A person, a city, a lifetime of distress What book is it from?

That's how you barged in. At the right time. Fill me, just the right loneliness. From now on, I believe that you are the only one in this world.

Ripples rippled between my fingers that had been sleeping for years. After such a long period of forbearance, the embankment finally broke.

Fascinated by the minor, two beautiful teenagers, love each other. Like a flower-blooming gesture and a lonely and fierce voice, the tea leaf fell to the ground.

And the ** of Allure has not sounded in the end.

For the sake of this night, we will discount our youth. Almost forget the original, emotional time when the blue sky.

How many years has my passion been brewing, if one day I accidentally forget you, don't be sad, I'm not giving up alone.

It's my other soul.

Rimbaud said, happiness, its teeth are soft for death. experienced a shocking love, and his kiss passed away with the wind.

The hallucination of death, this beautiful and glamorous child felt that he was still naughty sixteen years old, lying by a dead tree in the wilderness, enjoying the lazy sunshine, and his mind was surging with amazing verses: At the age of seventeen, he didn't care about anything One beautiful evening, the coffee house The cups were staggered, and the light and shadow flickered with the sound of noise Let's go for a walk in the green linden forest.

Quatrains and discontextuals. How like our beautiful arrogance. When the piano falls in love with the violin, it is a sigh.

No one knows, I miraculously experienced a legend. I took back everything that belonged to me, but I was puzzled why I still remembered you in the empty city.

Empty - my heart is an empty city, reason is calm at the head of the city, and whoever wants to enter and stop outside the city.

City—Come, take your violin.

A tree and moonlight fall over the city.

Absolutely, the fireworks will be grateful, and the sheng song will stop.

One person, one city, a lifetime of distress.

Love - Qin Se and Ming, peerless scenery.

Qiong Lou Yuyu fell into the camp.

A person, a city, a lifetime, distressed, the next sentence is two people, two cities, a lifetime.

Talk about it one person at a time

1, a person, a city, because of a person, gave up the hand to clear a city, because of a city, lost a person.

2. Because of a person, slowly get acquainted with a city; Or because of a man who has fled from that city now.

3. A person's life is a city wall with age, built with countless verdant days and months. Life is a brick and a brick, and life is a beam and a pillar.

4, a person, a song, a person, a house, a person, a city, a person, don't forget.

5. A person guards a city, a city hurts a person, a person fulfills a dream, and a dream changes a person.

6. The first time I liked a city was because of a person, and the first time I didn't like a city was because of the same person.

7. Because of a person, he likes a city, because of a closed person, he leaves a city, because of a person, he abandons a city, because of a person, his heart is attached to a city.

8, a city, a song, a person, I hummed a song alone, walking towards a city to find the way home.

The stove sells a person and a city for a lifetime, and a tea and a lone lamp. It depicts the picture of one person to another person for four years, reflecting the loneliness and desolation in the heart, and the overall artistic conception of the picture is relatively sad.

The feeling of inner loneliness:

The feeling of loneliness is like not being able to find someone in the world to talk to. I used to feel that loneliness was a sadness in my heart, and I would have an uneasy, unstoppable urge to speak. But slowly, I got used to loneliness and learned to enjoy it.

Actually, getting used to loneliness is a terrible thing, but I am as obsessed with it as a person in love.

It seems that loneliness has become a norm, and even if you blend into the busy and crowded streets, that is, under the colorful and dazzling neon lights, your mind can easily detach from this prosperity, turn into a puff of smoke, and float alone outside the world to argue.

Allowed to be bustling and blooming left and right, scene after scene of human tragicomedy is staged. The splendor and splendor of the night smeared all colors and drowned out the boundaries of joy and sorrow.