Write short essays with strong literary and emotional lyrics

I sat in front of the bed.

Looking out the window, the sky is full of memories.

Life is a gorgeous illusion.

Time is a thief stealing everything.

The year I was seven years old.

Grab that cicada.

I thought I could catch summer.

At the age of seventeen.

Kissed him on the face.

I thought I could be with him forever.

There's no such thing as forever.

Never change.

The beauty that has been embraced.

None will be broken again.

Let the precarious years not be.

Cast wild on the face.

Let life and death be far away.

Who can hear.

I sat in front of the bed.

Turn your head to see who's sleeping.

That old face.

It was as if I had my eyes closed.

It used to be the one who loved me.

and my dearly.

It's all around me.

The ones that can't be taken away.

Regret and nostalgia.

It turned into the last tear.

There is not such a tear.

I can wash away regrets.

Turned into heavy rain and fell.

The street that can't go back.

Give me one more chance.

Rewrite the story.

I still owe him a lifetime.

Sorry. There is no such world.

It's never dark.

Stars, sun, everything.

Listen to me.

The moon is not busy with the waning.

Spring doesn't go far.

The treetops hug the leaves tightly.

Who can hear.

This life repeats itself in front of my ears.

It's me from the pitch black.

And back to pitch black.

The world is instantaneous, between heaven and earth.

Who am I next time.

Is there such a rose.

Never wither.

Always proud and perfect.

Never compromise.

Why life ends up like it.

A scrap of paper. It's better than a petal.

Once bright. There is no such a bookmark.

Stop that day.

The purest smiley face and.

The most beautiful year.

The bag was full.

Cakes and soft drinks.

There is nothing but suspicion and innocence in both eyes.

Let's be lawless.

There is no such psalm.

No period found.

Youth settles in forever.

Our years.

There are both boys and girls.

Guitar and dancing shoes.

Laugh and forget the pain of the world.

Only sweet. There is no such a tomorrow.

Do it all over again.

Let me feel it again.

Yesterday that was squandered.

Whether to survive or live.

I don't waste anything.

Don't let the story be so regrettable.

Who can hear.

I don't want to say goodbye.

I sat in front of the bed.

Look at the fingertips have been like smoke (pick).

Like Smoke" Ashin.

When the ancient civilization was left with only an incomprehensible language, the legend became an immortal poem - love before the AD.

How many people are working hard for their lives and bravely going on - Daoxiang.

Next to the candy is the sweetness that I would love to remember - the Peninsula Tin Box.

The little yellow flower of the story has been floating since the year of birth - sunny day.

Quietly and silently left, caught on the brink of danger, baby - tornado.

Wake up from a dream Who is on the windowsill to open the ending - thousands of miles away.

Let's roll over the souls of the orcs and put away the cruelty - the half-orcs.

Whose hooves are crazy My uniform-chrysanthemum platform.

Azure waiting for smoke and rain and I'm waiting for you The moonlight is salvaged - blue and white porcelain.

Play Chopin's nocturne for you.

I want to hold your hand like this and not let go - simple love.

I'm going to climb up step by step - snails.

I want to blow the wind, I want to be free, I want to hold hands together - the code.

The old time that disappeared 1943 is on the road of memory, time becomes better and slower Old Neighborhood Alley - Shanghai 1943.

A pot of wandering wandering is difficult to enter the throat, and after you leave, the wine is warm, and the memories are thin, and the east wind is broken.

I do want to recommend Jay's first, but I think "Fireworks Are Easy to Cold" is better.

What is love? The meaning of love is very broad and can be friendship, family affection, love, ......Perhaps the most interesting thing for people is love, right? Then I might as well talk about love.

Love is the most beautiful word, how many people are struggling to pursue it, sometimes people regard love as more important than life. But what is love? How many people truly have eternal love?

How many people have been searching for it all their lives? Love may be the feeling of love at first sight, love may be the feeling when you make a promise, and love may be the ......feeling of life and deathLove is a topic that can't be talked about endlessly. When you fall in love with someone, your heart is panicked and uneasy, you don't know how the other person feels, and you have to hide your feelings because you are a reserved person.

Maybe the root of your love is a shadow in your heart, you put on a dream clothes for him, you are intoxicated with the illusion of Nafeng's dream and do not want to wake up, wandering for a long time, tossing and turning envy, when you know the other party's feelings, everything has been light, because you have stepped out of his shadow, his coat is no longer gorgeous, the love you embrace has lost its luster, and your life has been injected with gray since then. When I don't have the experience of loving others, I think, "It's a pleasure to love others."

When I was loved, I thought, "What a blessing to be loved!" But whether it is to love or be loved, it is so sad, because people's hearts are always so unpredictable, and desires are always so things, for her, they can only pass by.

Nothing can penetrate deep into her heart. Like a decadent and gloomy flower, with a desperate posture but looking up at an innocent face, smiling at all traces of cruelty and humiliation. The deep dark green color is without tears.

Such a flower that blooms forever in the dark does not believe in tears, and is destined to be lonely for a lifetime. Often, in a crowded crowd, I feel the extension, sound, smell of many strangers, chaotic and noisy. And when you are quiet and then look and listen, you can feel incombinable, with love and being loved, there will be a struggle in the whirlpool of feelings, and with love and being loved, there will be more entanglements in the emotional world.

The wrong car of loving and being loved, the incomprehension of loving and being loved, the restriction of loving and being loved, the helpless ...... of loving and being lovedIn the vast land, for a person who is disappointed in the world and has no love in his heart, isn't it the same to **? Forever walking on the road, all love, all of a sudden, you will find that there is nothing here. Empty and silent.

There are many people who have no soul. I live a mediocre life, I have no purpose, I don't know why I want to live, and I never think about what I live for. There may be more and more such people in this world.

He was always looking for someone who felt the same way he or she did. Even if it is far away, even if it is crowded, he may feel the loneliness of the blank, and then know that the same alien as himself is not far away and feels each other with him.

We became "Homeless People", I only wanted "Unruly Life", singing "The Song of Barrenness" over and over again, every time I sat alone by the "windowsill", I remembered to tease your face, remembered your anxiety, bad habits, this is my "way of loving you", I don't need to express it in any words, suddenly I feel "It's good to miss", walking on the street at night, looking at "City Lights" can only see clusters of "fireworks", I can't see "Boundary", because we are "born lonely", The most precious thing in life is the "Loyalty" of "Chinese Heroes", but life is long, and there will always be "some that we can never control", so we will always "lose". "The Door Is Open" I heard "The Stone is Singing", the azalea is screaming, "Vertigo" sees himself "Crying Fist", we always want to be "Heroic" but we "go directionless", we will all have friends, only they can give us "Forever Touch", only they can "walk with us through the wind and rain", and one day we will see "The Light of Dreams", as long as we have a "brave heart"! Shouting at the Motherland:

I love you China!