Talk about quotations in a comfortable mood

Talk about quotations in a comfortable mood

Remember what should be remembered and forget what should be forgotten. Change what can be changed and accept what cannot be changed. The following is a sentence I sorted out, which feels very comfortable to say. I hope you like it!

First, it is said that love is nothing more than the depth of fate. I don't know if our fate is too shallow, just like a gust of wind, I slowly cooled down in the process. I no longer believe in love and vows. Maybe this is love phobia, but I really shed tears in this phobia!

Second, I spent all my youth, but I couldn't get out of the long rainy season. I sang all the way, turned around all the way, with endless aftertaste and shed tears. I turned my heart into dew, perched on the broad leaves of my dream, and fell asleep, waiting for the morning light in the afterlife to wake me up gently. Then, in this life, can you allow me to settle down and return my innocent heart to the moon, as gentle as jade and with clear eyes, just like Ying Ying when I first saw him?

Third, a blooming season, and then buried dust and dirt, once beautiful, forgotten in whose dream? In desperation, I sighed, and when I was grooming, my hair was scattered all over the floor, and suddenly I turned around and it was gone. Put aside a frivolous love and slowly pick up the scattered tenderness. On the side of silence, locked his brow alone, trying to trace his past.

Fourth, it's not that there is nowhere to live, but I still fantasize about an elusive smile one day. Waiting day by day makes me humble day by day; Day after day, you sacrificed yourself, but achieved the glory of victory. I am really tired this time. I am so small in your castle that your eyes can't scan my existence.

We promise to go on forever. However, when the shadow of time fell on us, we found that those promises were just empty words. So, we separated, and finally, who was left? I don't know. I hope they are all here.

6. Sometimes I really feel that you are like a hurdle that I can never cross. I always subconsciously look at your recent situation, whether your life is good, whether your sleep is stable, and whether your mood is clear, but even I dare not cross a greeting. Sometimes thinking of you is like suddenly smelling the same perfume as you. When I didn't smell it, it wasn't that deep. Suddenly the smell came out, but I thought of crying for no reason. I miss you very much and I want to forget you.

7. Facing the sun, there is a tear in the corner of my eye. The world is cold, maybe only solar energy can melt the ice in my eyes. Oh, I didn't cry, I just wiped my eyes just to see the world clearly. Human feelings are cold and warm, and the world is cold.

If the memory is as strong as steel, should I laugh or cry? If memory is as corrosive as steel, should I be happy about the city or the ruins? The past is like a movie, and scenes emerge in my mind.

Drinking champagne is a romantic thing. When drinking, watching floating bubbles is frivolous but also pleasant. Just having a drink with friends. The mood of drinking vodka is melancholy. A person drinking vodka tastes loneliness and desolation. There are times to drink champagne and times to drink vodka in life. Love is a sad smile.

Ten, the past is a thin flower, which will eventually drift away and get cold in the fleeting wind. Whose heart will those falling petals hurt? How far will the heart held in the palm of your hand go before it is completely cool? I believe that all the encounters in the world are reunions after a long separation. Say gratitude and cherish, and those lost notes will never write a beautiful autumn scenery. Whose eyes were wet by the autumn rain in the sleepless midnight?

Eleven, sometimes we don't understand, but we just don't want to understand; Sometimes I don't know, but I just don't want to say it; Sometimes I don't understand, but I don't know what to do when I understand, so I keep silent. Time is the best medicine. When we feel at a loss, we might as well give everything to time, let us forget everything we should forget, and then casually walk from one story to another.

Twelve, time flies, fleeting, quietly stole our original dream. The years are seamless, and none of us can stop them. The initial dream, like the sunshine between your fingers, is warm and beautiful, but you can't catch it; Another example is the snowflake in the warm sun, which is white and elegant, but can't last forever; Like the water in the palm of your hand, it is warm and quiet, but you can't grasp it. Every time I think about it, I can't help but feel sad.

Thirteen, cold rain, fog cage attic, waving sleeves and playing a lute, crying; The night is long, tears flow thousands of lines, turn around and dance, and dance alone.

Fourteen, shuttle through the crowd every day, running for life, in the experience of time, see yourself coming in the wind and rain. We always think that the happiness we want is on the other side of time. In fact, happiness is submerged in this fleeting emergency and never far away. The meaning of life lies in pursuit and perception, and this process is happiness. No matter how time passes, some things will never change, and that is the yearning for a better life.

Fifteen, I will be afraid, alone at night, taste the loneliness you gave me, and smoke to cover up my sadness! The room was filled with the smell of missing, and a hint of melancholy smoke stung my eyes, so I couldn't help crying. The world without you will always be so lonely!

Sixteen, I met you and fell in love because of fate, but it was fate. From then on, we became strangers and lived in peace. Maybe we'll never meet again in this life.

Seventeen, if I go, forever and ever, disappear in your world, will you miss me in a sober afternoon and think of heartache? If one day, I see my hand being held tightly in the street, will you tell me impulsively that you still love me? If one day I want to die, I just want to see you before I die. Will you come back to me regardless of everything?

At the age of eighteen, finally one day, I can let go of so many unknowns and doubts. Finally one day, I can smile at you again. Finally one day, I can say hello to you again. Finally, one day, no matter who, no matter where, I will mention your news again, and I can really laugh without a ripple in my heart.

Nineteen, autumn changes all the time, but it is lonely all the time. Occasionally, geese fly by, looking for nests without leaving a trace of cloud confusion. Looking down, the ground was covered with broken leaves. The dark yellow and turquoise of the stars are intertwined for a season. I don't know why I am lonely.

I can't imagine you like me. I'm afraid I'm full of love and empty happiness. Please allow you to appear in my dream and let me weave a dream that only belongs to us. Being friends with you may be the best ending.

Twenty-one, the prosperity passed away, the time turned yellow, and it was stranded by frozen memories. Years are lonely, flowers fall, maple leaves dye the world red and rush by. They have different fates. At the crossroads, who is performing the joys and sorrows, tears and impenetrable sadness? Maybe everyone will have a if in their hearts.

Twenty-two, we can laugh alone, cry alone, get hurt alone, treat alone, endure alone, grow up alone, mature alone, love alone, stay overnight alone, we often face many problems alone, learn everything alone, and be good alone, except that we are a little lonely.

23. tacit understanding is always so mysterious. You can hold each other's hands at any time. No matter how far apart, you can use the same pace, no matter how disguised, you can see what the other party is thinking at the moment. No matter what you are doing, your heart will feel it. With such a tacit understanding, why do I feel lonely at the moment?

Twenty-four, whose feelings are heavy and whose heartache is different in the world. Everyone's eyes are full of amorous feelings, and everyone's heart is empty. Flowers are buried, and water grows in the east. Why do you want to let your sadness go to waste, and the years are green? Have a glass of red dust, Mo Wen. Who knows? Stay calm and relax.

Twenty-five, your quiet soul is loneliness that I can't touch. Your appearance is engraved in the wind and in your heart. You don't talk, I don't talk, across the Qian Shan, each other speechless, forget each other. Sleepless night, sleepless person, sleepless heart, who ever said that you were always in my heart and never really left? Miss. Repeatedly staged in the text.

Twenty-six, is there a person who quietly holds my hand and eliminates my loneliness? Deep affection condenses my eyes and covers my drift from place to place; Holding my shoulder silently, comforting my sadness; The moon shines on my heart and gives me happiness. You hold my hand, and I will let you have no regrets; You have won my heart, and I will meet the storm with you; You know what I mean, I will enrich your life. People in the market are like crucian carp. When I met my husband for a certain period, the years were full of colors and rain or shine, and I cried in my sleep. It's not easy to meet each other, so cherish it.

I don't know how long I haven't contacted you. I don't want you to know that you can't stop loving me, so I miss you and I don't want to run away. Suddenly I don't want you to know that a simple message is waiting for you, which is so extravagant. Suddenly I don't want you to know, and I miss you faintly. Suddenly, I don't want to. If I miss your smile again, it will hurt me. You got it?

Twenty-eight, we finally came to the age of our previous dreams, only to find that some people were engaged, some people got married, some people went abroad, some people lived smoothly, some people persisted in their dreams, and some people did nothing, just like a watershed. The blue sky at graduation has long since disappeared, and the person who asked you to go to the future on the playground has long forgotten where you went. Looking at the sky outside the window, it suddenly darkened, feeling like our youth, and suddenly it was gone.

Twenty-nine, once a playboy, once didn't care about anyone, will no longer exist, my heart was filled with another person from the moment I fell in love. From that moment on, one person's world will be two people's walking. Inadvertently unforgettable, is the moment when the heart is full of true love.

30. I will always remember you. Maybe my silence makes us strange, maybe my departure makes us strange, maybe my silence makes us no longer contact, maybe, maybe, just because I am a stubborn child and like nostalgia.

Thirty-one, I thought that only by staying in such a dream can I be ruthless in the years. As time goes by, from spring to summer, I can still leave a faint trace of youth. Just, I don't know, a few years later, the life with defects as the main axis, the past has come to an end like burning incense ashes, the former youth has long been sealed, and even the feelings of lighting up life are all placed on the hair.

Thirty-two years old, I have expected myself to bless others, and I can find a lover to spend the rest of my life with. Later, we understood that love may not be together. It's not a question of willingness, but a question of whether it can be done. Who doesn't want a joke? Hope to win a heart, never leave each other? Feelings.

Thirty-three, everyone has a past, and these pasts form the corner where memories accumulate in the heart. There are more and more things in my heart, and my heart is getting heavier and heavier. Why not try to get rid of all the unhappy things in the past? There are countless people living in the world. We are always frustrated to find that we are not as good as we thought, that we have not lived the life we want, but we don't know what kind of life we want.

Thirty-four, the distant sky, the scenery is autumn all the way, all the bleak is melancholy. Standing at the end of time, watching the bustling fireworks in the world of mortals is still the tranquility of the past, with clear water and blue sky and abundant powder. A beautiful scenery, spinning with autumn rhyme. The leaves fell silently, and I realized the desolation of autumn. Looking at the afterglow of the sunset, gentle and simple, solidified the imprint of the years.

Thirty-five years old, a person, under the independent trees and flowers, is a little disappointed in joy. Who will linger in this situation and this scene and write a sentence about you? Who can dance with sleeves and dance a golden times? I haven't had time to prepare my way to see you. But you drew me out with a smile gesture. What you gave me was at a loss. Where should I put it with a smile? Is there a cape waiting for you at the end of the world?

I met a cat diving, but I didn't meet you. I met a dog crawling, but I didn't meet you. I met snow in summer, but I didn't meet you. I met a typhoon in winter, but I didn't meet you. I learned to weave a web when I met a pig, but I didn't meet you. I have met all the extraordinary, but I have never met ordinary you.

Thirty-seven, sighing the misty years, whose youth is pale. Time's meat cleaver records its year number on my face, but it doesn't allow me to record all the good things. Only intermittent shallow traces are left, and the story is concentrated at this moment, which is unclear and unclear.

Thirty-eight years later, one night under the lamp, I suddenly remembered and smiled quietly: some people have gone by boat in the river of time and disappeared, but the warmth that crossed the river of time flows in my heart and will never disappear.

Thirty-nine, I will never forget that there was once a you; There was once a me; There was a time when flowers met. Watching your wandering back disappear into your eyes, you are full of melancholy. When I came, I swore to accompany the world of mortals. You and I look at each other affectionately, but we are bleak everywhere. Whose face blooms like a flower? Love was buried in that late autumn season. Now, whose heart is deeply concerned about the full moon.

Forty, young and frivolous did a lot of wrong things, and realized life in regret, but never regretted loving you, the throb of unrequited love, the tension of eyes, the heartbeat when secretly looking at you, the temperature of your palm when holding hands, my sense of security when hugging, and helplessness when kissing. These most common feelings are that I remember everything about you. You gave me so many growing feelings and experiences, but you didn't teach me so hard to forget.

4 1. We should not focus on the past or the future, but on the present, that is, the present. Life at the moment is very important. There are some difficulties that we really want to escape, change places and change people, but this is not the case. If there is no joy in our hearts, no matter how many environments and friends we have changed, we will not be happier than we should not focus on the past and the future, so now can help us see these clearly and see ourselves clearly. May you always have bodhicitta!

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