About the latest sad sentences

About the latest sad sentences

1, "Meet and do not excuse drunk, listen to sing the fourth sound of Yangguan." The sound of the song, through the heart of the sadness and despair like flowers and rain falling. Tearful eyes and hands, just can not bear to separate.

2, past events such as the wind, a few tears into the heart, and do not ask, and do not think about it. When the love is strong, I have long forgotten those shallow singing.

3, this winter season, cleaner and fragrant wine is the remedy to drive away the cold, why not fill up the small bottle of wine, in that song like clouds, goblet drunk. Tears from the corners of the eyes will dissolve into the wine, and when you drink it, you can't taste the salty flavor.

4, thoughts are just a kite, although I know that it is there, but you can never catch the thin line, looks like a song and wine, but that is actually just used to cover up the sadness of the props.

5, spring is always the same, but the silk has long been gradually stained with a faint frost marks, and once the corner of the eye of the clear will seep out those small tears.

6, remembering the past in Zhaoyang, dance clothes, red ribbons, embroidered mandarin ducks. To this day, it is still provoked by the fragrance of the Royal Furnace, the soul dream breaks, the sadness of listening to the funnel is longer.

7, in front of the window of the luxuriant plantain, straight to the full green covered the entire small courtyard. Shuffling banana leaves, cohesion of water droplets, as if each leaf has to talk about the heart full of sadness.

8. The banana in the rain always contains the light sorrow in the hearts of the lyricists. The heart of the banana is always rolled up, as if it is full of sadness. That or light yellow or green banana leaves, vaguely with endless thoughts.

9. "Outside the window, the banana in the window, clearly leaves on the heart drops." Silent night sleepless, that three rain but also disturbed people's dreams. Drop by drop, falling on the leaves, also fell into the heart.

10, in the middle of the night, in the dawn, in the birth of every thought. When we are sad, we listen to the rain, listen to those raindrops fall on the leaves, and then scattered into pieces to pop away. That, perhaps, is the voice from our hearts.

11, the world is still remote and quiet, as if it has not changed since ancient times. The evening sun has fallen, only to see a touch of somber color in the sky. After the snow, there is a little bit of worry, left in the light cold of this evening.

12, curtain hooks hung up, raised the hand side but can not retain the gently passing time. The late sun shadow, as if cast in the heart of the bleak melancholy.

13, the years without trace, quietly passed away. And time is like a good sculptor, carved wrinkles in the face, in the heart of the vicissitudes of life.

14. "A flash of car dust born tree tops, strangers on the building, all to the dust in the old." The car did not stop the intention, just swiftly away, leaving the dust over the treetops, in a trance, time seems to suddenly stop, but there is a sadness, for no reason in the heart.

15. I ask you how many sorrows you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward", "searching and searching, cold and quiet, miserable and miserable.

16, incense burner ash cold, light smoke has been broken. The glistening jade furnace, as if still residual last night as watery moonlight, only a few cool, turned into tears, fell into that endless nostalgia. And a distant flute, and blow up the heart of how much nostalgia.

17. Outside the window, a curtain of twilight rain. You are over there, I am over here. I see the rain, I see you, I see the sorrow that can never be traversed in life and death.

18, plum blossom zero fall, clear tears full of clothes. Through these petals fluttering in the cold wind, she seemed to also look at the withered self. People are thinner than yellow flowers, that is a longing for the fall.

19, the garden path also has light flowers such as snow, and those sweet red, but like this twilight spring scars, a road, a little, scattered scattered all over the ground.

20, those who once wrote the poem, in this windy season scattered as countless as butterflies lightly dancing leaves. And the moon of the autumn wind is just indifference forward, but has long forgotten the flying sadness.