Sorrowful sentence
1. Unconsciously, there are clear and visible tear marks in my eyes that smash my heart.
2, outside the window, the wind is cold, no one is putting the cold in the heart into the cold wind. A sad melody, a sly voice, a boundless coolness in the heart, a look back, the lingering figure, a smile that can’t be forgotten, and now only a faint thought of smog in the smoke, can’t forget, Lin Mo is long and prosperous.
3. When a cloud is cut by the cold wind. When you wake up, you can look forward to the lights, isolated cold nights, and no moons. In the past, I was thinking about the feelings of loneliness. Who can understand me on Chongyang night?
4, the shadow of the dream, the heart of the glass, the cool year of gray, tired of the drifting red dust boat, blowing cold and thin years in the ear, no one sigh, laughing at me like this secular obsession. Lonely pace, when are you not in the lost dusk, quietly waiting for the desolate wait.
5, fighting to move the stars, the old shadows are no trace, the loneliness has also become particularly long. Perhaps everyone has a grave in his heart, buried a dead person, where there is everything he wants, the future of his hope and the love of his own hope, or joy or sorrow, or imaginary or real, and then always buried in the heart.
6. If you are alone, you will be happy, or you will be sloppy, or you will be melodious, bumpy and sorghum, floating in the ups and downs, or flourishing, or stunned, let the wings of your mind dance, spread infinitely, stalk out Gorgeous silence and elegant loneliness.
7. If you are a dream, if you wake up and leave, then I would rather sleep until the end of life. Looking at the flying snowflakes, I wonder if my one can drift past you.
8, lonely sings sing, flying with a hollow dance, so clear, so cold and quiet, came a few bursts of mourning, is to choose some scenery, silent aftertaste, but in the far appreciation.
9, the time is always like that in a hurry, such quiet, such ruthless, silent, hurried, put people on the aging highway, young innocence told me goodbye, more colorful youth with I said a farewell, and my youth Huazhang has also drawn a full stop....
10, the street at dusk, one person walking alone in the world, I only hope to be with you, perhaps only to say a long time no see, but buried in the heart, through the boundaries of time and space, read the joy of the past.
11, but this is their own assumption, when the sun slanted into the window and awakened themselves from the dream of recollection, those past events drifted into the sky with the smoke of the sky, without traces.
12, life is like a play, everyone from the moment of falling to the ground, there will be their own stage, to fully play a variety of roles, and I seem to be in a space without applause.
13, if the memory is a landscape, then the familiarity of this road has been flickering, the gradual departure from the cold years, the sorrow of the heart, the helplessness has become the same. The memory of commemorating youth is the dismissal of a bright sorrow.
14, why this snowy day, the heart, the extreme silence, the dream overflowed with tears. If I go up against the sky, can you get back to the original one, can you return to the beginning of our story?
15. I saw the winter raging in the fall. Sighing and sighing, the mountains are flowing around. The cold wind entered the body, but it was at the corner of the clothes. The whistling wind had already attacked the final defensive, leaving the songs to scatter. The hurricane is rising, the dust is flying in the world, the whistling wind is rising from the clothes, and the heart is rising.
16. There is no words and tears, and all words are gray. I often want to chat with myself, why, but reality always warns myself again and again. It seems that the soul and the body have been scattered on both sides, and it is very easy to appreciate that this loneliness is on the left and the situation on the right is recalled.
17. Tired of the secular tie, accompanied by the leisure of the breeze and the moon, I tried to try to get used to the turning point in life. For too many strangers, such as the accumulation of memories in your heart, you can’t help yourself under the time silhouette. Surprising, the faint cockroaches are always hidden in the depths. Sometimes, occasionally, they will overflow in a casual moment. Sadness is no more than goodbye, and memories are always nowhere to be placed. [csc:pagelist]}18, perhaps, the reflection of memories is always unresolved, leaving behind the sorrow to give people wireless remembrance, the distant future is like a dead gray, there is no renewed ending, regrettable soul will only be in the shadowless In the cool years.
19, in the end of the autumn before the flower in the endless taste, and occasionally will also show some obvious cracks in the heart, so confused and depressed, giving people unlimited sentimental and illusion.
20, this season, the flowers are like people, I hope to turn into spring mud and more flowers. At night, I still succumb to the cold and refuse to rest, lonely and lonely. Chongyang Lin deep autumn, Qiuqiu dyed cold, lonely geese screaming, intermittent, like the last force, screaming unwilling loneliness.
2, outside the window, the wind is cold, no one is putting the cold in the heart into the cold wind. A sad melody, a sly voice, a boundless coolness in the heart, a look back, the lingering figure, a smile that can’t be forgotten, and now only a faint thought of smog in the smoke, can’t forget, Lin Mo is long and prosperous.
3. When a cloud is cut by the cold wind. When you wake up, you can look forward to the lights, isolated cold nights, and no moons. In the past, I was thinking about the feelings of loneliness. Who can understand me on Chongyang night?
4, the shadow of the dream, the heart of the glass, the cool year of gray, tired of the drifting red dust boat, blowing cold and thin years in the ear, no one sigh, laughing at me like this secular obsession. Lonely pace, when are you not in the lost dusk, quietly waiting for the desolate wait.
5, fighting to move the stars, the old shadows are no trace, the loneliness has also become particularly long. Perhaps everyone has a grave in his heart, buried a dead person, where there is everything he wants, the future of his hope and the love of his own hope, or joy or sorrow, or imaginary or real, and then always buried in the heart.
6. If you are alone, you will be happy, or you will be sloppy, or you will be melodious, bumpy and sorghum, floating in the ups and downs, or flourishing, or stunned, let the wings of your mind dance, spread infinitely, stalk out Gorgeous silence and elegant loneliness.
7. If you are a dream, if you wake up and leave, then I would rather sleep until the end of life. Looking at the flying snowflakes, I wonder if my one can drift past you.
8, lonely sings sing, flying with a hollow dance, so clear, so cold and quiet, came a few bursts of mourning, is to choose some scenery, silent aftertaste, but in the far appreciation.
9, the time is always like that in a hurry, such quiet, such ruthless, silent, hurried, put people on the aging highway, young innocence told me goodbye, more colorful youth with I said a farewell, and my youth Huazhang has also drawn a full stop....
10, the street at dusk, one person walking alone in the world, I only hope to be with you, perhaps only to say a long time no see, but buried in the heart, through the boundaries of time and space, read the joy of the past.
11, but this is their own assumption, when the sun slanted into the window and awakened themselves from the dream of recollection, those past events drifted into the sky with the smoke of the sky, without traces.
12, life is like a play, everyone from the moment of falling to the ground, there will be their own stage, to fully play a variety of roles, and I seem to be in a space without applause.
13, if the memory is a landscape, then the familiarity of this road has been flickering, the gradual departure from the cold years, the sorrow of the heart, the helplessness has become the same. The memory of commemorating youth is the dismissal of a bright sorrow.
14, why this snowy day, the heart, the extreme silence, the dream overflowed with tears. If I go up against the sky, can you get back to the original one, can you return to the beginning of our story?
15. I saw the winter raging in the fall. Sighing and sighing, the mountains are flowing around. The cold wind entered the body, but it was at the corner of the clothes. The whistling wind had already attacked the final defensive, leaving the songs to scatter. The hurricane is rising, the dust is flying in the world, the whistling wind is rising from the clothes, and the heart is rising.
16. There is no words and tears, and all words are gray. I often want to chat with myself, why, but reality always warns myself again and again. It seems that the soul and the body have been scattered on both sides, and it is very easy to appreciate that this loneliness is on the left and the situation on the right is recalled.
17. Tired of the secular tie, accompanied by the leisure of the breeze and the moon, I tried to try to get used to the turning point in life. For too many strangers, such as the accumulation of memories in your heart, you can’t help yourself under the time silhouette. Surprising, the faint cockroaches are always hidden in the depths. Sometimes, occasionally, they will overflow in a casual moment. Sadness is no more than goodbye, and memories are always nowhere to be placed. [csc:pagelist]}18, perhaps, the reflection of memories is always unresolved, leaving behind the sorrow to give people wireless remembrance, the distant future is like a dead gray, there is no renewed ending, regrettable soul will only be in the shadowless In the cool years.
19, in the end of the autumn before the flower in the endless taste, and occasionally will also show some obvious cracks in the heart, so confused and depressed, giving people unlimited sentimental and illusion.
20, this season, the flowers are like people, I hope to turn into spring mud and more flowers. At night, I still succumb to the cold and refuse to rest, lonely and lonely. Chongyang Lin deep autumn, Qiuqiu dyed cold, lonely geese screaming, intermittent, like the last force, screaming unwilling loneliness.
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