1. Time is not as old as thousands of years, and time is not as long as ten thousand years. Time is not as drunk as beauty, and time is worthy of those who are willing to do it. Jinse mourns the snow, and the stars at the end of summer are like the passage of time.
2. Some people are destined to be a glimpse in a long time. There is no need to be sad or sad, just like quietly admiring a meteor falling from the sky, from prosperity to fall, and then to brokenness. On the vast land, I am left alone and a dream that cannot be fulfilled.
3. The hourglass of time flows quietly bit by bit, and the traces of time are described in detail, stroke by stroke. And beautiful memories often bring me a lot of warmth and touch.
4. Uncle Li is not tall, with gray hair, and his weather-beaten face is covered with wrinkles left by the years. Those gentle eyes always shine with kindness. Uncle Li is an old soldier. His left leg was injured in the battle, so he walks with a slight limp, but this does not affect his service to everyone at all.
5. Time is running out, so cherish it. If I meet you, I will write this sentence to you in my letter. It just goes to show that we need to treat each other kindly. The day you forget, you will remember it all again.
6. Walking on the road of life, we laugh at the flowers blooming and falling outside the window, and the leaves fall. We quietly watch the clouds rolling and relaxing in the sky, the wind stops and the wind rises, and the beautiful moments are reflected in the clouds. The clear shadow is permanently imprinted in my mind.
7. This is a kind old man. His hair is combed very carefully without any mess. But the silvery white hair is still clearly visible among the black hair. In the slightly sunken eye sockets, a pair of dark brown eyes quietly tell the vicissitudes of time.
8. What is indispensable in life is rainy nights - the pattering of rain, the lonely rainy night. On such a rainy night, there are tears in the sky and tears in the candles. Tears from the sky can be heard, tears from candles can be seen, but what is flowing down the face of this person are dots of silent and invisible tears.
9. Time carries the long care and passes through the branches of the years. I use a thousand years of waiting to promise you a wishful infatuation and ignite the flowering period of your life. The beauty grows old in a blink of an eye, the red makeup fades away, and after going through twists and turns, you have been waiting for me to wash away the beauty in the Ten Miles of Peach Blossom Land.
10. What is the most true? Take off the mask, let go of the baggage, and live your true self in this world. For a flower, you can talk to yourself until dusk; for a tree, you can let yourself go until dusk; for a leaf, you can stare at it until you cry. A pure me and a melancholy me are the truest self.
11. Facing the sea, the spring flowers are blooming, give your heart a harbor, where the wind and rain are full of laughter; give your heart a piece of blue, search for it, think quietly and walk quietly.
12. I don’t know, are you like me now, recalling the stories of the past, and are you also finding it difficult to let go of those dreamlike years? Are you sleeping in the past, unwilling to wake up and let go?
13. The Buddha said that there is nothing outside the heart. It is just a thought of giving up and seeking. Perhaps, the eager pursuit will eventually make oneself physically and mentally exhausted, or perhaps the scheming will eventually make oneself worldly and mediocre.
14. Childhood time always intersects and interweaves in the gaps of countless years in the future. It is very nostalgic, just like the far-flying paper kite in my heart a long time ago.
15. I often think that memory is the easiest thing to blur. As time goes by, it will fade away. And the boring transition of middle school life gradually faded away. Unforgettable, there are only a few looking back, and they are unbreakably stuck in the memory.
16. It turns out that wandering alone is so desolate when you are alone. I once thought that in love, no matter the separation, just let it go. But when I really left, the pain in my heart could not be suppressed.
17. In the chaotic years, the maple leaves in Xiangshan should be red, blooming enchantingly and proudly, and the blush warms the loneliness of this season.
18. Tears have already welled up in the corners of my eyes. I know that nothing can go back. I wave to everyone and say goodbye, and let us treasure this beautiful memory in our hearts.
19. It is a lifelong wish to boil the years away, neither to be sad nor to be happy, to be a woman who is far away from the world and to be quiet. How can your feet not get wet?
20. When you think of a certain surprise during your journey, the woman who turned around and walked away is actually old.
Only the memory stays like fog, and the passing time is that of the woman who has gone far away.
21. The road ahead is still very long. We are destined to wander, searching for our own paradise countless times, wanting to strand our souls. We are not afraid of the bumps and thorns, but we are not afraid of them. Know how far you are from your dream goal.
22. In the long years, we don’t know how many feelings have been quietly lost in our minds and slipped through our fingers. Life is not perfect, experiences pave the way for success, and wind and rain create resistance.
23. Friends, we are growing up and we can no longer miss the past. As the Russian poet Pushkin said: "And what has passed will become a kind nostalgia!" Friends! remember! Years are passing and we are growing!
24. The wind is gentle and the sun is beautiful, and there is a bit of glass floating in the sky. Looking at the light blue in the clouds, it seems as if thousands of years of sorrow have dissipated in an instant, and thousands of years of loneliness have been colored.
25. Thanks to the years, we can accompany each other and comfort each other when we are down. From now on, we know that there must be someone in this world, like a family member, who can not only endure hardships with you , and can sincerely share the joy with you.
26. Life is like this. It is inevitable that there will be pain and injury. No matter whether I have caught it or gone away, those things cannot leave me. Although some things cannot be looked back and some memories cannot be To sort out, some people can only be buried forever.
27. Some feelings slowly melt away over the years and are no longer unforgettable; some people slowly drift away from each other as they interact with each other, as if without a trace; some things slowly fade away over time. Calm down and never be tempted again.
28. We meet again in such a timeless time. The clouds hovering in my sky are so free and carefree. When the gradually drifting cold wind took away everything, everything refused to stay for me, and the echo of the heartbreak still told the sadness of leaving.
29. In the rolling world of mortals, time cannot retain our youthful years, nor our vicissitudes of life, but the only thing that can be retained is our best memories of those years.
30. We have lost the most innocent years, but in autumn we have gained the mature charm and vicissitudes of beauty that have gone through wind, frost, rain and snow. Not stunning, not flashy, not pretentious.
31. Time passes so fast that people are overwhelmed. They can only look at the days that once felt beautiful and try to recall the past days, but the capacity of memory is limited. No matter how much we recall, I can't recall even a trace. At this time, you left quietly again, leaving me feeling at a loss. How can I keep you?
32. In life, we gather together in a hurry and disperse in a hurry. Many feelings cannot bear the years; many people cannot bear the distance of the mountain. Life always follows the present. No matter how intoxicating the situation has been, in the end, what you cherish is still the present.
33. I once loved you. In those years, you were a beam of light in my dark world. Wherever you stood, that was the direction. I once blamed you. On the day we separated, I lost not only my lover, but also my only dream in those long years.
34. Every night when I lie in bed, fragments of the past will appear in my mind. Some are happy, some are painful, and some are sad. But whether it was happiness or pain, it became a beautiful memory at that time. It made me fall asleep with a smile every time. It was a happy feeling!
35. In my heart, the best memory is the third grade of junior high school. In that year, and only in that year, I understood what motherhood is, what maternal love is, and what happiness is.
36. Perhaps, the most beautiful time in the sky is not when the morning glow is red, but the vastness of the clear sky; perhaps, the most beautiful time in the sea is not when the waves are pouring out in a row, but when the water and sky are calm. Continuously profound; perhaps, the most beautiful flowers are not when the mountains are all red.
37. The years are long, the past is like the wind, countless ordinary days, such a past, countless seasons of reincarnation, over and over again, the years have carved countless wrinkles in my heart. Loneliness is like smoke, and I think of you in lonely days. You are like a warmth that warms the lonely fleeting years one after another.
38. The years awaken in the yellowed photos, how many annual rings have woven so many wrinkles, the hard work of starting a business, the labor of youthful life, you poured out all your treasures into me, which you have no one to share. But proud of the loneliness.
39. Memories are accumulated bit by bit, just like a script. Everyone is the protagonist in the story. The difference is that the life experiences of each protagonist are very different.
40. Youth flies by and tears shed on Bodhi. We are looking forward to the beauty of the future every day. We embrace the Zen mind to cross Cihang. The years like flowers and jade disappear without a trace like clouds and smoke in the blink of an eye. , tears fell one after another, saddened by your sadness and painful by your pain.
41. A person’s memory is like a city. Time corrodes all buildings and turns all high-rise buildings and roads into desert. If you don't move forward, you will be buried in the sand. So we burst into tears and looked back step by step, but we could only move forward.
42. In life, there are always many hurdles that need to be crossed. In the years, there are always many regrets that need to be made up for. In life, there are always many confusions that need to be understood. Some things may not be easy if you let them go gently. Some people, remember deeply, may not be happy. If there is some pain, just look away and it may not be an experience.
43. In these fleeting years, I have learned stubbornly not to look back at the past, or to recall those lost dreams, but you in my dreams can always evoke my dusty memories. Long thought.
44. If memory has a smell, it is the fragrance of camphor, sweet and steady, like clearly remembered music, sweet and melancholy, like forgotten sorrow.
45. I want to raise a glass to the bright moon and sing to the wine. What is my life like? The road of life is short and long, and the trivial matters in the world are helpless. Who can see through the world of mortals, who can control the world, and who can enjoy grudges and grudges. Why not go your own way freely and freely, no matter the ups and downs, no matter the wind and rain, the heroic feelings express the joys, sorrows and sorrows of life.
46. After passing through the years and life, I have many emotions and insights in my heart. Life is like a kaleidoscope, with joy, anger, sorrow, ups and downs, all dependent on each other. Maybe life is really unsatisfactory, but don't care too much. Life is like a dream. Time will not accommodate anyone. You must learn to take everything lightly.
47. In the lonely years, there are too many people who can't stop, and there are too many things that can't stop. There are only some sweet and bitter experiences, filled with the paleness of memory.
48. Looking back on the inconspicuous things in my childhood, although they are small, those memories are so touching, because only with these memories can I continue to make progress and pursue my pursuits. , Only in this way can we grow up. Childhood always reminds people of it. At that moment, those shots appear in front of your eyes in an instant.
49. Unforgettable, beautiful, and short three years, every plant, tree, tile, and stone on campus has not changed. However, we are leaving, and we can’t bear to leave them.
50. Time cannot be seen or touched. Just when you are not paying attention, it has quietly passed you by. Maybe you have waited, but what can you do? What? You still have to think about it. So we must cherish time and cherish time.
51. Walking through the years, traveling through time and space, the past is full of fragrance, and the beauty of encounters is full of brushstrokes. Following your breath, I wave the water-colored years, chant the waning sentiment, sing a song of alluring love, and dance. Prosperity, piled with true love, radiating true feelings in the gaze, devout prayers in the whispers, only wishes, smiling at the words, blooming in the king's heart.
52. Life is long, and the years are fleeting. There are always some people who come and go; there are always some people who are near and far away; there are always some feelings that are deeper and thicker; there are always some loves that are deep and deep. Heart, into the bones.
53. Remember, at that time, I was not afraid of anything. Now, I am afraid of everything. Remember, at that time, I always hoped for a prosperous time. Now, I just want to pass the time in an ordinary way. It seems that in just one thought, beauty grows old overnight.
54. Time flies and the years change. Looking back on the journey back, I have been happy, just because of a compliment from others; I have been disappointed, just because of a failed exam; I have also believed, just because of some. Inspiring words; I once doubted that it was just an unsatisfactory self-expression; I also hesitated and sighed, and I also worked hard to move forward.
55. With the siege of time, my steps become heavier and slower. Time seems to have forced me to a dead end and plunged me into despair. I can't save anything. I can only endure the pain and walk with difficulty. Move forward step by step.
56. Those things we thought we would never forget are forgotten by us in the process of remembering them year after year.
57. You who are determined to leave are so indifferent that you cannot see my regrets and my repentant heart.
There is no room for sadness. No matter how much I regret, I can't keep you or our earth-shaking love.
58. The lightness of the memory evokes the dawn of tomorrow, and the letter in the hand has been twisted until it is full of scars. The years have blurred the joys and sorrows of the past, and the carefree years have been stranded, turning into silent sorrow.
59. The years are like a young man, full of joy, and the years are like an elder, heavy and stagnant. It would be great to meet you in the season when the flowers are blooming on the road. It is a pity that I met you at the wrong time, in the sluggish time. Here, meeting is the joy of a flower blooming, but mixed with an atmosphere of sadness.
60. Fireworks and warmth. Putting your ten fingers together, Ting stood on the branches of the years and listened to the low call of the wind in the distance. Promise a time of deep love, smiles, peace and understanding.
61. The broken curtains hide countless longings, missing the happiness of a period of time, even behind the loneliness, smiling bitterly, letting tears fly in the chapters of memories, those years, finally Will still be beautiful.
62. See through, calm your mind, lock yourself in silence, bury yourself there, let the lights outside the window be feasting, the grass grow and the orioles fly, let your tired heart quietly rest in the flowing water, and give up The world is tiring.
63. There are many beautiful memories in this world. Good memories are like a string of purple wind chimes filled with blessings; good memories are like a blue bird whose wings are frozen by time; good memories are like a pure and meaningful lyrical prose poem; good memories are like a rippling mist. ?Emotional Eden.
64. If love is a poison that penetrates the intestines, I would rather it take away my life. I shouldn't feel sad when I touch the scene. Who can give me back my lost years?
65. Years are like songs, and time flies by. In the blink of an eye, classmates and friends who have shared weal and woe will say goodbye; the thought-provoking sounds of morning reading will disappear; and the amiable faces will disappear. It's going to become blurry.
66. Use you to listen to a piece of music, and use me to describe a moment of time. The gears of time throw away the mark of history. The time of meeting reflects the aging of the years.
67. Maybe you all remember that place where the fireworks were flying, and when the flowers bloomed on the other side, there were stories we left behind, our most innocent smiling faces, and our outdated Mood for Love. Even more of our lost time.
68. Memories are like heavy fog that has just fallen in the morning. It is still blurry as you walk forward, but it makes you want to keep going forward, hoping to see more clearly.
69. The years are heavy, and there are some affections that no longer need to be expressed. I think, I came here just to meet time and write a deep meaning. I use a brush with dewdrops, filled with the coolness of time, to lightly describe it. Meet and draw those beautiful pictures in life.
70. With one finger, the most beautiful story of the years is wasted into wordless silence, aloof temper, the fragrance of fallen plum blossoms, and tranquility alone in the ice and snow. Some thoughts are locked in the bottom of the abyss, without words or words, and I can only use the tip of my pen to describe the lonely mood of a lifetime!
71. I hope that the lush years exaggerated by time cannot take away my young and frivolous self, and I hope that the fingertips touched by the dust of the past cannot retain the wild thoughts in my heart, and then meet someone indifferently and say softly. , so you are here.
72. If the years are ignorant, they will not lose their integrity. The memory of seven seconds is the beauty of a flash in the pan. If the years are mediocre, they are also calm. A moment of longing is like a mirage. After countless experiences and endless realizations, we finally understand what we need in life.
73. The memory stirs the heart with the poetic strings, dragging the tired body and mind for a long time, and the long years are filled with a sense of loss and vicissitudes.
74. Life is full of white clouds, so many vicissitudes and tears float away; life is short, and all the sweat is shed, so many past events and memories are deposited.
75. Fireworks are so cold and turn into ashes in an instant. The satin is as cool as time. Hold your hand and hold a lifetime of happiness. You said, you love me to the point of madness, I am your fatal wound. It's a calamity or a fate, you can't tell.
76. Time has passed, and it has passed in a hurry. It went so without a trace, like dewdrops on a lotus leaf, the moment it fell into the water, so quickly and simply.
The sun and the moon fly by, youth, why do you erase my years and leave only a scar?
77. The sun shines far more brightly than the moon, but the sun can only fly alone, while the moon is accompanied by stars. Among all things in the world, the sun is actually the loneliest.
78. A finger on the strings stirs up the sad music score. Even if helplessness fills the heart with sorrow, time will not stop. Cherishing the beauty of encounter is the most beautiful chapter in the years.
79. I don’t want to talk at this moment, I just want to shed tears. Looking at those words and recalling the fragments of memories, at this moment, I seemed to hear the sound of my own heart breaking.
80. Collections can be items that you carry with you, or yellowed photos in an album, but the most beautiful collections cannot be recorded. It will turn into colorful pearls and will be remembered in my heart forever.
81. The years are silent, but you and I are gone. They are left to be separated from each other, looking at each other without words; only their faces are gradually haggard in the years; only their infatuated hearts are left in the vicissitudes of longing. As soon as a parting song comes up, I feel drunk and longing for no one to care for me; as soon as I think about lovesickness, my cheeks are filled with clear tears.
82. Time is like water, and time is like lotus. When you are alone, keep this touch of tranquility quietly, draw a stroke of the flowing time and space, and be located in a certain transition, holding the flowers in silence, quiet and unobtrusive The whirling sound, quietly rejoicing with the years. Smile, the world of mortals is like a painting, and I feel happy.
83. Live a little slower, let the years not pass by in a hurry, leave a cup of golden sunshine; let your gentle heart be gentler, smile to everyone, let us get together. longer.
84. Holding time in hand, walking through the years, flowers are still flowers, flowers are no longer flowers, and today’s flowers are not yesterday’s flowers. Life is like a play, one vigorous one, another one delicate and delicate; one drama after another continues to be performed; going through the vicissitudes of life, walking through the nine twists and turns, life is endless, never ends, never ends.
85. Memories seem to have been shocked by electricity. All time is reversed and the past is vividly remembered. Countless pictures flashed through in that moment, making you vaguely recall the scene at that time. Those things seemed to have happened. , and it’s like they never happened, they disappear in an instant, come back in an instant, and then disappear again.
86. Time flies, and the years go by. Looking back on the past, I am no longer a ignorant young man, and you are no longer an eye-catching picture. We are pressing the button of time together. The button, borrowing the road of time, leaps across the long-distanced scene, and in the moment of stagnation, we can jointly explain the indescribable sadness deep in the heart.
87. When I look back, if I can, I would like to spend all my most beautiful years and give it to you with all the warmth in my palm, just in exchange for turning back time and allowing me to return to my original sincerity.
88. If memory is a wandering cloud, then why do I keep chasing its footsteps? Could it be that the city is too noisy, which clouds the clear eyes; or, the melody of youth only leaves the traces of life burned at the end.
89. The sound of the cello is like a river. The left bank is the memory that I cannot forget, the right bank is my bright years worth holding on to, and what flows in the middle is my slight sentimentality year by year!
90. Your appearance in my life may not be accidental, but it may be the expectation that has been waiting for thousands of years, or it may be the unchanging promise on the three-life stone, just for a certain year and a certain month. One day, in the best years, I will meet and get to know you!
91. The years are clear and fleeting. Who is in my dream tonight? Whose dream am I in? In the depths of time, I am fishing for the warmth you once gave me. There are always some people who will fade out of memory, and some new people will come to my heart, and the cycle goes back and forth, coming and going.
92. Memory is our preservation of a beautiful life; memory is a part of our life; memory is the flower blooming in our life.
93. The train is so close to us and so far away from us. There seems to be expectations in the middle, and there is some time that is destined to be needed in life.
94. The night is whispering in the rain, and there is still a hint of mist in the early autumn moonlight. I miss the cool years when I was young and indifferent, why not cherish them.
95. In fact, every flower has its own life. When a flower withers, it is the end of its life, and its seeds are the continuation of its life, continuing to withstand wind, rain, and face another reincarnation in this world.
96. When you blend into the Milky Way, you will be in peace and light up the sky with the bright moon; when you submerge into the grass, you will smile and work together with the breeze to dye the earth green. In this way, we can treat life well and live up to our years.
97. While the years are still young, while the moonlight is still strong, call softly, my love, even if the dust has not settled, even if the hustle and bustle has not stopped, I just want to hold your hand and walk together in the world of mortals. !