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Do you love your "successively"? I think it's easier for a girl to choose someone who loves you than to choose someone you love But if you still love your Xiaobei and can't forget him, go to him (of course, if you convince yourself to forget about him and other women) You have the right to pursue love If you don't like "successively", tell him early Don't delay others!

You can do the same as Lin Lan in there. I think it's good. It's bland, it's blissful. You don't need any wind and waves, and live a peaceful life with a man who loves you.

After watching "How Much Do You Know About the Flowers in Your Dreams", you should remember such a sentence!?

Movies can never be compared to life", because life is cruel, real, real cruelty!

I can't give you any advice to help you forget, I can only say that some need to be left to bury in the bottom of your heart and cherish the existing ones! Happy !

Ah, isn't it, is there such a thing? I've always read it as a story, and this book is very successful, but the fly in the ointment is that she didn't end up with Gu Xiaobei, it's a pity, otherwise it would be more perfect, do you know what I mean? No matter what, he loves Lin Lan and hasn't changed.

No matter what, Xiaobei's favorite thing in his heart is Lin Lan, I think you are both happy and unhappy. I cried several times while reading this book, and I also remembered my first love.

Cherish what you have in front of you and envy you.

Don't think so much about the past.

No matter how great the pain is, it can gradually wear away with the passage of time.

You should cherish your succession now.

Putting aside, I've been through something similar to you, let's let time dilute We're friends again now.

Later in it, "Lu" also died.

I don't think there's anything anyone can do to change these things.

If you also love "Lu", be good to him.

Don't let him too

You know.

You think there is a true Emma in the world.

If there is, it will be washed away by the reality of society.

You have to cherish what you have now.

Is it based on you? So who is the real original author?

"When is the spring flower and autumn moon, and how much do you know about the past. "In the midst of sorrow and sorrow, it is difficult to make a tune to play the piano. The competition that came out of the hand was such a poignant sound.

Poppies. Five generations · Li Yu.

When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past? Xiaolou had another east wind last night, so the country could not afford to look back at the moonlight.

The carved fence and jade masonry should still be there, but the face has changed. How sad can you be? It is like a river flowing eastward.

The sound of the piano is sad, and he lowers his head and sings softly alone, with two lines of tears on his face.

Think about the fateful words of this talented and amorous queen of the Southern Tang Dynasty, the seventh day of the seventh month of July, the Qixi Festival is also his birthday, lamentation, remorse, nostalgia, after all, the past is unbearable, and how much sorrow is like a river flowing eastward. Jun's heart is like my heart, at this time, I borrow wine all day long to drown my sorrows, sorrow is even more sorrowful, the mourning of the piano breaks the strings, and the long qin is difficult to send deep hatred. I don't know that what I was proud of was the worthless floating clouds, and what I have been looking for is only the dust that messes with the human eye in the sun, and a drop of water may reflect the clarity of the blue sky but cannot measure the depth of the sea.

The world is vast, people's hearts are confused, at this time looking back on the road walked, the footprints are mottled but really ruthless, not surprised or happy, the original self-conscious richness is fundamentally shallow and does not leave a trace, the former struggle is full of peace, without a trace of ripples.

The past goes with the wind, like smoke and I don't want to mention it again, absurdity and madness are all dramas. Who knows how many flowers fall in the dream, and what can be calculated.

The sound of the piano is quiet, the shallow singing is low, there is no moonless night, and I sing and listen to myself.