There is a kind of regret that makes us burst into tears

The age is full of splendor, the emotion is surging and gradual, and the life is fragile and desolate. Time fades into mist, long, confused, untouchable, and finally accumulates as long as an overnight sigh. Breeding, waiting, lost, giving up, forgetting, and dying ...... concentrated into dim light, yellow film, round-trip love and solidification regret, clear, blurred, such as a sketch, sink in the memory of the image, we smile, meditation, until a burst of tears ......

The fireworks of memories are in full bloom in the loneliness, fading, and the colorful light and shadows bloom in the fragrance of fragrance, leaving us with a back to endure. "Butterfly fly across the sea, no one can bear to blame", Faye Wong in headphones repeatedly sing, delicate and alienated. We once said that missing is a very mysterious thing, such as shadows, so be brave and never give up. At this moment, there is no such thing as ambiguity and clarity.

The weather was quite cold and the leaves slipped down, so I drank a cup of warm black tea and my heart warmed up. The Japanese asked Audrey Hepburn to advertise the tea. It was a princess wearing a white shirt and a cotton dress that fell into the civil society. It was an elegant and fallen lady who had breakfast at tiffany. No one can forget the Rome holiday. In the ancient square, Anne eats ice cream and ride a motorcycle. She is naughty, smart, and unguarded to go to bed. "Rome, of course, Rome", Princess Anne of Hepburn gave an emotional speech to the reporter she loved. Her eyes were flowing and tears were in her smile ...... anne gave her most beautiful memories to Rome in the midday sunshine. The romantic and sentimental life of junyong was engraved in the pure black and white, A piece of grief about first love will not fade away ......

In fact, everyone has experienced this kind of innocence, and has a shy smile and dodge eyes. Zhang aijia sang: Sometimes he misses him, and occasionally misses him. This is the price of love, which reminds people of her movie 〉. It is a simple story. The fresh and short feelings in separation in the young years, such as the teaser petals scattered in the past. In the blue sky and smile, the cruel is beautiful, and the beautiful is cruel. The beautiful is in the first love, and the cruel is irrecoverable. In the "Love Letter", Bo and fujio are on each other for several days. The evidence of love is just a card filled with the name of the other Party. In the "this killer is not too cold", matida planted the pot of plants alone, two independent figures can only be used to recall her angel-like killer and man ...... this kind of clear and pure memory is cool and bitter.

Canghai becomes a santian, and its innocence is pale. Those of us who have loved each other have disappeared into this world one day before their farewell. On the way to school, I used to go through a bookstore. There were several copies of Duras in the glass window. I don't know when, her broken sentences, the passion that I couldn't copy always reminds me of Vietnam, the desire to vent myself in the dark, and the scent of the river on the meide River. The French girl, pale cheeks, red lips, twist braid, old satin dress... she stood on the ship, she was about to leave, and he was about to marry his wife. That was the last time they looked at each other, hot, uneasy, and then avoided. Her eyes were dim and stunned, and everything had become a recollection. As we expected at the beginning, she remembered him forever. Since he entered her life, he and her heart have never been lost. Many years later, she received a call from him. He always loved him, missed her, and never stopped. But they are all old.

This is "lover". dulas uses it to hold a stubborn, lonely, and desperate expression of a 15-year-old girl. She added: I always want to keep a place and let me stay there alone so that I can love it. I don't know what I love, I don't know who I love, how long I love. But keep a waiting place in your mind, and others will never know. Waiting for him does not know who you love, but waiting for him is love. I want to tell you that you are waiting!

Love itself is waiting. The words of Duras make people burst into tears, with a bit of pain and a few sorrows. Now that someone is waiting, one minute, one month, one year, and one year, it is perfect to get together. Just like in "sweet honey", Li Xiaojun and Li Qiao, Tianya is also within a few minutes. Some people missed it, so they couldn't wait, just like the flowers and the seven Shao in the Rouge buckle. The pursuit of life, watching the guard, is just a long time for ghosts, and the feeling is unfriendly. Yin and Yang are separated and do not wait.

I have gone far, escaped, and waited. All memories and love may be lost to time. In reality, tired and old, the innocent age in memory, in the ashes of time, is a primitive release of life, is a miserable but no ending repertoire. I think of Daniel Dai-Lewis, Michelle fiver, and the innocent age. Alan said to Newland: only by giving up on you can I love you. They struggle in the middle of China, flee in indifference, accept in helplessness, and finally, are irretrievably separated. Many years later, Newland sat down in Alan's window, and the window reflected the sun on him. For a moment, Newland seemed to return to that year, And he said silently: "I will give myself a chance. If the ship passes through the beacon, she will come back and I will talk to her." At that time, the river was shining, and there was a thick autumn on the shore, such as a dream, alan holding a pink umbrella slowly looked back in his imagination, and his smile bloomed in his heart ......

Because give up, so desire; because of loss, because tracing. They love each other, they miss, they wait, red hair, looking back for a hundred years. Alan's bright golden figure is deeply rooted in Newland's heart. His old face, long-standing gaze, long-waiting, suddenly stood up, gradually go ......

This allows you to give up even memories of the landscape. If his life can be repeated, he will seize what he really cannot lose, but now, only regret, a long life regret.

restrained love and restrained life are more subtle and tolerable stories in the east, just as we are familiar with Wang Jiawei's "beautiful days". Zhang manyu's cheongsam, Liang chaowei's fingers, dim roadway, deep music ...... All is depressing, gloomy and delicate. In the era of innocence, Newland assumes in his memories that it is also helpless to give himself a chance. Zhou muyun in the period of time is also obscure: "If there is another ticket, will you give it to me? "In the end, it's hard to open your mouth, just to reveal your heart to the holes in Angkor Wat. The most depressing love is like this. It is weak, restless, and helpless.
E. We are tired of worrying about our daily life. We are eager to give up all our love, such as a moth. So we waited for the beautiful man in the UK at dusk, and finally waited for the handsome, blue-eyed desert explorer. His face, hoping to have a moral identity with this society, burst with the explosion, along with Fox dance, Hungary rumor, the ancient pin ......
it is undeniable that this is a near-perfect story. I am almost intoxicated by staring at the woman who is speechless and in the dark to save him. The descendants of the Hungary nobility played by Lev van ens flashed contradictions and madness in their deep eyes. After he tore up Catherine's clothing group and turned to the passion of possession and betrayal, he made up for his faults like a child. I will always remember the eyes of the two passionate actors, Lev fanns, Kristin Thomas. In an open desert, James walked into the valley with the injured Catherine, and Catherine shouted "I love you so" in his ears, while AI mashu holds this woman who uses his life to love. She burst into tears with excitement. A few days later, he walked out of the deep cave with the dead Catherine, and the wind blew up the white yarn wrapped in Catherine, just as the despair of AI Manshu. He gave up his status, self-esteem, morality, and even abandoned his country, but still could not rescue his beloved woman. The desert is speechless and golden, and his grief is forgotten. It makes people have to lament the fate that cannot be fought, the blending of desire and destruction.
I prefer the English translation of patient in England. "Don't ask me who I am." The disfigured AI Manshu cannot directly look at the sadness, memories, forgetting, and destroying ...... he is a person who forgets his name and past, but he still cannot destroy his passion. He's already dead. He's the same girl as the fan. He's in the firelike desert, hiding in the car, watching the misty scenery outside the window, and connecting them to the soul ......

light and shade are also yellow. Just like the desert that I desire, anything is only yellow and warm, just as sorry. Those familiar or forgotten stories, the plot, in the darkness of the light slowly turned and cast a miserable look, such as a cool farewell gesture, let us forever remember. Light and shadows are lost and come true. They are all tears that we can't resist. In the end, we burst into tears and wet the ashes of time.