I can't stay at home. I think my room is too small to hold my happiness. I need to pour out my heart to the whole nature.
I am blessed and blessed by the power of your hands.
In the grave, maggots gnaw at my beloved, and now she is no longer alive, and now she has long been dead.
Then she smiled at me, but reluctantly, because she could not help crying.
These souls are waiting for the hand of a friendship to bind their wounds and heal their wounds.
I had to remind myself from time to time that I had no more right to ask her for anything.
I don't want you to have a minute of regret because you are with me.
My heart is not used to happiness. Perhaps, living in your heart better, in your heart, the world will not see me.
You are unfaithful to women, and sometimes they will not pursue it. But if you hurt their self-esteem, they will never agree.
But you don't know how thin a thread holds the love of a girl like me in your heart.
God was kind enough not to punish her as usual, but to let her perish in beauty and luxury, knowing that old age was the first death of a communicative flower.
Love me like a good friend, but not to that extent.
I looked around, and it was strange to see that the others were not concerned about my misfortune. They were still living as usual.
True love always makes people beautiful.
I felt the need to be obsessed with something to kill time, to make time go by so fast that I couldn't detect the passage of time.
I live longer than you love me.
If a woman has a little self-esteem, she should endure all possible sacrifices and never ask for money like her lover, otherwise her love will be like prostitution.
The sun shines like a pure fiancee to shine on my mistress.
My demand is that you love me, and that you love me without horses, without cashmere shawls, without diamonds.
We are like two stubborn divers in love, only surfacing when we breathe.
Because I was afraid my self-esteem would stir up my stubborn temper again, and I was not well off, I asked them to write down my name, leave the book aside, and went downstairs.
All wise and wise people strive towards the same goal, and all great will abide by the same principle: we must be kind, we must maintain youth, we must be sincere!
The pain you want to make me is your proof of my love.
If your return can not save me, the world can no longer save me.
If a man knows the value of tears, he will be more lovable.
I think that only by studying people deeply can we create characters, just as only by learning a language carefully can we speak it.
Life is but the repeated fulfillment of a constant desire, and the soul is but the chaste who keeps the flame of love alive.
These disabilities drove the unfortunate suffering woman mad, leaving her hopelessly unable to see kindness, hear the voice of God, and speak the pure language of love and faith.
Only by satisfying their lover's small vanities in daily life can they consolidate their love for them.
It is always difficult to understand the pain of others and comfort them.
She was slightly taller and slimmer, but she had a remarkable ability to conceal this artificial negligence with a little effort in her dress.
To win a heart that has never been in love is to enter an undefended city.
When a man has no love, he has to be content with vanity. Once he has love, vanity becomes worthless.
She may have given you her youth, but you have forgotten her.
How greedy others are, how selfless she is.
Because we are carefree, especially when we love each other, we see bright prospects.
I look at the clouds that float across, and allow my mind to ride in the wilderness.
Such a mixture of all kinds of people, the noisy noisy assembly never seen.
Everything has been guessed, except the truth.
You are the only person I can trust. I can freely think and talk freely before you.
I can't stay at home any longer. My room seems too small to accommodate my happiness. I want to pour out my heart to the whole nature.
I love every passers-by on the way. Love will give people a sense of kindness.
It was April, and the weather was clear and sunny, and the grave was no longer as gloomy and desolate as it was in winter.
Yes, sometimes what happens in one minute is more effective than the pursuit of the year.
If one's body and mind are in love with one month like this, there will be only one shell left.
This man's second and last love has become a burden on all your career. It is not conducive to your family, but also makes you lose your ambition.
I am more invulnerable than facing a prayer.
No redemption, where is the atonement.
When love becomes a habit in life, it seems impossible to change it without compromising all other aspects of life.