2, slowly open the dormant years of the past, the window wind chimes still ringing. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. We are not in the years of the embankment side of the frequent look back, but also not in the loss of time in the gloomy sad. We have walked through the once lush season, all the way forward, unwilling to stop.
3, now I started another long climb, on the road to remember the past, my brothers and sisters classmates and that unforgettable high school years. Never afraid of the journey alone, and never feel lonely, just that strong friendship makes me nostalgic from time to time.
4, the red dust and floating life don't mean, at hand the end of the world not to each other. A stack of paper, a thin pen, between the pen, dust and past events, scattered as clouds. Then the beautiful story can not withstand the flow of time; then deep emotion can not withstand the time of the plain, everything is because, everything is into the fate. The first time I looked back, you and I were no longer in the wind, snow and moon years.
5, the sun's light is far better than the moon, but the sun can only be alone in the sky, while the moon is accompanied by stars. In fact, the sun is the most lonely of all things in the world.
6, back to the naive and romantic, carefree childhood, back to the tree to pull out the birds, down the river to catch fish and shrimp, grass to catch crickets, wildflowers play between the bees and butterflies of the happy years.
7, that a ridiculous youth, there will be a day in the memory of the depths of the curtain, like the girl will eventually become Xu Niang, half of Xu Niang also regenerate under the girl, this is the biological law, can not be shaken, and will certainly become a reality. And the most barbaric and primitive biological laws, but often overriding all social laws of things.
8, the past is like the river reflected by the setting sun, I pick the flash of treasure in the heart, I pick the beautiful picture of you treasure in the heart of the most beautiful place.
9. I nourish myself with memories of the past, looking for sustenance in my body. I have developed the habit of looking at myself, and my feelings and memories of suffering are no longer strong. I have discovered from my own experience that the source of true happiness is in ourselves, and that no one else can bring a man to true misery if he is good at the pursuit of happiness himself.
10, the melody is still the same, the mood has been far away. In vain, a wisp of sadness, scattered in the eyes of the once. Taunt debris, pick up memories about you. In the dream as familiar, low, chanting. A touch of sunshine, as always.
11, disappointed to see the achievements - memories of the achievements created, but if it is the future of the past, can not go back will not think, looking forward to the abandonment of the memories of new memories.
12, when the days become photos when the photos become memories, we became back-to-back walking passers-by, along different directions, stubbornly step by step away, never go back to the road.
13, time is the dream of a soft song, with the depth of the past, shuttling in the prosperous over the sea of the heart, out of the river of tears. The sound of the silent night, is the sadness of the heartbreak, we always remember from time to time, the memories of the past, live; as if never really live for themselves for a while, has been learning to take care of others, but forgot to heartache themselves, has been working hard to fight, but more and more away from their own dreams farther and farther.
14, miss youth miss together in the mountains, gullies and streams play in the past. Nostalgia for the group and their own size, the same mischievous, the same competitive, the same happy and angry playmates. In the ups and downs of life on the road, you all go smoothly? Although then there will be occasional anger, occasional quarrels, but turn around, is still the most rosy smile, is still the most intimate friends.
15, summer flow, through the cycle of time and space quietly waiting, a look off the west building, lonely sandbar cold taste. July is not yet over, I'm here waiting for you to come back, don't forget that I'm waiting for you to go to the loving appointment.
16, when the flow of the years and the cycle of time are not traceable, you look back, you will find that there is the same thing hidden behind the long drama of time. This folding back is: childhood.
17, we have missed how many important times, forget to accompany them. Recalling the once little and little, how many times had wasted their love, only focusing on their so-called those pursuits. But, no matter how you are, they are the one who will always support you.
18, every night lying in bed in the brain will emerge in the past fragments, there are happy and painful, there are also sad. But whether it is happy or painful at that time have become a good memory, every time I fall asleep with a smile, that is the feeling of happiness!
19, the best thing, nothing better than the flow of time after the flow of the past, you cherish the old people and old things and even the old time feeling are still there; to be able to lasting things must have weight, must withstand the time repeatedly scrubbed and scrubbed. In the turbulent life around and around, accompanied by the side is always that a few people, buried in the heart or the original thoughts, is a rare blessing.
20, I want to see the warmest sunshine and the most powerful smile, I want to listen to Cherry Maruko and Doraemon towards a better tomorrow.
21, accept or not, sometimes we do not have a choice, the beginning of the memories are not missed. No matter when, as long as you know how to cherish will not be defeated. Turned into black and white, and finally gradually settled down the picture became vivid and rich in lingering all this is memorable.
22, looking back at that simple ignorance, now is so precious. The more you know, the more you feel small, the more you walk alone.
23, the world's flashy life, eerily forgetting a season. The empty memories, the silence to upset the entanglement. The smile is missing, lonesome thousands. Withered lonesome branches and leaves, we wait for the other side of the time interlaced. Not just like this full of yellow. The land is silent, leaving the life to love, complete the course of life.
24, some can not arrive at the harbor, can only let it in the word ink flood. The word "send word" can be regardless of the level, can be with the fate. Text, such as a past event, can be in that year, that month, that day in the quiet beauty, unchanged.
25, tonight, step broken moonlight, let the past fly, sprinkled in every string, touching the sound of the voice as a complaint. Soft broken thoughts in the arms, diffuse in the night, turned into a sound of low call, lingering flow into a thin sadness, hidden in the corner of the night, fell into the arms of the light sadness, sprinkled fall silence.
26, memories are a pot of tea, a pot of emotionally charged water cut dissolved tea: rolling ups and downs, and then cool and quiet, like the ups and downs of ecstasy and sadness of the life of the end of the "all things to see open, get vector with fate," the bland Chia Jiemei.
27, life is like a high-speed train, the first love as the roadside beautiful scenery. We can sit in the car quietly appreciate it, but can not jump out of the car to linger. After all, the terminal is.
28, forget that person, as well as forget yourself, tell yourself, not for fear that he forgets, but for fear that he will one day reminiscent of you. The years take away the memory, but the memories will become clearer and clearer. Really one day, he came back to tell you, he has been thinking of you, do not believe, because, he is not the original him, and you, too, is no longer the past you.
29, it seems that we are always very easy to ignore the life of the moment, ignoring many good times. And when all the time in the failed to be wasted, to be able to carry out a certain section from memory, patting the dust deposited above, sigh it is the best.
30, life, white clouds, drift away from the matter of how many vicissitudes and tears; life is short, sweat, precipitation is how many past events and memories.
31, I know, no one can always live in the memories, although the memories are so beautiful, but memories, is the kind of pain. In fact, they also understand that memories are like a TV show, you watch it play, you sometimes laugh, sometimes cry. However, when you are reminiscing, you are no longer the protagonist in it.
32, about your memories, I just occasionally to remember, occasionally to think of, occasionally will be in no one's corner secretly miss, secretly to miss, I know that you are happy when you like to gush, know that you are not happy will be frowning, know your favorite songs, favorite dishes.
33, once thought, was covered by the years of past events, will be the wind of the flow of years mercilessly blown away. The moment I look back, I suddenly realized that some people once into the heart has been a sea of change. In the corner of time, once remembered, as if the dragonfly broke the quiet lake, ripples.
34, years like a song, time like passing, in the blink of an eye, the same sweet **** bitter classmates, friends will have to say goodbye; intriguing sound of the morning reading will disappear; amiable face will gradually blurred.
35, youthful time, hurry out of the blue. Have not had time to squander, will have run to the far side. Youth time, always want to frame it as an image. Any years of mottled, still clear in the heart of the storage. Nostalgia for youth, those simple troubles and happiness. Still in the heart of the breeding potential growth, into the memory of the most precious sustenance.
36, those fading away from the simple days of youth, you can see the back of the longer and longer dragged at the time of their own, that is, the time and mood of the distant past.
37, loneliness is a helpless choice, lonely because did not find a suitable peer, lonely is to lonely behind the relief. The process of loneliness is a process of seeking true love.
38, the plain past will always fade memories, suffering and torture is always difficult to forget. We are always in a hurry, let the years pass, forget to experience the mood at that time. A long time ago, we are in the frustration, ignorant, do not know the way forward. It is only a long, long time later that we realize what a precious once was. Although sorrowful at the time, but let today we grow in the footsteps of ease.
39, because all faded into memories, time is so do not pass, such as sand from the hands of the seam flow away, never to return. Memory fragments also become hazy, like a dream. Those who have faded and will fade, no matter how we forget, in the loneliness will still be lonely, sadness will still be sad.
40, memories of the countless times in the fermentation of swelling into a bitter, this bitter drops wearing gentle, hibernating in the back of each long night, awakening the hidden pain, into the rain outside the sky sprinkled! A drop of tears, a burst of rain condensed into a lookout, panicked and flowing!
41, some memories were burned away, some memories were buried in the bottom of the heart, the age of innocence as running water across the golden age.
42, memories are "tearful eyes ask flowers do not speak, chaotic red fly over the swing to go" of the tears of frustration; memories are "waking up tonight, where the wind and the moon on the willow bank" of the poignant drunken song.
43, I'm waiting for you, because I do not want to escape my heart; I'm waiting for you, because I can not let go of you; I'm waiting for you, because there are our memories; I'm waiting for you, because I believe that you did not lie to me; I'm waiting for you, and so on, until you have a she around.
44, past events, in the bottom of the heart Brahma. Suddenly found that there are always some meet, let us have no way to escape. There is always something to know, so that we can not bear to hurt. There are always some favorites, so that we have no regrets. I cried, in the bottom of the heart planted a hedge of precious, to be let down by our deep love to say sorry. Forgive me, I can not accompany you to sit in the rocking chair slowly grow old!
45, looking back, in the past years, they are always peeping at you in youth, until the end did not have the courage to approach you.
46, time is like a torrent of endless streams, never to return, even we have not had time to read and review, it has rolled away, leaving us only endless nostalgia and a sigh of relief.
47, the past is used to recall; happiness is used to feel; pain is used to grow. Youth is a book is too hasty, we are always with ignorance, with expectations, with tears, accompanied by confusion, read a page and a page. Until the Shaohua far away, only to realize that the road has gone can not be turned back, missed the scenery has been irretrievable.
48, who has walked from whose youth, leaving behind a smile, who has stayed in whose flower season, warm missed, who has disappeared from whose rainy season, flooded with tears.
49, everyone, there will be such strange friends, let people cry and laugh, love more than. They will be because they miss you, for you to run three thousand miles at night; and you, because you want to see them early, back to welcome a thousand miles.
50, time passed, good memories such as green sand generally slipped away from the fingers. I release the smile, the past hurt, really can forget? Looking up at the sky, tears slipped silently, although there is still a smile on the face that has not been wiped away. The light of the setting sun shines on the face, and there is a trace of warmth, that is the only bit of happiness that remains in the heart.
51, no matter where you go, you should remember that memories are a road without end, all the past spring no longer exists, even the most tough and wild love, in the final analysis, but also the fleeting reality.
52, a dream curtain rain, startled how much of the old city past, the edge of the end, no need to retain, retained only endless melancholy. The reason for this is the fact that the people who have been in the business for a long time have not been able to get a good deal of money from the government. The reason for this is the chance in life, the flowers bloom before the flowers fall, there are scattered in order to have a gathering.
53, melted into the Milky Way, and the moon as a companion to illuminate the sky; did not enter the mangled, smiled with the wind and color green earth. This is the only way to treat life well and live up to its name.
54, memory is like water poured in the palm, no matter you are spread out or hold on to it, it will still flow cleanly from the cracks of the fingers.
55, memories are like a movie playing, a scene in front of the eyes out of the magic. Memories are like a tour of the exhibition, a painting is not yet finished did not catch through, and another picture into the eyes.
56, listening to their own mood, quiet memories, when so beautiful, but now is a piece of vicissitudes. The mood is like the sky, sometimes clear, sometimes cloudy, and sometimes rainy.
57, just a lot of past events, recall, not only a pain, more feel is a childish and uninteresting, time flies, time and time again, how many beautiful brocade years, you and I wasted, those lonesome and helpless in the old days, look back, let us, began to regret that once those, we wasted time.
58, has been too much to miss, not too wide a finger seam, just look back at the past like water years. It has been a nostalgic overlap, not too many stories, just suddenly trivial has become a set. It has been waiting for you to come, not that you are too slow, just suddenly realized that I have been half drunk and half upside down.
59, all the way, memories stretch endlessly, such as the years of flowers, fondness deep. Accompanied by the edge of the extended love, can be warm soul, can pour a world of tenderness and perseverance not to give up, in a touch of white in the flow of the year into the deep meaning of thick feelings, Mo lost, Mo forget.
60, in the life and the world of the torrent, he will inevitably be like the early winter from the tree down the last piece of dead leaves, in the west wind in a lonely aimless fluttering.
61, years like water, can not see through the red dust in the mirror water and moon; past events like smoke, can not be swept away is the age of the past; to be the end of the prosperity, only remaining memories.
62, turned over those cool title page, looking back, feel once years is an empty. But, I don't want to let go, but time is mercilessly loosened my hand.
63, we have said words, done things, walked the road, met people, every now, are our memories later. There is no need to reminisce about yesterday, no need to hope for tomorrow, as long as the seriousness of each today. Say what you can say, do what you can do, walk the road you should walk, see the people you want to see. Down-to-earth, not indifferent, not wasted, with or without fate, everything with fate, keep a good mood, even if the heart is broken, but also to have the most beautiful posture.
64, there will be memories of life. You can not resist, and nowhere to escape. You are the people in the world, memories are your shadow. Worth remembering is always memorable and unforgettable, once touched. No matter bitter, no matter sweet, no matter happy, no matter sad.
65, those people I know almost nothing about, but whenever I or dull or bored or sad or confused or lonely or happy or proud, I will think of them, just because they are in my mind's illusion.
66, we often say a Zen poem, when diligently brushing, do not make the dust, life is a journey, but not the same as struggling in the trouble, life is destined to meet the demoralization, but do not because of the stubbornness of the ego and life out of place, no matter how many ups and downs of the past in the heart, the life must be faced with a brand new forward and start, and more than with the face of a worry to continue to friction with the trouble! The awakening of the heartland is what makes life possible.
67, a few years later, found that countless feelings do not tear themselves apart, never complete, there is no need to tear, I began to miss, that tear your letter and photos of the rainy night, I envy myself at that time, there is complete happiness can be torn.
68, we have to recognize the greatness of memories, in that an empty spiritual world, memories, can easily let people out of loneliness, out of despair.
69, can't bear to see you, but the road is still to go on, there may be a more beautiful scenery in front. Dry tears, I walk my way, if you had been so worthy of love, I will always miss you, thank you for accompanying me on a journey. If you don't deserve it, I will shake you off as if I never knew you, you are the most stupid mistake I made in my youthful ignorance.
70, memories of a scene, such as dyeing green spring rain in the quiet night spread, wash away a tired, put down all the troublesome chores, just want to quietly let the thoughts reenactment, the mind of the fleur-de-lys v. the brush strokes.
71, I miss the wordless touched, I miss the absolute blazing, I miss you are very excited, begging for my forgiveness hold me all the pain. I remember you in the back, but also remember that I trembled, remember the feeling raging the most beautiful fireworks, the longest embrace, who love too free, who went too far over the head, who want to go away from my heart, who forgot that is the promise.
72, turn over the book, lift the pen, write down today's heart, when the secret is no longer a secret, the words are not words, standing in place, only memories, the rest is just that.
73, the fish and the bear's paw can't have it both ways, there must be loss. But since the past is not as bad as smoke, we recall still vividly, still surging, can only show that we have a wonderful unrepentant not ever wasted youth, and it is this youth that let us in the back towards the past, face the future when more power, more confident, of course, more points of warmth of the chest of the power.
74, believe that you are still here from never leave, my love like an angel to guard you, if you know here, from now on no I will find an angel to love you for me!
75, with the siege of time, my pace is more and more heavy and slow, time as if I forced me into a dead end, so that I fell into the Jedi, I am powerless to salvage something, only to endure the pain, step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step.
76, everyone misses the childishness. Childhood is not an age, but a realm. Keeping a child's heart, do people will be simple and transparent, treat people with sincerity, indifferent to fame and fortune, without distractions, enjoy their lives, live freely. Keeping a child's heart, sleeping is sweet, waking up is a smile, happy every day.
77, turn a page of the book, taste a cup of tea, want to the raging past, in the murmur of the birds, the rain lingering, so that the heart returned to calm, however, those impenetrable past, but y entrenched in the bottom of the heart of a corner. The first time I saw this, it was a very good thing that I was able to see it.
78, memories like the morning just under the fog, walking forward can still be blurred, but let you want to continue to go forward, hope to see more clearly.
79, in fact, sometimes, walking through the road, do not look back to see is not aware of my previous step to go right or wrong, sometimes do not miss is not know cherish.
80, there are many people, you thought you could forget. In fact, no. They have been in a corner of your heart. Until the end of your life. At the end you will miss the light in the darkness in every corner, because they make up your memories and feelings. But you can no longer embrace them. You can only realize at the end that the road is a process of nostalgic loss.
81, memories are a column of sandalwood. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it. That curling misty, dancing with the wind is like a dream like a fantasy indeed smoke, but also gradually far away from the passing of the years, incense, smoke disappearance, gray fly out, dream soul incense.
82, life is the most terrible calm and boredom, and those who have your pleasant memories, so that my life is no longer monotonous. In this city of self-care life, a late winter snow evoked my thoughts of you. I don't think we'll ever be as irreplaceable as we used to be. We will never be like before, so hard to love, until the injury left.
83, those vivid marks of the flow of years, always with the breath of then asleep, even if the occasional sigh to wake up, is still the original mood. The past, has followed the time away, traces but always stayed in place, do not argue, with the season glory and blossom.
84, dreaming of a thousand years of Song Dynasty, Phoenix Pond song and dance, the ancient city to see the present day, the style is still the same; brush the sleeves of jinjiao iron horse, walking willow embankment, the old imperial capital of the spring breeze, the prosperity of the reappearance.
85, the years have no words, the past as in the past. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services you need! Remember, the color of the flowers bloomed at that time, no intentionally, but as if reunited. I believe that you are destined to bloom in my life, although brief, but has been brimming with memories of my life.
86, those in the beautiful legend of the crystal gesture stretch of youth emotions, and finally will be separated from the sealing of the gag as the end, or, as cast the wrong address of the letter paper, fell in a deserted place, and each recorded sentence, with a warm and beautiful intention.
87, the day at the foot of the foot, the foot step out of the sound of calm. Finally, we grew up without realizing it. Later, in the mirror one morning, see the smile, familiar and strange smile. Images of childhood are precious, looking back at the old days, in fragile and crystalline glass cabinets, not out of place. The new era of life replaces the memories, fills the gaps in the mind, and makes the ideals stupid.
88, people are divided into two kinds, one kind of people have a past, another kind of people do not have a past. The people who have the past love life, the passage of time is unparalleled deplorable, and therefore with a special kind of love, all the things they have experienced in the heart of the barn. No past people do not care about the passage of time, this numbness makes him despise all things, where all the experience is like a cloud of smoke, with the wind, nothing to stay.
89, wine-like thoughts, a drink on the drunk, drunk with all the enthusiasm to read this sad moon. So, the moon is drunk, the night is drunk, I am also drunk.
90, if. All the wounds can be healed. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. All of the true heart is able to change the true intention. If. All of the beliefs are able to adhere to. If only. All emotions can be perfected. If only. We can still meet in a certain city. A simple smile. Slight happiness. Embrace with abandon. It would be so nice. But really just if.
91, how many times and how many times, memories of life into a circle, and we turned in place countless times, can not be relieved. Always hope to return to the initial acquaintance of the location, if you can choose again, can love more simple.
92, the youthful years is often the life of the most memorable years. May not be all dense shade, distant mountains containing green gold dust memory; perhaps a wish to see the clouds in the strict teacher's study dashed, perhaps a dusk date in the residual lotus listening to the rain side of the empty, after decades of frost on the temples to think back, the heart of the dusty chagrin in an instant to the warmth of the Ran floating cover off.
93, people only in the lonely time will let the thoughts flood, the yellowed past read and read. Nostalgia is a kind of lonely elegance, will be low to the dust is not necessarily a compromise on life.
94, once had do not forget. I can't get more to cherish. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. The first thing you need to do is to get rid of all the things you've lost, and you'll be able to do that.
95, because I met you, I know I can also have beautiful memories. So, no matter how you treat me, I will forgive your hate with all my heart and remember your goodness with all my heart.
96, memories are a column of sandalwood. Carelessly lit, noiselessly lit piggyback. That curling misty with the wind dance is like a dream like a fantasy indeed smoke, but also gradually far away from the passing of the years, incense, smoke disappearance, gray fly out, dream soul incense.
97, don't let others wandering footsteps trampled on your tomorrow's beautiful dream, the world does not have a feast. Perhaps this earth is really only hazy is true.
98, this life, how many past events into the story, how many memories into memories, to experience how the gathering and dispersal, to be able to read the meaning of fate, is to cherish. Who is the pain on your heart, who is the love you can not forget, who is the dream you can not wake up.
99, looking up is spring, looking down is fall. Some words become memories when they are spoken, and some landscapes become poems and paintings when they are looked at. Our companion, is no exception. Walking, walking into the warmest part of life, inseparable. We have been walking with each other for a long time, and we have been walking with each other for a long time.
100, unforgettable, beautiful, short three years, the campus of a grass, a tree, a tile and a stone have not changed, but we have to go, we can not afford to leave them.
101, the hourglass of time in a little bit of quiet flow, the traces of the years in a painting a fine depiction. And beautiful memories often bring me a lot of warmth and touch.