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Not every effort will be rewarded, but every harvest must be worked hard. This is an unfair and irreversible proposition.

When you really love one thing, you will find how fragile and powerless the language is. There is always gap between the words and feelings.

Memory thinks that the water that falls on the palm of your hand, whether you spread it or hold it, will still be dripping from the fingertips.

Those who used to say never to be separated have already been scattered in the world.

Those things that I thought I never remembered were forgotten in the process we were obsessed with.

You will never see the way I am most lonely, because only when you are not with me, I am the most lonely.

Youth is a bright sorrow~~~~ I didn't cry, but the tears flowed down~~~

Youth is a pool of water, whether it is spread or clenched, can not pass through the thin seams of the fingers ~~~~ Youth is a bright sad ~~~~ I did not cry, but the tears flow down ~~ ~

What is happiness? It is to cover up their grief for everyone smile.

Who is the passer in life, who is the runner of life, the dust of the past life, the wind of this world, the soul of endless sorrow. I don’t like to talk but say the most every day, I don’t like to laugh but always laugh. Stop, everyone around me said that my life is so happy, so I think I am really happy. But why am I suddenly silent in a large group of friends, why do you see a similar back in the crowd, I am saddened to see the autumn trees frantically falling leaves, I forgot to talk, see the warm yellow light on the road. Forgot my original direction...

I went back and looked at my own path of growth. I watched day by day. I stood on the side of the road, my hands in my pockets of the windbreaker, and I saw countless people walking past me with no expression. Sometimes someone stopped. I smile, can be peach. I know that those who stayed will eventually become the warmth of my life. When I see them, I will remember that I will never give up.

I hope that one day I can carry a bag with you, see the mountains I have not seen, take the water that I have not walked, squander the youth that has not been squandered, and commemorate

Forgetting is our unchangeable fate. Everything is like an unaligned drawing. Everything from the past can't go back to the past and slowly extend a little bit of staggering. Maybe something staggered, we really should have forgotten it.

Because I know that you are a child who is easy to worry about, so I will hand you the line but don't dare to fly too far. No matter if I fly to the clouds with the wind

One day I will walk away silently from you without any sound. I missed a lot, I am always sad.

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