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Xiao Ling's Classic Quotations

1. Talking about love between the lines is not necessarily true love.

2. Am I just a shadow around you?

I always thought that if I left you, I would be out of the past. The past is just a pastime of memories, so there is no need to remember it so deeply. I always thought that if I left you, I would lose everything before. But memory is a gray thing, and it will always emerge.

4. Stand on the balcony. This slowly consumes time. Try to imagine. Imagine you hold my hand and kiss my cheek. Imagine you are leaning in my arms and pinching my nose. Imagine you hold my hand tightly in the cinema and say you love me. Imagine you are desperate to come over the wall from outside the dormitory and give me stomach medicine. Imagine you drag me to skip class and set off safety fireworks in the square. Imagine that you are a model when I study photography and travel around the city by bus. Then. Breathe these images into the lungs with the memory and the smoke on your mouth, and spit them out slowly. I won't talk about yours. I don't remember your fault. I regard these memories as tobacco. Breathe it into the lungs and send it out slowly. Love that I have said countless times in my memory. Finally turned into a faint smoke ring.

As we said before, this is not love. I just stayed in the city for a long time and got used to finding something to rely on each other. Just like a big bed, we need a warm and comfortable big bed to rest every night, but we don't always take it with us.

We all thought it was love, but no one explained it. In these four days, we all suppressed all our inner passions, like walking for a long time in a trip, just waiting numbly for the end. The passing scenery has nothing to do with us, all we need is this result. And it turned out to be the sentence in the memo: "I love you."

7. When packing. I just found out that over the years, I just made you love yourself more. And I ... used to be just a bookmark in your book. Now that you have seen the end of the book, it's time for me to throw away this bookmark.

8. Time is a great liar. Although I am not a smart person, I still understand that I choose to leave at the right time. Leave some people behind. Choose some people.

9. Fate. This is my excuse to miss you all my life. When I finished this sentence, I felt my neck was wet. Warm. Then it flows deep into the neck and begins to get cold.

10. I still want to love you. Sometimes I just feel that I can't touch your heart, just empty and bored, and my temper is completely swallowed up by anxiety and turned into an enchanting flame. Burn all the reason and emotion in your heart to ashes, then get angry with you and transfer all the madness to you.

1 1. Love is just that you eat all my youth beautifully and enchanting.

12. What kind of eyes are they? They are clear and transparent, like the morning sun, rising from the ground of Ran Ran, but they are sad to fall.

13. I remember the dream I had with you last night. In my dream, my love for you is endless pure white. So, I still don't want to sleep until dawn, because I know it's a dream. As long as I wake up, your hugs and kisses will turn into bubbles.

14. This kiss is my promise to you. You can bring it to me at any time to cash in the happiness I want to give you for a lifetime.

15. Rabbit, your smile is the sunshine that permeates this scar as the ancient crust slowly cracks. A wound suddenly bloomed in the air, and the fresh and gorgeous blood oozing there was the smile of the rabbit dragonfly.

16. desire. Slowly oozing from the depths of my chest, I was easily deprived of all my dignity. I am indeed a seemingly powerful person. However, the inner emptiness, loneliness, shamelessness and unbridled surge have stirred up all seemingly peaceful lives. Put the surging heart outside. You are calm. Your dull silence. You seem warm and beautiful. You finally put all your eggs in one basket and walked out of my world. I wrote a very sentimental sentence that night. I said I wanted to stand nearest to you, as long as you turned around. I am afraid of your loneliness, and I am more afraid of my own loneliness. I think when I am with you, the two of us will be a little warm after all. I thought so too, but I still didn't send a message. The light on the screen of the mobile phone gradually dimmed, so I turned my mobile phone to mute and rolled over into the quilt. I am not afraid of love. I am just jealous of love.

17. When I was at school, I felt my empty pocket and finally left the newsstand. I took out my cell phone and sent you a message. In the cold winter, I gently pressed this paragraph with my red finger: "Baby, I miss you very much. I remember your mobile phone bill was low. I just wanted to buy you a recharge card, but it was not enough to rummage around in my pocket. Wait till tomorrow. Yes I will definitely buy it for you tomorrow. I said I would support you. Kiss you. " The send icon on the mobile phone circled for a long time before it came out. You suddenly called me and cried hard at the other end. I was frightened at once, but I couldn't coax you not to cry on the other end of the phone. But you whispered something, and I cried for nothing. I squatted on the empty road and cried slightly. You said, "Xiaoling. I love you. We will be together forever. " This is the last Christmas we spent together. I turned my head carelessly with my bag in my hand, and my heart was cold and I almost cried. This Christmas, you will never love me again, and you will never be with me. This is forever.

18. Back in Urumqi, I didn't go to my grandmother's house again, but booked a train ticket directly. I have always stubbornly believed that there are some things that I can find the answer by myself. Actually, I just hope to find an excuse to deceive myself. You asked me to face it. Always forgive.

19. Everything went back to the past. Maybe acquaintance is a sin. You pass by like a flower. I glanced at the flowers and cried. Yan Hui. I like quiet. I got up and walked towards the thick night. Sleeping memories are like flowers in spring.