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The first article in the journal of emotional injury: sadness is short-lived
I don't know how recently, I always feel very sad. At the same time, I also found that many people like sadness. In the emotional world, it is always a story of injury and being hurt! I didn't like writing before, and I couldn't write. No matter how bad my mood is, I won't say it, because I'm afraid to say it, and people who are worried about me will be unhappy and unhappy, and I don't like to feel sorry for me. Maybe no one will worry that I am unhappy, because I think I am good at "pretending" and I am always open in front of others.
Heart, very cheerful, everyone thinks I am very happy, so I will think I will not be unhappy!
Actually, I'm unhappy, unhappy, but only I know. Maybe everyone has their own sadness in their hearts, but some people choose to vent, and some people choose to bury it in their hearts and become forever.
It hurts! I know no one likes sadness, but they will be tempted and attracted by it. That's because I hope to find comfort from other people's sad stories and find the same mood as myself. When watching other people's sadness, I think about my own sadness, knowing that it will be more sad after reading it, but I still can't help but watch it! In fact, after reading it again and again, you may find out why someone gets hurt, and the injured person is always the most infatuated.
The person who believes in love the most! However, with the passage of time, all that remains in love is disgust and life. Once you don't feel the initial perfection of love, you want to escape and get rid of it, and you forget your vows and your agreed life. So there is pain and sadness!
Sadness is not the only thing, happiness is not the only thing, only happiness is the only thing. But can you get rid of sadness? Yes, that is, if you know sadness and know sadness, there will be no sadness. Just like me, I always feel that I am the saddest and most unfortunate in the past. After reading so many sad stories, I realized that there are still so many people in the world surrounded by sadness and confusion! Love doesn't need to be perfect, just suit yourself. Of course, there is no perfect person, just love you. As long as you treat, love and cherish with your heart, you don't have to have it! The most beautiful things in the world are getting and not getting, and others don't love themselves.
Love, here I hope all my friends' worlds are free from sadness and pain. Give your smile to those who have hurt yourself, and leave your regrets to those who don't love yourself!
Let's be happy together!
Let that damn sadness go away!
The second article: beautiful loneliness, endless thoughts
Loneliness is especially beautiful only when I miss you.
Missing is a happy sadness, a sweet melancholy and a warm pain. Missing is a long-term obsession with yesterday and a yearning for a better future. It is in endless thoughts that people's feelings have been purified and sublimated.
Without distance, there is no missing. When the whistle of the ship rings, when the whistle of the train rings, when the wheels of the car start to turn, when the plane rushes off the runway and takes off, the yearning begins. It is because of missing that I have the joy of reunion after a long separation, the unexpected surprise and the toast when friends and relatives get together.
Miss torments people, exercises people, and casts a calm character and deep feelings.
Missing others is a kind of warmth, and being missed by others is a kind of happiness. Of course, the good premise is _ miss each other. Otherwise, unrequited love is a kind of sorrow, and being missed by others is a burden.
Because of missing, the moonlight is infused with rich human feelings. The moon is bent, so is the yearning. When the moon is round, miss is round. No matter whether the moon is curved or round, miss is a beautiful poem. Missing can make you cry, and missing can also make you smile. Whether you cry or laugh, there will be no distractions when you miss it. Indeed, missing is a kind of purity.
Missing in the long moon, missing in the dusk, missing in the autumn rain, beautiful scenery, it is easier to evoke the feelings of missing. The beautiful scenery also sets off those desolate beauty.
With endless thoughts, it is doomed to be a long wait. Emily Dickinson, an American poetess, said, "It is not long to wait for 10 thousand years, if there is love as compensation in the end." This can also be said to be a kind of loyalty and openness in missing.
In any case, missing is a great spiritual wealth. A piece of affectionate stamps and a piece of warm stationery are the contents of this spiritual wealth.
Years may drift away like fallen leaves, but this wealth will last forever. In your long journey of life, it will always accompany you and give you endless warmth and inexhaustible strength!
Chapter Three: Finding Love in Marriage
He broke up with his first girlfriend as soon as he met her. Perhaps he was eager to replace the pain caused by his first love with an emotion, and he began to pursue her actively, although he didn't love her. She was simple and fell in love with him soon. She is not very beautiful, but she is kind, gentle and diligent. Most importantly, she loves him. A year later, he married her.
After marriage, everything is logical and plain.
Because she loves him, she does all the housework and keeps the house in good order. The rice she cooked is delicious, and the most common vegetables can be delicious in her hands. A friend visited his house and looked at her neat, gentle and considerate appearance. Everyone admired him for finding a good wife.
Because he doesn't love her, he doesn't care about things at home, but puts all his energy into his work. At the age of 30, he was promoted to vice president of the company.
She has no complaints about this and is deeply gratified by his success in his career. But he is thinking that his marriage is an impulsive punishment, and he can no longer have the unforgettable love like a prince and a princess.
He began to indulge himself, drinking, smoking and even playing with his feelings. He met a girl named Juan. Juan is very beautiful, tall, with big eyes, red lips and white teeth. They hit it off quickly and often go out in pairs.
He comes home late every day. He thought she would be angry, but she didn't. She cooked all kinds of porridge for him to come back. She said, you always drink, and you must drink more porridge, which can relieve the hangover and nourish your stomach. He was impatient and finished his porridge with a frown.
He always thought that marriage and love were separate. Although she is his wife, he doesn't love her.
She's on a business trip and won't be back for a week. Married for three years, this is her first business trip. In the evening, he ate, sang and danced with Juan, and it was midnight when he got home. Pushing open the door, the room was dark, and he was a little uncomfortable. No matter how late it was, she always turned on the wall lamp in the living room. The faint yellow light makes people feel warm when they see it.
He habitually went into the kitchen, uncovered the lid and found nothing. Yes, she is on a business trip. Why is there porridge? He patted his head and gave a wry smile. He felt empty all night. After drinking too much, my stomach seems to be on fire.
The next day, he woke up in the dazzling sunshine. Looked at his watch, it's past 9 o'clock. He sat up and shouted, "Where are my clothes?" There was no reply for a long time before he remembered that she was not there.
Open the closet, box one, all his clothes are in it. The suit is hung on the hanger, the shirt is not wrinkled at all, and even the underwear and socks are neatly placed. The second compartment is her dress, which is different from the first compartment. It's empty and there are few clothes.
After three years of marriage, it seems that he has never bought her clothes. He was ashamed and ignored her.
She called at noon and forgot to tell you that your clothes are in the first compartment of the wardrobe. And there is no porridge at home, so drink less wine, or your stomach will be damaged! He held the phone for a long time. ...
In the evening, he and Juan came to the most luxurious western restaurant in the city center. Juan is all dolled up and wearing the expensive designer clothes he sent. Looking at Juan's beauty and fashion, he remembered her frugality and empty wardrobe and felt sad.
When he got home, his stomach began to feel uncomfortable again. Looking at the empty room, he missed her a little. He called her and asked when he would come back. She said it would take a few days. Come back early! He blurted out. Say that finish, he was surprised, what's wrong with himself?
That night, he thought a lot. In fact, he loves her, but this love is hidden in a quiet marriage life.
She came back, and he went to meet her at the railway station. It was beautiful to watch her jump off the car. A hot in his heart, he quickly stepped forward and took her in his arms.
When she got home, she found some beautiful clothes in the second compartment of the wardrobe. ...
"Marry first, then fall in love" is often regarded as a joke by many young people. In fact, many people really understand love in marriage.
Chapter 4: Notes on Sad Mood
1, Kim, I'm in a bad mood today. I'm just sitting in my usual place. What you can't hide is loneliness. Sadly, liking you is not love at first sight, but long-term love. I miss you more and more. Even if you are there now, I miss you. Love and being loved are both happy, but its cruelty is obvious. The feeling of being close at hand and far away from you will make me feel pain and despair. I can't watch you. I don't know whether to come closer or stand in the distance to give it to you. I can only tell myself again and again in my heart: I am happy when you are happy! And I can't tell you anything: I miss you. Do you miss me?
2. Kim, do you know my ambivalence? Perhaps, I have been afraid that the result is the end. The heart is expecting, but it is afraid, afraid of its own love. I can't keep what I love, afraid to wander again and again until I leave you.
Kim, I haven't thought about you in the middle of the night for a long time. I'm really tired recently, exhausted physically and mentally! There is too much helplessness in life to think much about feelings. Our distance is still so far away, even though I have confessed. I asked myself, how well do I know you? I can't answer, what should I do? How can I get my heart back?
I kind of like the night view of this city. I remember telling you. When I was a child, I envied people living in cities. Now, the future is bleak. Late at night, my thoughts are clearer. Looking at the flashing lights in the distance, I suddenly feel very small and easily forgotten. Where is my future? Where do I belong in this colorful city? In the dead of night, the mood is hard to restrain, just like an ancient poet, complaining about the full moon. However, with you, I still believe that everything has returned to the wind and cloud, and everything will eventually become a beautiful memory. Looking back, I smiled and recalled, full of confidence and happiness, but also with a trace of ruthless sadness about the years. Unfortunately, I haven't been able to say those three words "I love you" to you.
I don't know when I began to like someone, staring out the window in the middle of the night, maybe I hope you are thinking about me at this time. I can't stand your presence here and think that I am that kind of person, just like you are in my heart. Perhaps, forgetting is the best choice. Let me continue to love in my dreams.
6, like a line "but although the body has left, the heart is still there. I know that if I associate with you, the road will be very hard in the future. But I would rather endure the hardships after the interaction than not see your hardships. "
7. Sometimes, just a distant existence will produce illusions. The world of stars is like this, just like people who are too dazzling often do, and will soon disappear. This is a passage branded in my heart for a long time in a book I read out of sincere curiosity about her. Now I realize how beautiful he is. So, for me, what a distant person. One day, she will disappear. As too beautiful people often do.
Chapter 5: Wishful feelings, wake up and don't be silly.
I still love you. No matter what the world looks like, my love for you will never change. Time flies, the sun and the moon pass, and the wind and rain can't change my attachment to you. Just don't keep me waiting too long. If the time is too long, my attachment to you will be very strong. It won't change. The longer it takes, the longer it lasts, Mika. That persistent heart is with me, on the pillow, on the dining table, in laughter, in life, always … always love you …
Don't always think about others, you really don't deserve them.
Don't always look at other people's dynamics, even if you are tired again, they won't pay attention.
Don't always think about others, even if you pay more, they won't cry.
Don't always pay attention to others, they don't know what else they take you for.
Don't pester others, they will say: you are not tired, I am still tired.
Don't hate others, you have nothing to remember, even if it is fragmented.
Don't punish others' mistakes by hurting yourself.
Don't always overestimate your position in others' hearts.
See how helpless you are when you know the truth.
Don't blindly follow other people's thinking, they will say that you will learn from others.
Don't always look at what's wrong with others, just go forward and ask them why they have changed. People will think you don't deserve it and always ask who you are.
Don't be infatuated with others until you are exhausted, and when you regret it,
I don't know how many tears you have shed.
Don't always worry about others, they won't be happy for you.
Don't fantasize about others all day long, if they know, they will definitely get sick.
Don't always patronize other people's space. I don't know which state of people keeps you awake.
Don't always want to talk to others. A word from others will always remind you, but people ignore it and turn a blind eye. In people's eyes, we are just a doll. Take it out for fun when you are happy. If you are in a bad mood, kick us aside and be angry with us!
Don't always underestimate yourself. People are more "noble" and we are more "humble". Finally, we don't know who doesn't deserve it! You're not sentimental anymore, but it's true. Wake up, okay?
Chapter 6: There is a kind of love that warms life.
Always inadvertently, looking back at the steps along the way, there are bitterness and sweetness, laughter and tears. After stop-and-go, I slowed down my hurried steps and felt the preciousness along the way. When I turned around, I finally found that I stayed in the corner of my life, which once warmed my life!
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Lazy afternoon, holding a cup of coffee, dense heat, with a little ambiguity. So, let your thoughts flood with dense heat! The decline of everything is inseparable from the waste of time, and the old time slowly turns tears into chaos. Without tears and nostalgia in my eyes, love will disappear, and I can't find the feeling of the past, and love will come to the edge of fragmentation. Sadness and heartbreak accompany it. The bitterness of the past, the heart at the dinner table and the initial resentment have all become the theme of life. Love can grow old with time, resentment, and smooth edges and corners in the tide of time. When there is nothing to complain about, I know that I have hated and complained about love and hate, and at this moment it is as small as dust.
Thank you for giving me the tenderest memories. At that time, I knew what I meant, sympathized with you, and the truth shocked the world. Time goes by, wax turns into tears, and it pays off. * * * Pillows, harmony and scenery are all moving. You, my favorite person, gave me all the memories. Every dream goes back to the depths, and I see the ripples I once loved, gently rippling in the new lake, so I will never regret those deep feelings that I have never retained. There is no result, only the process of love, a little warm lens, covering up the sadness of parting!
Thank you for giving me a wonderful moment. Holding hands comes from fate, and breaking up is only because of fate. Leaning against the small building and watching the snow drift by, the true feelings have disappeared. Stay with a smile, never hurt, and stay in your heart with deep affection. The road ahead is rugged and fearless, because love is always the same. Turning those aestheticism into the driving force for progress, even if it is full of thorns, there are still beautiful scenery embellishments, and the moment of heart-warming covers up the melancholy of the road ahead.
Thank you for giving me the happiest care. After leaving, I thought about you for a long time, and the true feelings still seem to be there. Kiss lightly, whisper softly, my heart gently surrounds. The breeze in Xu Lai, the bright moon in the sky, never give up. I often miss those happy memories, your knowing smile, your whispering, as if there was nothing, so I continued to walk in my heart. In fact, I don't want to travel. In fact, I am very fond of that happy moment, but my feelings are like sand in my hand, slipping away slowly through my fingers. In fact, no one is right or wrong. Love, cherish, be happy, be happy and regret will cease to exist!
Thank you for giving me a reason to miss you. Lonely place, there are tears, all because I miss you. When people are away, they go in good times, and the true feelings are in their hearts. Miss your feelings, miss your meaning, and accompany you in the afterlife. I cry when I am lonely. When I cry, I know that I never hate your rejection, but I love you more. I have vowed to follow your footsteps to the ends of the earth, and I have tried to hold your hand and accompany you through Qian Shan. When I decided to fly away with you, you still broke away from me, holding your hand, leaving me with a desperate cry in my own world.
In love, I have searched for it thousands of times, but I found that nothing can replace you to drive away your brand in my heart, but this love has been deeply rooted in the escape of my life, and I can't get rid of it. Accept it, maybe one day, your shadow will disappear, maybe it will be branded in my memory forever. I have never hated you, but I miss you, miss you, and miss you when I wake up in the morning. ...
Goodbye, I can't go back to the past, but I will remember that there was a love that really warmed my life!
Chapter 7: Heaven meets and stays together.
We should be kind to ourselves, keep our feelings, hold your hand and grow old with your son.
The distance of the road does not mean the distance of the heart, the absence of a telephone does not mean that there is no concern, and the absence of frequent meetings does not mean that there is no missing.
In the busy years, we should cherish this care.
There are some things that we don't understand when we are young, but we are no longer young when we know them.
Some things in the world can be compensated, and some things can never be compensated.
Meet in the sky, stay with people.
The love in this life will not even leave a trace in the afterlife.
If you love someone, you should hold her hand well. In the next life, you won't be around her anymore.
In the afterlife, do you remember who you loved?
Don't flinch when holding hands, don't be confused when looking at love, don't be cold when looking for love, and the person you really love won't leave.
Looking back, on the crowded Silk Road,
We have all experienced and felt many complicated feelings.
There are too many thoughts flying around. Only by thinking hard can we understand how much life needs to love ourselves and others.
Qianshan has too many feelings to understand how many feelings need to be grasped and cherished.
Chapter 8: Thank you for loving me.
Dust outside, heart inside, this love, like fireworks in the barren heart gorgeous, although short, but the beauty of that moment, enough to warm my life. The tenderness of those ten fingers has also become my most beautiful expectation for the next life. Thank you for your company and for loving me.
Holding your hand, through happiness and sadness, day and night, we all have. Life has no regular rhythm. It's better to feel it with your heart and don't care too much. As long as I spend it with you, even if it is an iceberg, I am willing. _ _ Inscription
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The sunshine in early winter is full of faint warmth. Walking in the world of mortals, you are as calm as a breeze, gently blowing in front of my eyes, leaving a touch of fragrance. Your smile comes from prosperity. I swept the sunshine on the horizon before I could see your cheeks clearly. The skin that can be broken by blowing is smooth, dignified and gentle, and the hair around my waist is swaying in the wind. I am as light as a cloud, as light as still water and as cold as an iceberg. Anyone who comes near me is inevitably black and blue, but you don't think so.
Looking at your smiling face, I wonder if this fate would be better if I met you earlier. I am not a smiling fairy, I have no intention to participate in love and hate in the world of mortals, and I am not a wise man with rich experience. I am just an ordinary person who misses the past and is attached to the world of mortals, that's all.
Silent time flies, time flows through my fingertips, and I accept everything that life has given me without complaint and enjoy everything that the world has given me without complaint. Perhaps because of this, I got used to being alone and lost the only trace of temperature. It was not until I met you that I felt that heart and love were mutual, that my heart was emotional and my love was heartbreaking.
If it weren't for you, how would I know what love is and what true feelings are? If it weren't for you, would I be carefree now If it weren't for you, how could I believe in eternity? If it weren't for you, would those mountains, those rains, those seas on the other side, those wading fields and those unforgettable things still be entangled today?
Looking back, bloom was warm in spring, and you and I fell in love and met brilliantly in that season. After crossing a mile of clear water and setting off an endless frenzy, setting up thousands of institutions still cannot escape your concern. Summer filariasis, just the temperature of a cup of coffee, is enough for endless aftertaste, following the breeze, with a touch of affection and a long touch. The autumn wind was cold, and I bent down to pick up a fallen leaf and put it under my arm. Who told me that falling in love is not heartless, but turning into spring mud to protect flowers? The fleeting beauty of the night sky will never be forgotten. Emotional injury log the gentleness of winter, who took all the sunshine away with dancing eyes and sent it to me in confusion, who said that love warms people's hearts and cherishes it forever!
With the legend of the end of time, I promised you with a smile, and I joined hands to turn my hair white and never gave up. You are still calm as water on the surface, but you are deeply moved by this feeling inside. You don't want commitment to be an obstacle, and you don't want it to be the end forever, so go ahead and cherish it.
The sunshine is still the same, and the years are still the same. I am lucky that you know me, and it is my fault that I hurt you.
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Does eternal love really exist? Maybe, maybe not.
Time flies, looks old, counting infatuation with the same time, waiting day after day, watching the sunset at dusk, welcoming it at dawn, listening to the ebb and flow of the tide, enjoying the flowers in bloom, dreaming and flying again, the feeling is spreading. Loving you is the best thing I have ever done, but loving me breaks your heart.
Tears outline into regret, memories embellish into sadness, knowing clearly that love words are tired, but still learning not to let go. I used to make you smile wholeheartedly, but everything I gave brought you nothing but harm. Perhaps, misfortune is also luck. You taught me how to love, but unfortunately, I don't know how to love others. Because I always believe that people who are forgotten by time have no love, just like me.
Happiness is as short as fireworks, and the mind is as fragile as glass. When the fingers are locked and there is little residual temperature, close your eyes helplessly. If the residual temperature has dissipated, no matter how hot the day is, it won't touch the moisture in your eyes. What the breeze takes away is the unbearable yesterday, but what the years can't take away is the long-term attachment. Those days of love, like carving, live in the heart and are printed in the mind. Even if I have amnesia, there are still faint traces.
The cold wind blows away the warmth in my heart, and the past flies. I have been waiting for a long time. Let time wither and wither, but I cling to those memories that fall in the dust and repeat them over and over again. Seasonal cycle, winter comes as scheduled, although a person quietly staring at the blue sky, guarding the vicissitudes of two people, but I still thank you for your warmth and touch, thank you for loving me with your heart, thank you for those chapters full of past events and vows, so that this love will be gorgeous for a lifetime.
Time flies. If one day we are old, who will you love? Lost and owned, instantly moved, cut off the fetters of this life, who will linger in memories and persist in life? From a foothold, a familiar melody came from my ear: holding your hand and walking through happiness and sadness, we have all had it day and night. Life has no regular rhythm. It's better to feel it with your heart, don't care too much, just spend it with you ...
Meteor-like past events draw the most beautiful arc in the young sky, snuggle up in this sad memory, stand in the fortress of a warm city, and thank the world of mortals for having you. If love has an afterlife, I will hold your hand and accompany you. ...
Article 9: Learn to forget when love is not there.
A few months ago, my aunt and sister's marriage became popular, just like mine. Her lover chose betrayal. I want to help her when she chooses to leave, but I don't know what to say when I pick up the phone, because only I know best, no one can help her, no one can really understand her heart, and only she can make the choice of going out or staying.
In the end, the marriage was divorced, although there was too much helplessness and reluctance.
Because I live in different cities and I am busy with my work, I have little contact in recent years. However, because we are in the same boat, because family ties are hard to get rid of, we began to talk to each other online.
When he was young, Juan was kind, gentle and dignified, and very beautiful. It is not good to marry all kinds of conditions, but she is full of love and sweet words. Although people don't think highly of this man who is good at talking and looks smart, she accepted him and hoped that their love would be sweet and their marriage would be happy.
Juan has worked hard for more than ten years, taking care of his wife and children wholeheartedly, trying to take care of the family with his mother-in-law, and living a miserable and peaceful life.
I have been in love for seventeen years and my daughter is twelve years old, but this man who has almost nothing has chosen betrayal. You can imagine what a blow this sudden change has brought to her. I really want to comfort her, but I always feel I can't say it. Incomplete love is like a poison. A broken marriage may bring a woman a lifetime of unhealed pain.
Juan cried and said to me, Sister, I think I'm finished. I can't go out. I can't figure out why he became like this. My heart is full of hatred. He ruined my life and my daughter's.
Of course I understand that my former lover has become a stranger and left the home I have known for many years. The parents-in-law who had been on the phone with their parents for many years suddenly had nothing to do with themselves. The only thing left was the daughter's sensible eyes. How difficult it is to extricate herself from subversion and what a painful life experience it is. How can she understand people who have never experienced a failed marriage?
Of course, I know that I have been in love for more than ten years, and I have too much happiness and sweetness. Her home, which she has worked hard for more than ten years, is gone, and her daughter will become an only child overnight. How could she want to? There are too many questions, too many confusions, too many disappointments and even a little remorse in her heart.
Of course, I understand, because I also experienced painful struggles in those years, suffering from love without love. More importantly, I can't willingly give up my beloved, let him become someone else's husband, even more desperate than Juan today, thinking that my whole life has been destroyed and I can't regain happiness.
However, the past will eventually pass, there are too many ways to go back in life, and we are doomed to bear too many unbearable burdens in life. We have blood relatives and children who live on. Responsibility and obligation make us grow, let us learn to forget the pain and suffering, and make our life no longer full of hatred and helplessness, because the person who is drifting away from us is not the only one in our life.
When we are in love, we are willing to pay; When we are not in love, we leave without hesitation. We have no choice but to be strong.
Dear, the next time we meet, what I hope to hear is no longer: Sister, I really want to hold you and cry! I hope to see you and your children live happily together. Don't believe an irresponsible man's nonsense that "we will be together again in the future" The future is too far away, so cherish the present.
Learn to forget, because we don't have much time to look back.
"Never frown, even when you are sad, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile!" I like this sentence best, for Juan.
In fact, happiness and happiness are not far away from us.