Things about broken love, those stories about broken love

If you fall out of love, don't start a new relationship immediately, this kind of thing is better than indiscriminate.

If you're sad, go out for a walk, alone. Go to those little shops that you haven't been to or something, and go to the movies by yourself. Go buy something you like.

It's going to get better.

Don't stay in the past, a broken love is a broken love. If you want to redeem it, you have to wait until you think it through.

This problem is really realistic, she said that money is not important, but without money it is really important, at least you have to support them, real life forces many people to death, I have the same idea as you to work hard to make money, there will be better in the future. If you can't let it go, there's no way, with your current foundation, she won't come back with you, you have to make money now, don't say for her, you have to work hard for yourself. This is very realistic, and there is no solution to it at the moment, sorry brother.

Do you have a story about a broken love?

Yesterday, because of a whim of my friend, we made an appointment to go to the Shanghai Museum of Broken Love to see the exhibition together after work. All kinds of coincidences: she was left by her boss to work overtime, and I was encouraged by my husband, so I started this spiritual journey alone.

When I first started reading Dianping, I felt that this museum could be read in Dianping. But even if others comment on how good or bad it is, it's their exclamation about the experience after seeing it, it's theirs, not mine. Don't feel because of other people's feelings, open your heart and come to an experience that I don't know what it will be.

It's a very emotional wall that quickly pulls the audience into a lovelorn atmosphere. It has very petty bourgeois feelings, especially suitable for young people. Falling out of love is about an ex, leaving, loneliness, pride, leaving, being lost, stubbornness, anticipation, self-love, forgiveness...

It is you who live in my diary all year round.

It's you who doesn't give you the rest of your eyes when you rub shoulders.

You've never had a dream before.

But I've lost you like a million times.

The lamp that makes me sad and makes me laugh out loud.

Like you are real.

There will never be a look back.

It's also true. The ticket stubs of the train tickets.

That letter.

Gifts between the compartments.

It's all evidence of love.

There are so many stories here.

I don't know if there's a story.

will make you think.

He her. It turns out that the joys and sorrows of the world are so similar.

I've had grief.

Others have had it too.

Or even more. Sometimes.

We were just looking for a place.

Place. The one in us.

A museum where you can feel sadness as soon as you immerse yourself in it.

I've also been red-eyed a few times because of a few exhibits.

The beginning is all beautiful.

The ending is all desolate.

Yesterday was really a special day.

I've also left my mark here: long time no see.

Maybe one day you'll see me here.

And I also discovered an interesting phenomenon today, the order of my exhibitions is also wonderful:

Crush - out of single - broken love.

After the exhibition was over, and when I came out of the museum, my evaluation of him: I shouldn't come again. The whole pavilion created a sense of ritual for me, and the customers paid for the emotion. Of course, the experience was good at first, but after watching more, I felt numb.

And the sadness that should have been, I experienced a faint joy. They are all a group of brave people who are willing to peel back their scars and show them to the public. Speaking is healing, but how can some untold stories be redeemed?

At the same time, through this exhibition, I found an interesting self, a self that is also extremely brave.

May they all be well in the story, and may we get better and better.