Publish an article about love and sadness, be masculine, and be a little gentle, thank you! Pros 20

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If you are with you.

The leaves fell. The icy wind lingered around me, and docked beside me for a long time. In this bleak season, I'm afraid she is the only one who can accompany me.

In the distance, I saw a leaf falling from a tree beside the road, it swirled, swirled, and fell in mid-air. Falling is its unchangeable fate. And I, how could it be.

Looking back, the innocent and innocent laughter of those lost years still rings in your ears from time to time, and the two figures that have never been separated in the moonlight are now disconnected......The sunset that we used to watch together is still so beautiful, but now it is sour on the horizon, and I don't want to raise my head, because I am afraid that even it will cut my heart. I'm still so timid and cowardly.

Every day I wake up wet on my pillow, and I know it's for you, but I keep telling myself it's water. In my dreams, when I see your sweet smile again and again, I will remember the happiness of the past, but there is also this day ......I have asked myself countless times if it is my selfishness that disgusts you that makes this beautiful love break its wings and not get the beauty it deserves. If so, I'm willing to change!

I am willing to pursue you with this love with broken wings on my back. No complaints, no regrets!

But when I made up my mind to stop being selfish, I saw your ruthless, cold eyes. When you told me that this love break was over, I really understood for the first time what it was to be afraid. At that moment, my world was completely destroyed, and I was like a child abandoned by my mother on a street corner, with only endless fear.

I reached out and grabbed the corner of your coat and asked, is it still possible? The rest is only the ruthless back, destroying my heart!

The autumn breeze was bleak, and I stood at the corner of the street of memories and looked at the embarrassed figure in a daze, imagining that someone would come and take my hand, and then we would go home together. But this can only be ......

If you are with you, it is not ......a pity to die

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When we first met, I couldn't refuse your expectant looks, and you only paid attention to my looks. Let's talk together, I talk about my shortcomings, and your nonchalant demeanor is so gentleI can give you everything I have, care and be considerate of you, you smile so beautifully

Maybe I'm so good to you, and you're starting to find fault with me, and my heart is very upset. I don't know what I did wrong, anyway, I really tried hard! I finally couldn't stand it I said to my girlfriend Let's break up I'm really reluctant Tears are about to flow out I wish you happiness!

I suggest you watch Baby Anne's Farewell to Vivian

Every story in it is very sad.

And after reading it, Ni will understand a lot.

The autumn wind blew and shook off the yellow leaves all over the ground, and the leaves fluttering in the wind were also pieces of leaves, just like my broken heart. Stopping and looking up, the dusky sky, the yellow leaves in the sky, I thought of his yellowed smile when he parted. Winter has not yet arrived, and autumn is cold.

I naively think that he loves me more than myself, that he is my true destiny, that he is the person I have been looking for for a long time and will be entrusted with my life, that he is very happy with me, that he will stay with me under that creeper But I was wrong, I was wrong.

We met in the fall of the previous year, when I was in my sophomore year of high school, and every day was a busy but fulfilling life, and the repetition of those days inevitably made me feel a little tired, and sometimes I dreamed of meeting my first love by the school pond, or under the banyan tree, or around the corner. The line between reality and dreams is not always very clear, and it was then that God made me meet him. When we met in the white hallway of the small school square, which was crowded with red creepers, we seemed to have a tacit understanding that we would go to that place every day.

But they just looked at each other, and their hearts were already overturned, but they were speechless. From then on, I fell in love with his eyes as clear as the water of the lake.

A certain year. A certain month. One day, we still arrived as scheduled, but this time there was a hint of melancholy in his eyes, I realized that something had happened, so I walked by and wanted to ask him, but before I could speak, his hand had touched my forearm, and then slowly slid to my fingertips, I not only how to describe the wonderful feeling, only felt a clear spring flowing all over the body, all the flowers in the world seemed to open suddenly, we were surrounded by many dancing butterflies, as if at that moment his fingertips emitted infinite brightness, Then push to my fingertips.

It was as if the moment was frozen. From that day on, we officially dating. I am no longer an obedient student, because in my heart, the love for him is full and overflows like rain.

Every day we still go there, we talk about our common favourites, and the laughter keeps ringing under the horns of the creeper. His face is full of smiles, his heart is full of love, and his mind is full of him. It wasn't too cold that winter.

Love comes and goes quickly, and when you invest too much emotion, you will be hurt equally at the same time. Just as the snow was about to melt, he disappeared before the arrival of spring, leaving behind only his seemingly smiling bright but slightly haggard face for the last time. I didn't know what was going on, so that there was almost no warning, and I heard from my classmate that he used to have a girlfriend, like me, and I learned that two people holding hands don't have to be the same temperature through their fingers.

It seems a lot like a commonplace movie, but in fact, life is like this, except that we become actors.

He's gone, my world is here. It's still a busy life, but it's a different kind of tiredness.

There was such a couple. The girl is very beautiful, very understanding, and occasionally comes up with some bad ideas to play on the boy. The boy is very smart and sensible, the main thing.

Strong sense of humor. You can always find a way to make a girl laugh when you get along with two people. Girls love the optimism of boys.

They have always gotten along well, and the girl's feelings for the boy are faint, saying that the boy is like her own relatives.

Boys love girls very much and care very, very much about her. So whenever there is a quarrel, the boy will say that he is not good, his own fault. He said so even sometimes when he really didn't blame him. He didn't want the girl to be angry.

Five years later, the boy still loves the girl as much as he did at the beginning.

One weekend, the girl went out on errands, and the boy was going to look for her, but when he heard that she was in trouble, he dismissed the idea. He stayed at home for a day, he didn't contact the girl, he felt that the girl had been busy and it was not good for him to bother him.

Who knew that when the girl was busy, she was still thinking about the boy, but she didn't hear from the boy one day, and she was very angry. When I got home in the evening, I sent a message to the boy with a lot of words. There was even a mention of a breakup. It was 12 p.m.

The boy was so anxious that he called the girl's mobile phone, called 3 times in a row, and hung up. No one answered the ** at home, guessing that the girl pulled out the ** line. The boy grabbed his clothes and went out, he was going to the girl's house. It was 12:25

The girl received the boy's ** again at 12:40, and she hung up again when she called from her mobile phone.

Nothing was said all night. The boy didn't hit the girl again.

On the second day, the girl received ** from the boy's mother, and ** there were tears. The boy was in a car accident last night. **It was said that the speed of the car was too fast, and the brakes were not sharp, and it hit a large truck that broke down in the middle of the road. By the time the ambulance arrived, the person was gone.

The girl's heart hurt so much that she couldn't cry, but it was useless to regret it. She can only remember the joy and happiness that the boy brought her from the bits and pieces of memories.

The girl endured her grief and made it to the parking lot of the accident car, and she wanted to see the last place where the boy had been. The car has been hit and completely out of shape. On the steering wheel, on the dashboard, there were also stains of the boy's blood.

The boy's mother gave the girl the belongings of the boy at the time, the wallet, the watch, and the mobile phone stained with the boy's blood. The girl opened her purse, and there was her ** inside, and most of it was soaked with blood.

When the girl picked up the boy's watch, she was surprised to find that the hands of the watch stopped near 12:35.

The girl instantly understood that the boy used his last strength to hit her ** after the accident, but she herself didn't answer because she was still blocking air. The boy didn't have the strength to dial the second ** anymore, and he went away with infinite affection and guilt for the girl.

The girl never knows what the last words the boy wants to say to her. The girl also understands that there will be no one who will love her more than this boy!

Excess loneliness.

Next to the abandoned railroad tracks, there is a figure who does not seem to belong to this world, lonely, lonely, forgotten by the world, destined to be superfluous.

Under the gloomy sky, there are countless souls who do not belong to this world, fallen, buried, superfluous people, destined to be abandoned by the world.

In the corners of the world, alone, drifting alone.

Anything in the mind does not belong here, come at any time, you can go at any time.

Since there is nothing left, why should we be nostalgic for this mortal world? Maybe the other world is the place to be.

There is something in my heart, and I am helpless.

The encounter with him, the bond of love, is destined to be entangled in this red and chaotic world.

A person's world is no longer lonely, because there is an attachment to him in his heart.

But, after all, it still can't withstand the shackles of fate.

Helpless. Leaving him, it hurts to the heart.

Maybe you are a grain of sand in the wind.

Drifting everywhere. The small do not deserve love, they do not deserve to have hate.

Not even humble tears deserve to be had.

Doesn't matter. Since even loneliness is superfluous, then, let this life go with the flow!

Absolutely original!!

There is a grave in my heart, where the surviving are buried.

However, do you give "money" for writing essays?

Open your eyes and look at the heart on the ceiling.

Then close your eyes and think about something that should have been thinking about it lately.

Then open your eyes, get up, and get out of bed.

Go to the first pool and turn on the faucet.

Watch the water gurgle down...

This world is very small, so we bumped into it, but in such a small world, we were separated, maybe I was too stupid to know how to hold your hand, so I didn't keep up with your pace, and slowly we were rushed far away.

Maybe you should hold me by the shoulders and push me behind me so I don't get lost, maybe you should take a rope and tie one of my little hands, and wait until you find that I'm gone, pull hard, and I'll reappear.

Maybe we shouldn't go to a place with so many people, maybe I should look at the moon by a quiet lake.

Maybe it's because there is no moon that we show up in the bustling spot.

I think there is no possibility, we are indeed separated, although we have been looking for each other's familiar backs, but the hateful we are all short-sighted, blurred in front of us, can only blindly keep moving forward, I didn't expect that we were back to back.

Sorry, your phone is down. I think this night. I'm not destined to find you.

The curvature of the corners of the mouth rose slightly, a very gentle smile, but the eyes were blurred, the very uncoordinated movements stiffened, the hand waved and waved vigorously, but the person behind him was not there, and he was already far away after turning around. . .