Are there any poignant stories to tell?

Many stories have a reason to be sad, and that's because many stories don't have a happy ending, and often end dismal and end in a sad form, which is life, and many things are uncertain.

There is a touching story behind the reason for sadness, so as long as you listen carefully, you will know everything inside.

Many stories have sad reasons to write like this: I can't help but think of the previous stories when I see some things, and secretly shed sad tears!

Many, many stories have such reasons for sadness. Every great story may be followed by this feeling of grief.

I don't think it's necessary to repeat the sad story, we should look at it with a normal heart.

There are stories and reasons to be sad, I think everyone has a hometown of their own, there are more than one person, they are all very sad, that kind, I hope you will not have such a story.

Personally, I think that many stories have reasons for her sadness, otherwise he would not have been passed on for a long time.

Many stories have sad reasons, and this seems to be a song one by one, isn't it? It seems to be. A song by Jacky Cheung. There are many people who have achieved it, and there are many sad stories.

Stories have reasons to be sad, and sometimes there is no reason to be sad.

I no longer have the people I loved. Many stories always have a reason to be sad. Not every encounter has an ending. Some people show up just to make you grow. There are too many things in my heart, and I always want to find a gap to relax for a while, but it is difficult to find it when I give up.

Stealth always. There is no way to retreat, there is no way to find, there is no way to hide. There is no dress rehearsal in life, and tickets cannot be refunded. How is it unique?

You should tell all the sad things you have done before, and then tell others about this time in the circle of friends to see what others say?

Under normal circumstances, even if I think the main reason is that it is because many things backfire, so it is like this.

QQ story to talk about sadness.

1. I have been silent for a long time, decadent for a long time, sighed for a long time, and grieved for a long time.

2. If you don't love, you don't love, if you break up, bye-bye, don't say we can't get along.

3. You are really happy, go on, be happy as always.

4. If you just meet, but you can't stay together, it's best not to see each other in life.

5. You can't be friends after breaking up, because you have hurt each other. You can't be enemies after breaking up, because you have loved each other.

6. In the past, we had nothing to say, but now we have nothing to say.

7. You really disappoint me every time you do this. Apologize sincerely and then lose your trust.

8. People's peach blossom luck, like the menstrual cycle, is one after another.

9. I thought you would be jealous, but I didn't expect me to humiliate myself.

10. Women who have fallen out of love are poets, so whether men are the protagonists of the poems.

11. If I could go back to the past, I would choose not to know you. It's not that I regret it, it's that I can't face the end now.

12. I remember what I said, and you are no longer in my memory.

13, the whole world is pretending, only I don't act like it, I don't wait for you to finish, I take the initiative to get out.

14. I'm afraid that one day my emotions that I have nowhere to vent suddenly burst out and drown myself.

15. The person who really understands you is the one who sees the pain in your smile.

16. In addition to your heartbeat, who will understand how much joy and how much sadness is contained in your story.

17. Some people, even if you think about him, you have never stepped into his heart half a step.

18. I didn't contact you because your coldness told me that I bothered you; If you don't take the initiative, it's because you can't be impressed at all.

19. It's not that I don't want to love, but I can't love, because I'm afraid of hurting people and being hurt.

20. Don't think that how important you are in other people's worlds, it's really just a general friendship.

He used to be my best friend. I made an appointment to meet a year ago, and I saw that my heart was plucked out of the hail and cold. We stopped talking about everything, the atmosphere became awkward, and at the end I had to pull another former classmate.

After saying goodbye at the fork in the road, we never saw each other again, and we didn't talk again. The cold wind blowing all the way on the tram finally woke me up. I don't know if he feels the same way as me, but it's really useless, and I still whispered that I miss the old days very much.

The meal ended with me holding a stiff fried chicken thigh. It was the worst chicken thigh I've had in over a decade, not one of them. After eating, the tears fell from He Yunfan.

When I was a child, there were many, many children in the village, and there were many families at that time.

Three, four, five, six children! Only Liu Zhenjiang's family is a girl, and she is also raised by Liu Jie! We went to school together, did homework together, played games together, and before we knew it, we grew up!

Her adoptive mother didn't know which man in the village she was pregnant with and gave birth to a daughter, and it was not good for Liu Jie to know that Qingtan himself had flesh and blood. found fault everywhere and scolded her, perhaps because the adoptive father knew that the child was not his own, so he did not abuse Liu Tongjie like his adoptive mother. When he returned home, Liu Jie finished feeding the pigs, went up the mountain from the back door, and never went home.

Our relatives are in the hospital preparing for surgery. Originally, the effect of the injection could only reach three o'clock, and she insisted on waiting for her boyfriend to come to the hospital to make a decision with her, saying that he would definitely come at three o'clock. The doctor agreed, and we told the doctor that there was no such person at all, and that it was just a product of my sister's brain, who had been single for many years without a boyfriend and was alone.

The sister angrily refuted the doctor's question, describing that she lost a shoe in a panic when she got on the boat, and the man behind her helped her pick it up. However, she only has a diary full of men and sketches of men drawn on it. We waited with her until five o'clock, but the man still didn't come.

So my sister cried and said, so he doesn't exist, it's all my fantasy? We nodded silently. The man came during the operation, shook the hand of the woman who suffered from complications of cerebral edema after surgery and would never wake up again, and said that she jumped on the deck with one shoe in that day, and her hair was flying in the wind, which was the most beautiful scenery I have ever seen.

Four years after they broke up, one day he was bored and looked through the space of his old classmates. When I turned to her space, I found that it was a problem with the setting to get in. Originally, he took a look at it and was ready to give up.

Just glanced at the question, "What's your birthday?" "The devil sent him in for his birthday, and then he went in. Of course, space has been abandoned for a long time, and the most recent one was two years ago.

On the sedan chair, he wrote, "My brother and brother finally came out."

Fourteen years ago, my mother took my younger brother back to her hometown from Xinjiang. The wind was high, the train was off the rails, and the stop was ten hours. When I got off the train to breathe, I saw a little boy sleeping at the train station, his hands and feet were moving and rough, and he was a child with hypochondriasis.

Many people gave the little boy food to Ling, but he couldn't take it at all. Mom said that the little boy's dad must have been watching from afar. Until the train drove away, his father did not come, and the little boy was hoarse and could not cry anymore.

My brother and mother said, Grandma, if you don't want me in the future, just put me in a welfare home, don't throw me in a place where no one wants, okay?

At that time, my brother had just undergone his fourth craniotomy. Mom smiled and said, "Okay." Now my brother has been gone for many years.

A back on the street, frantically chasing after it, Ming Mu and Ming are 2,000 kilometers apart, and they can't do it, but they still deceive themselves. We were together in '09 and that year I was 21 and he was 27. Two years later, we were in Shenzhen, and he quickly returned to Beijing, separated by more than 2,000 kilometers and more than 1,800 days and nights.

I miss him very much, but I can't see him. That time I saw a figure like him on the street and chased after him frantically.

Half a year after my mother died, my father passed by the school to see me, and the only two boxes of fruit in the back seat of the car were given by my stepmother to her own girl in the same city as me.