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The most painful thing about the sad diary

Some sad diaries make people feel very heartbroken after reading them! Below I have compiled the most painful sad diaries for you to read!

Sadness is an indescribable pain

There is a kind of wound that can hurt you invisibly, that is the indelible scar left by your verbal battle. There is a kind of pain that you cannot understand with your heart, that is your cold and ruthless piercing through the flesh and blood. Since we have decided to go our separate ways, why bother to say the more heartbreaking sorry!

Today the weather is still so sunny, the spring breeze is still blowing gently and the fragrance of flowers is everywhere; but I am no longer in the mood to appreciate it. Do I hate you in my heart? I don't know, how many people say: joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, ups and downs, that's life! But I still don't understand, no matter from which aspect you care about it, why do you give up! Is it difficult to have everything in life?

Maybe letting go can really free you. If you break up, you break up. Every step of life is experiencing separation and reunion. Then break up completely! No need to be unable to stop! Maybe the tangled mess can only be cut with a sharp knife, why bother to entangle? Life is short, and there are still a few decades left in a lifetime. Forget it! The love and hate in the past, forget it! It was just a wrong journey. No need to worry about whether turning back is the shore!

There is no youth in the eyes except tears. There is no need to be sad when the beauty grows old. That is the inevitable price of growth. Memories are only memories and have no practical meaning. Why should we be greedy for that little bit of tenderness? The wound hurts, and we have to bear it by ourselves. Why should we care about sprinkling a handful of salt? If it hurts, let it hurt to the bone! Flowers look beautiful in the fog, but when the fog clears, it is just an ordinary foxtail grass. The moon in the water looks very realistic, but when you reach out to catch it, it is empty.

If you can't say it, then don't say it! The broken heart is still beating in my chest, and the hot blood is still flowing in my veins. Although even breathing hurts my heart, I don't want to live a humble life while I'm still alive. The road is under my feet, and the road is also ahead. I can only look into the distance! I don't want to be a fish out of water, because dependence will make the river more unscrupulous. I can only learn to breathe by myself, so that I won't die of thirst under the scorching sun. Patience is a must in life. Love and hate are double-edged swords, which hurt two innocent hearts!

Letting go of love means letting go of hatred. Forgetting is the best medicine for wounds. Forgetting you (MeiWen.com.cn) does not mean not remembering you, but just peeling you off from my mind little by little. Because I want to forget you, I miss you more!

Someone said: The greatest pain in life is not that you are by my side but you don't know that I love you, but that we know that we love each other but cannot be together. Can we really be happy together? In fact, life is lived in two kinds of feelings, one is the regret of not being able to be together, and the other is the boredom of being together forever. Whether it is regret or boredom, it is not the perfection we want. But who among us can avoid being hurt? Regret makes us miss each other for life, and boredom makes us torture each other. This kind of pain can only be swallowed by ourselves.

Maybe I can only hope that time can dilute everything. Maybe one day I can really neither love you nor hate you, maybe one day you will really disappear from my life. But this is just a maybe, at this moment, I still have to endure the pain of your feather arrow piercing my chest. If I can really be that white bird, why should I be afraid of dying in your arms!

You cocoon yourself, thinking you will never break out of the cocoon, but who would have thought that one day you would emerge as a butterfly? There are too many unexpected things in life, so don't be a prophet at the bottom of the well. No one can predict whether the next stop will be sadness or happiness!

Sadness is an indescribable pain. Since there is no way to express it in words, bury it deep in your heart and let time dilute it! No matter how broken and painful your injured heart is, please cherish it!

Sad Diary 2: Enduring the Separation

Time flies, and the short ten days passed in a blink of an eye. I didn't want to say goodbye, but I had to. The excitement of standing on the podium for the first time, the kind "Teacher Li", and the persistent faces, the throbbing in my heart are still fresh in my memory. I am reluctant to leave these kind and simple children. Although the time was short, these were the most valuable ten days I spent. I learned much more from these children than I gave them.

The teaching life is coming to an end. Today is the last class of our teaching group. The children are reluctant to leave us and invite us to come again next year. I stood on the podium and wanted to say goodbye to the children, but my throat was choked and I couldn't say a word of farewell. I just kept taking pictures with them to cover up my inner pain. Perhaps, the children knew that we were leaving, so they behaved very well today, and even the students who were usually naughty stopped making trouble. Perhaps this is "love at parting"!

Ten days was really short. I promised not to cry, but I couldn't help crying when I saw those drooping foreheads. Even now, when I open the letters and paintings written by my classmates, I feel sad. Parting is always sad. But I didn't say a word of parting in the guestbook. The children asked me for my phone number and said they would call me later. The children who I scolded for being naughty also thanked me and said they would call me later. I wanted to cry after hearing this, but I couldn't cry.

How many times will a person have to go through separations and how many times will he have to experience the beauty of others in his life? But I still can't get used to the coming and going of people around me. Although I understand that there is no eternal reunion, I have also become indifferent to the changes in the world and people's faces. "I can't bear to leave you" is so difficult to say.

People have joys and sorrows, the moon waxes and wanes, life is impermanent, I just hope we can keep the beautiful moments when we are together. I believe our separation is short-lived, we will have the opportunity to meet again. I believe that parting is for a better reunion next time, we will have a better meeting next time.

I can't bear to leave you, but I have to leave you!

Sad Diary 3: July is the sadness burned by the passing years

This is a July shrouded in darkness. The missing Malaysia Airlines plane is still in people's speculation. On July 17, another Malaysia Airlines plane crashed in Ukraine, and 300 people could never find their way home. People have not yet recovered from this air crash. A Taiwanese passenger plane failed to make an emergency landing in Penghu, taking the lives of 48 compatriots. Just one day later, a passenger plane that lost contact in Algeria was confirmed to have crashed, with 110 passengers and 6 crew members on board.

Three air crashes in eight days. It is said that more than 760 people died in air crashes this year. It is said that July is the most sunny season of the year, bringing vitality to all things in the mature green. However, these unfortunate victims, these innocent lives, withered like flowers under the scorching sun. I want to ask whether this July in the scorching heat has also heard the sad song hidden in the petals?

Life is so insignificant in the face of disaster. I wonder what kind of compassion the white death notices delivered to the deceased's family members felt? A healthy person disappeared in the dust in an instant, and only this white thin paper coldly informed that this person had gone to heaven and it would be difficult to meet again outside the mountains and rivers. Even if you are attached to him and reluctant to let him go, how can you keep him from going further and further away?

The burning pain of July is still extending. At the beginning of the month, I heard from my hometown that my brother's father had passed away. In grief, I rushed back to my hometown from afar, wanting to see the old man off before he was buried, but it was a pity that I could not see him again. I grew up in the same courtyard with this brother, and we are still brothers as close as brothers until today, forty years later. His father, whom I have always called uncle, has watched me grow up and walk along the way. There is a saying that distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, and close neighbors are not as good as next door. When my family encountered difficulties when I was a child, he extended a helping hand to help my family through the difficulties. My uncle is open-minded and cheerful by nature. He is upright and honest, and he loves to joke and is not particular about trivial matters. Neighbors like to socialize with him. When he was young, he drank a lot of wine, and it was hard to find a rival among the neighbors. He also has a unique skill in treating injuries. Everyone in a radius of 100 miles knows it. And my uncle follows the medical way, saves the world and never asks for money, which has won him an excellent reputation.

My uncle had always been in good health, never suffered from any illness, and rarely caught a cold. Who would have thought that when he went to the doctor for back pain, he was diagnosed with bone cancer, which was already in the advanced stage. In just a few months, my uncle lay down and never got up again. Life and death are unpredictable. My uncle was seventy-two years old when he passed away. All his children were good at making money and were well-known in the town. My brother in particular ran a travel agency and was a very influential figure in the county. My uncle passed away when he was enjoying his best old age. My aunt said it well, everyone will die, there is no need to be too sad, but it is a pity that my uncle worked hard all his life and went through hardships. Now that the family is better off, he has not enjoyed the blessing of his children.

My uncle liked the hustle and bustle when he was alive, but he didn't want to live in the city. He stayed in his hometown all his life and lived a quiet life in the countryside. His descendants buried him not far from the mountain road, where there were always pedestrians passing by, just like the southern sundries store he opened when he was alive, guarding the small store and watching the passers-by. I lit three cigarettes and stood quietly for a long time in front of my uncle's grave. In the past, when I passed by his southern sundries store on my way home, I always gave him a pack of cigarettes, and he always politely pushed it away before accepting it. Now my uncle lies quietly in the grave, and he can no longer smoke the cigarettes I gave him. Only a wisp of green smoke lingers gently in front of his grave, just like my faint grief.

Shortly after returning to Hangzhou, before I could get over the death of my uncle, I heard the news that my best friend's father had passed away. I had no choice but to return to my hometown in a hurry to attend the farewell funeral. My best friend's father died of coronary heart disease. After retirement, he returned to his hometown and spent his years raising bees and making honey. We, his son's friends, have all drunk his honey. My best friend said that his father suddenly collapsed when he was fine. When he was sent to the hospital, he was already confused and unable to speak. My best friend was waiting in front of the bed, taking care of his father's feces and urine, thinking that his father would get through the difficulties and recover his health. Unexpectedly, he foamed at the mouth and left the world at three o'clock in the morning. When he left, he looked around at every relative around him, but he didn't leave a word. My best friend said that at that moment, he burst into tears. The moment he saw his loving father close his eyes, he was heartbroken and cried for his father not to leave, but no matter how hysterical he was, he could not stop his loving father from going to heaven.

A close friend said that his father lived an honest life, worked diligently to support his family, and raised several children with great difficulty, but he never had a good day. He was busy at work and had no time to accompany his father. He always thought that there was still time, but he did not expect that his father would leave so hastily, leaving him with endless regrets and regrets. The close friend has been suffering from grief, and tears flowed before he spoke, which was unbearable. Too much reluctance and guilt always entangled his heart, but the tree wanted to be quiet but the wind did not stop, and the son wanted to be filial but the parents were not waiting. How many people in this world can truly understand?

When we were sending him up the mountain, we passed by an old house where an old man kept bees. The yard was silent, the beekeeper had gone far away, and only the ignorant bees were flying around the beehives.

This eventful July has seen too many human tragedies. Air crashes, accidents, floods, droughts, all cruelly and mercilessly descended upon the world. We could not see all the changes in the world from afar, nor could we be indifferent to the separation of life and death. What was left was a ray of setting sun in the sky, spreading across the water, dyeing the tears red, and burning the pain.

In the long years, everyone may be walking on thin ice, not only the burning pain in July, but also the pain brought by ordinary days. Some things are hard to predict, some people are hard to keep, life and death are separated, and the impermanence is extreme. All we can pray for is the tranquility of the mountains and rivers and the long-lasting peace of the prosperous times.

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