his marriage with his fourth brother became a pain in our family's heart. Until he was thirty-seven, he finally married his fourth sister-in-law. Sisao is selfish and willful, so she divorced a man. Then she left her three underage daughters and married my fourth brother. From the first day she married my fourth brother, complaints and abuse accompanied my fourth brother, making him live in depression and pain. So among the brothers and sisters, the fourth brother is the one I sympathize with and miss most. I can't hear his bad words, I can't see his pain.

On the road of fourth brother's life, it is full of bitterness, sadness and pain. However, in order to make a living, the fourth brother had to drag his sick body and be busy in the field, supporting our family with blood and tears. 1September, 988, on the day I went to school in Changsha, my fourth brother sent me to the market town. When I got on the boat and waved goodbye to my fourth brother, I suddenly saw his towering cheekbones and eyes deeply sunken into my eyes ... I realized that he had been silent for years, but he had been dedicated to our family. If, thinking about the past and the future, the softest nerve in my heart seems to be touched, and a faint rain and fog suddenly appears in front of me, I swear from my heart: I must study hard and work hard to make my fourth brother's life and body better.

After the Spring Festival in 20xx, Brother Four sent his stepdaughter to Guangzhou to see Jiu Ge. Fourth brother has never been out of the city before, not even to counties and cities, nor to big cities. In his eyes, big cities are sacred. I took time to accompany my fourth brother around Guangzhou in those days. When he walked slowly on the busy street and wandered between scenic spots, his face was always full of pride and satisfaction, and he talked a lot and smiled brightly. He also talks to my wife about my childhood and teenage life from time to time. When I took a picture of him, he said he must take it back and tell the villagers that this is the place where Jiu Di works and lives! Through the lens, I saw him holding his head high, and my tears could not stop flowing down. Of course, after I joined the work, I also kept the oath of that year and often gave some financial support to Brother Four to make his life better and more decent.

Maybe it's because I've had gout, and life is worse than death, or maybe I have the feeling that fishbone is stuck in my throat for several years. Therefore, when I find that birds, small fish, shrimp and fourth brother are suffering, I always habitually extend a warm hand to help them out of their misery. Therefore, in the end, it is not death on the hard ground, death in the palm of your hand, nor the old age of Brother Four, but the end of life's lively wandering in happiness.

Life sadness log wakes up more than 5 times in his sleep.

When I wake up, I open my tired eyes

Only to see my parents' cheeks wet with tears.

I'm a little scared.

don't know why

I was ignorant at that time.

There are always some doubts.

Grow up slowly

I gradually understood the affection of my parents' tears.

Is it worry, fear or sadness?

It is very gratifying.

I'm glad I can still see the rising sun.

I'm always a little scared.

Afraid I won't get back to reality in my sleep.

Afraid that I will always dream that I didn't wake up.

Sometimes I feel a little lucky.

I can still hold my parents' hands.

Snuggle up in their arms

Still ok ......

There are a lot of people who can still

I cherish it very much.

I understand that this is very important to me.

Maybe more extravagant.

Although the pain is not frequent now,

Mom and dad's heart has never relaxed.

Maybe this is God's blessing to me.

I don't want to miss the stream of that time.

I want to walk with time

I want to spend time.

Carve that painting with your heart.

My long-conceived landscape painting

Maybe beautiful mountains and rivers.

Or fat beef and sheep

Or men plow and women weave.

Still that poetic feeling.

......

I have always cherished this time.

It is precious to me.

I'm afraid I was careless.

Will lose it

How many people wake up in their sleep?

Your parents are waiting for you day and night again.

How many times have you burst into tears?

I understand the meaning of that tear.

I want to get better.

I want to be brave.

I believe I am not alone on the road.

I know that God has blessed me.

I don't want to lose it again.

I don't want to miss it again.

I love you, Mom and Dad.

I love you and my life.

I learned to be strong.

Return with my actions.

Perhaps, you still have a splendid flower season.

Perhaps, you also have a clear voice.

Maybe you can also dance the ballet of Swan Lake.

Maybe your dexterous hands can be embroidered.

Colorful butterflies are flying and birds are singing in the empty spring.

Maybe, maybe all these maybe.

So many beautiful assumptions

Under these indifferent eyes.

Maybe always. Maybe. ......

This is a bud that has not yet bloomed.

Online sad life log release: flowers that have not withered in time

How can it fall so easily?

It's time to curse the wind that breaks branches for no reason

Or torture these frozen souls who turn a blind eye?

Ruthless.

Can't pungent blood awaken the hibernating conscience?

Can't that heartbreaking phone call back that dusty love?

Maybe, you can escape.

Maybe you can't see it.

Perhaps, no one can force your behavior.

But at midnight,

You can't help hearing groans.

You have no ability to escape the torture of conscience.

Did you hear that? Did you hear that?

QQ sadness log is just outside the window.

The whimpering wind is Yue Yue's complaint.

The falling rain is her cold tears.

Why can't so many strong arms hold a delicate life?

Why can't a small body stand on such a wide road?

With chilling, with doubts.

There is so much helplessness.

In this cold wind, ask, ask ......

In this world, the truest thing is love, and the most hypocritical thing is love! Love is like that empty net. Today's life, there is still some sadness of love!

The night is so silent, as if I am the only one in the whole world, and the air is filled with the sadness of only one person. How many such nights, a person silently sad, right or wrong, just can't help it.

Hide in the room, don't want to do trivial things, and don't want to be disturbed by anyone. I just want to enjoy this unique loneliness quietly and luxuriously! I like to miss you quietly in a quiet night, and then whisper your name, collect all my blessings and fold them into paper cranes. So that you can be safe and healthy! As long as you are healthy, it is my happiness; As long as you are happy, I am happy!

"If we all disappear into each other's world after breaking up, it means that I really love you!" I can't remember when and where I saw it. The reason why I keep it in mind is only because the narrative of this sentence is too similar to my own behavior! The calm heart lake is rippling again, perhaps because it has been silent for too long, or perhaps the pain has already been replaced by numbness! There is an unspeakable emotion growing in my heart!

Man, how many times can you have true love in this life? How many people can one heart share? I can't figure it out and I can't guess it. Maybe everyone's immunity is different! The same cold, others have a cold and eat, drink and be merry; And I, as long as there is a little trouble, I feel paralyzed!

Feelings are the same. Some people can have several so-called heterosexual friends at the same time; Of course, there are also people who are played by several people at the same time; But no matter what the result is, they can act as if nothing happened. That's all, I have to admire! I believe in love, but only once, only one, because there is only one heart. As long as you love, it will last forever. Although I know how extravagant it is to pursue eternity now!

Love is close at hand, but missing is so far away; Heart together, but can't touch; Does all this make people feel very sad I am so sad that I don't even know myself. Should I go in or out? Sometimes love is so hard to understand. When you are in love, you don't care about anything!

A lifetime of fate, a lifetime of fruit, two people meet in the vast sea of people, all because of the fate of previous lives! Someone said: "As long as it is love, it will hurt!" While enjoying love, I suffer from the torment of purgatory love. This is the fate of life, the belonging of love and the price of love!

Heart, secretly tell yourself: if you can, please love again! Don't expect too much, just hope that if you choose love, please don't force it!

Life sad log 8 nights, on the road, two green belts extend forward ... straight and neat. Where is our goal? What's our destination? ..... right under our feet! What about the life on our instep? Where is it? ..... In front of you!

Our feet in life, like two green belts, have been pruned into socially acceptable nature by life, beautifying expressway into concentrated joy. People walk on the road, laughing, bowing their heads, or being serious and callous, but they don't want to cry on the road.

There are seven green belts around the road. They were neatly surrounded. When the road reached there, they stood there. Just like our social circle, we live meticulously. The green leaves are covered with thick gray dust. That leaf is green! It's our gloomy heart.

In the evening, the sun is bright and warm, and the air is lazy. If I can, I won't come out. I know that the enjoyment of this pursuit process is like the joy or laughter when we make a deal ... it sounds so hearty! I feel a little relieved that I have been sold; I feel a little empty, as if I can't smell myself.

The green belt is surrounded by buildings. When people are on the expressway, they feel that the house is coming towards us, because the heart cloud hangs on the corner of the building when it flies over our heads. I remember a silkworm raiser's home, and the box was full of lovely silkworms. Silkworms are almost the same when they spin silk, and they can't tell which is my silkworm and which is his. Silkworms silently spit silk and weave white, and moths fanned their soft wings a few times. I really want to be a butterfly. When the white thoughts fall, the silkworm moth finds the continuation of life! This building is like a silkworm raiser's box, but it is piled so high by smart people that plants can't climb it without struggling. Houses, boxes and life are formatted ... spit it out and it will become a moth to a fire; Fly, you can't be immortal. Is this the life of a silkworm? This is the silkworm in life! Is this an ideal life? This is an ideal moth!

The dense windows are square. Some windows are closed, like handsome sunglasses, flashing, who knows how clear the eyes behind the glasses are; Some windows are open and dark. What about depth? None of us want to think about it! We just came out from under the window before we saw it.

In the evening, the sun has gone back. Night is veiled like a nun, vaguely walking beside the roadside greening ... Before the celebration of the Spring Festival changed, pairs of lanterns stood upright on the green crib, red and very cute.

The corner of the green belt is the gate of the hotel. The uniformed guards are angular, even smiling at a 90-degree angle. It seems that only in this way can we accurately guide people to park their cars in a parking space like 100 yuan. There are guests on both sides of Gate D. The cheongsam is beautifully dressed, but it lacks a little ancient flavor. Every smiling face is beautiful and red, but it is a little less natural than the lanterns outside. This is life, too, and I can't hear a tear.

The restaurant was magnificent, and the guests began to sit down before they enjoyed their exaggerated teasing. Is this a feast of life? I can feel it! Very rich banquet, very rich life, very rich life. At this time, tears are a happy embellishment. Cry if you want. There is no dust on the road here, and tears will not become ugly! This is also life, just like putting on the cheongsam downstairs! The "love" engraved in Phnom Penh is dazzling. The flowers on the plate are so beautiful, I like them! Eat if you want, enjoy if you want, and I'll take you anyway. My mood is like a flower, pleasing to the eye, but I can't speak.

On the road at night, when the wind blows, I start to tremble without drinking, which may be caused by the enthusiasm in the room. But I don't miss it at all. The feeling of enthusiasm is not as good as this cool night wind, a little ... with a touch of sadness, I am worried about yesterday's joy and look forward to tomorrow's joy. It's so cold!

Life does not shed tears, and tears will not let us know! Life is not sad, and there is nowhere to worry at night! Sadness after high expectations!