2. I put down the pen, gently closed my diary, the whole year so in an afternoon I gently closed, the end.
3. Time is like a beautiful girl, in the low-eyebrow smile, will be some people, some things, separated to the opposite side of the light of day, when the spirit of the wind and hair of us, has long been the age of coloring the wind.
4. Time flies, years like water, far away from the dusty past is worth savoring, lost youth is still worth remembering, walked the road, leaving the imprint of the times, contains the footprints of growth.
5. Those things that we thought we would never forget are forgotten in the process of us not forgetting year after year.
6. The days of my childhood, when I chased and laughed, have flowed like clouds and water in the journey of my life.
7. Time is invisible and can not be touched, just when you do not pay attention, it has quietly and you pass by, maybe you wait, but what can you do? You still have to think about it. So we have to cherish the time, love the time.
8. Time is always quietly along with us slowly grow old, steal our youth, until we no longer have the strength to lament when he will stop, seemingly laughing at your grief to another world, or peace.
9. Time, passing; years, precipitation, a turn is a story of time, I believe that time can witness everything.
10. Days living in a busy life want to keep you, but do not know what they are doing. You still walk pull, without a hint of hesitation. The second hand goes on little by little, a week passes, a month passes, a year passes! I seem to have done nothing! Only helpless = ground sighing. Looking out the window at the falling drizzle, trying to get a hint of comfort.
11. Once young, embracing the sunshine; once hard work, chasing dreams; once bumpy, like a lost sheep.
12. At the beginning and end of life, sorrow and joy and quarrels and good cold war sweet, are your story. Support each other to interpret the true love, the original lifetime is also fast to white horse a pass.
13. Years awakened in the yellowed photographs, how many years weaved how many wrinkles, the hardships of entrepreneurship struggle of youth life of labor, you as a number of family treasures and pouring out to me, that is, you have no one to share the loneliness but proud.
14. In one of the thousands of days, what can I really do? I'm afraid it's only a matter of hurrying through the days. The past days like a thin fog, blown away by the wind, by the rain damp, that youth has left me what traces it? The years of wiping marks it.
15. My days page by page, turn the eye, by the winter a flip to the summer, clothes by the complicated into simple, shoes by the warm into the cool, and my consciousness is still sinking. Always searching for suitable reasons for my behavior, in order to defend the helpless necessity of my wasted time. Not bothering to ask for any understanding from others, just so that another me with a conscience living in the same body could get rid of the guilt and keep on wasting away. I was wasting time, cutting off my own life with my own hands. Just how does a person born as a human being survive? I was always searching for answers, tossing and turning without direction in a world of negativity and exhaustion.
16. A journey of smoke and rain, full of dust and wind, years of finger snap. We have been in the wind no longer, the wheel of the year carved on the eyebrows, the vicissitudes of the face written all over the face.
17. Passing years, passing myths, these Xu is the earth is God's will, the gentle universe, I this small planet and how? Only in the passing of waiting for a new miracle.
18. Years of the haggard face, less tender at that time, more a point of perseverance. I don't know when, the heart more than a fountain of sadness, constantly irrigating the dry memory, full of the past joys and sorrows.
19. Year after year, a few precipitation, a few feelings, a few warm, a few cool, are inadvertently, some people, some things are inadvertently ... into the habit ...
20. The torrent of years, rolled away the youth, rolled away the youth, the rest is just a carved by the years The deep marks of the scarred body, and a heart of the vicissitudes of life.
21. That period of time, no matter from what angle to read you, you are perfect, you are missing part, has long been my imagination with the brush to fill.
22. The years are merciless, he will not wait for you to stop the footsteps. The years are real, he is persistent when you are persistent, he is still persistent when you are trapped.
23. I think I will also set up a fishing rod, fishing alone on the side of the story of the years.
24. Time is the same for everyone, are very important. There is no more or less, you waste it is the same as wasting their own great years, lost the existing youth, lost the current look, lost the current talent, lost the current want to do but did not do things. It is often said that writing requires inspiration. Yes, inspiration is indeed important, but what is the so-called inspiration? You have to think about it step by step.
25. helpless, the years change, true love is difficult to stay, melancholy is still the same, the sea, the trajectory of life is difficult to measure, can only be blended into a cup of wine of the years, in the late night alone, taste.
26. Looking back at the past years, we run in the journey of life, floating in the years on the river, some past events, some occasional encounter, will always be haunting the mind, stumbling steps forward.
27. Time passes inadvertently, turn over the old notes, the words are full of deep meaning interlaced. As if back to that once experienced the wind and rain, bumps and bruises in the old memories remain, just a few points less melancholy, a few points of prosperity, a few more points of vicissitudes.
28. My days page by page, turn the eye, by the winter a flip to the summer, clothes by the complicated into simple, shoes by the warm into the cool, and my consciousness is still sinking. Always searching for suitable reasons for my behavior, in order to defend the helpless necessity of my wasted time. Not bothering to ask for any understanding from others, just so that another me with a conscience living in the same body could get rid of the guilt and keep on wasting away. I was wasting time, cutting off my own life with my own hands. Just how does a person born as a human being survive? I was always searching for answers, tossing and turning without direction in a world of negativity and exhaustion.
29. The hourglass of time slowly the future a little bit of wind erosion into memories, wait until the time of the wind and candles, only full of memory of the ocean of water, until the hands of the loss of exhaustion, waiting to fall into the endless darkness.
30. Moment is invisible and can not be touched, when you do not pay attention to, it has quietly and you pass by, maybe you wait, but what can you do? You still have to think. So we have to cherish moments and love them.
31. The flow of light is easy to throw people away, red cherries, green bananas. (Song) Jiang Jie's "A Cut of Plum"
32. Days are always like fine sand flowing through the fingertips, slipping away unnoticed. Those days of sorrow and sadness, in the water under the cleansing with the waves gently passed away, while leaving the joy and smile in the memory of the depths of the everlasting new.
33. Moments pass too quickly, so that people do not know what to do, had to look at that previously felt perfect daze, and excited to recall the previous days, but the capacity of memory is limited, and then how to recall, but also can not think of a trace. At this time, you and quietly away, let me feel bewildered, how can I keep you?
34. Be sure to remember that we learn the moment is limited. Moments are limited, not only because life is short, but also because of the diversity of people. We should strive to use all our moments to do the most good.
35. 30 fame and dust and soil, 8,000 miles of clouds and the moon. I will not wait to be idle, but I will be empty of sorrow when I have wasted my youthful head. (Song) Yue Fei "Full River Red"
36. The passage of years, those former past, whether it still remember it, today's sadness and the road traveled, feelings and career under the impact, will fade with the years, the scroll of time due to the years and become fuzzy, can not withstand the test of the moment.
37. In the blink of an eye, a year of long years has been as the sand grasped tightly in the hand, silent loss. However, the loss of sand, can again grasp a hand; flowers withered, can wait for the coming spring to bloom again; childhood passes, but can never turn back to come back.
38. Sporadic moments, if utilized with agility, can become complete moments. The so-called "accumulation of soil into a mountain" is also, lose a day is very easy, want to get back has no way.
39. I suddenly found myself so lost, in this complex city, completely lost direction. The mind surfaced those on the dust and far away. The familiar faces and smiling faces of the images across time and space. It became clearer and clearer. When the first ray of sunlight in the morning flashed across the eyes, everything is like floating clouds, once again the wind passed away, a flower and a world.
40. has been in the waste of time, pale days repeat day by day. Watching movies, chatting, sleeping, even novels are thrown in the corner. It's been a long time since I've used my cell phone to text or call a friend, and their faces are gradually blurring into my oblivion....... I can't remember how long it's been since I've been able to enjoy a full morning or a full dusk. Most mornings, I'm still asleep in a dead dream, and most twilights, I'm soaking in the stagnant water woven by the Internet.
1. A lot of things that we thought we would never forget in our lifetime are forgotten in the very days that we can't stop thinking about them.
2. Childhood, naive me, or so reckless, do not understand at all, like a carefree bird. Now, grown up, unlike once, at this time, I just realized, but time has passed, like a drop of water on the tip of a needle into the sea, my youth stay in time, a shake nothing. I can't help but weep.
3. Time flows away, even if you how to catch up with his footsteps, he has been relentless, and will abandon you in the cycle of the years. Walked through the spring and summer, stepped into the fall and winter, you said life is nearly over, yellow earth in the counting of the days. People are old, memories invade silently, whisking through a cool wind, itchy, disturbing the calm sea of the heart, the memory will be unstoppable spread to go.
4. The years, staged a prosperous own, leaving a line of life marks in the world. I believe that people who have experienced the years, there will be a calm, a calm; a calm; a calm.
5. Time passes, never stop; everything is renewed, and we are growing. The years are so fair, never give more than one second, on the contrary will not give anyone less than one second. Everyone will be by the passage of time and experience the most important transition in life, such as: from childish to mature, from impulsive to calm, there is innocence to the heart of the prudent.
6. It is too late to erase the sadness of autumn, the lonely snowflakes are patting my bleakness again. Perhaps the years are too hasty, decades of time like an arrow, the moment will become the past. It's too late to say goodbye, can't think back, the road to the past is long, the future of the road is vast ......
7. Always try to make myself stay in the hearts of others, sorry years of ruthlessness, the past is like the wind, I'm no more than a corn in the mulberry outlet store, and then how to work hard can't be defeated by the life of the tiny, can't escape from the fate of the passers-by.
8. Regarding the years, there are always too many sorrows that do not want to speak out, the years are easy to pass, nothing can stay. Butterflies do not hate the sea far away, a thousand years after the painting on the fly. A tree, a tree face old, snow disappears when the flowers and back. I hope that the good scenery is always there, the years are quiet, the end of the world people with the same dream of the year people.
9. The obsessive life in front of the Buddha sitting in the lotus touch, rhythmic love thoughts light up the heart of the endless candlelight. Through the snowflakes, I feel the echo of the warm and humid airflow, perhaps beautiful flowers are just ahead! Let the primitive passion swell, with the language of poetry to brighten the other side of the joyful face, drunken state of beauty, in the corner of the years, quietly bloom!
10. Friends, we are growing up and can no longer be nostalgic for the past. As the Russian poet Pushkin said, "And that which is past becomes affectionately nostalgic!" Friends! Remember! The years are passing and we are growing!