Life is short, but it is infinite. How to treat the composition of life?

In everyone's life, there will be many passers-by They will be your classmates, friends, colleagues, even a netizen, a passer-by, a passenger talking on the train, a traffic policeman you have only met once, a vendor who has bought his things ~ ~ ~ On an autumn afternoon, you will occasionally think of him or her because of similar scenes. They more or less allow you to form a complex queue. ?

When you were a child, you were innocent and always thought that passers-by would stay in your life for a long time. Whether it is hazy feelings or pure friendship, I always think that what is in front of me is forever. I only know that what I have is the best, and the best is what I have. ?

I once thought that there would be passers-by to accompany me all my life, and I once vowed to cross time and space, but we can't grasp many things, and nothing in the world can cross the barrier of time. Life is a process, and travelers are part of it. In the middle of the night, the wind smells of them. Deep in my heart, I can still find them raising their hands and feet, as if they were close to you. I really want to ask: Are you okay?

No one can predict what traces every passerby will leave in his life, just as no one knows how many strangers will pass by tomorrow. A traveler is a traveler after all. ?

No matter who is a passer-by, he will always be the one destined to belong to you in the vast sea of people. Of course, I don't want you to believe in fate. I just want to say, please smile through every day of your life. After the storm, everyone is the same. One is gone, and the other is coming. In my life, someone always cares about me. Everyone who comes will accompany me through that journey?

Although it's not far?

But there is no shortage of color in that short journey?

I am very satisfied. I can't imagine the future?

Because I'm afraid I'm afraid they'll be passers-by all their lives?

And I also play a very humble role?

Gently. Gently?

Have you ever tried to write down my thoughts on the beach?

But being ruthlessly washed away by the waves, all you really pay is good memories?

Can't bear to be unwilling?

But that's life. I can't help it When the breeze is here, you can't breathe.

Know that you are far away from me?

When the street lamp stretches your figure and gradually disappears into the night, you realize that I am just a passer-by in your life?

I can't walk with you and play the music of my life?

So cherishing what I have is the only thing I have to do?

And inadvertently painted a beautiful scenery for each other's journey?

Fireworks bloom instantly, candles go out and a story is told. When only the remnants of fireworks are left in the sky and only the tears of candles are left on the table, everything has passed, whether it is short or long. Who can start all over again? ?

If you are destined to be a passer-by, why be sad? All good things must come to an end. We sing a song about wine. Our happy time, the moment when we bloom for each other, is enough. Beauty intoxicates us and makes us perfect. ?

Fireworks will disappear in an instant, and candles will be destroyed at the end of burning themselves. Flowers bloom and fall, spring goes to Qiu Lai, and everything goes round and round. When our intersection disappears and passers-by pass by, I believe everything will be reincarnated again. There will be many things that should happen, and things that should not happen will not happen again. I won't leave you if you want to leave. We are just passers-by. If you want to blossom, I won't stop you. I burned it for you. You must erase everything. I won't stop you. It's over. If everything has to be done all over again, please turn around and look me in the eye when you pass by. ?

There are countless passers-by in life, so you should be content to leave a back! Sometimes naive, always looking forward to lasting friendship, always asking them: will you remember me forever? When I was young, I never doubted their answers, but gradually I began to understand. If I can exist in the hearts of 10 people forever, I should thank them with my death! Ha ha laugh ...?

People are complex and simple! How many people can you know in your life? I'm afraid you can't count. Of course, there is a range of values. Only a few people will leave an eternal memory in your heart. How can you ask others to keep you in mind? ?

Alas, my thoughts in the morning are so sad. Just because of a chat yesterday, Tao is not complaining, but there are many helplessness in life, and these objective helplessness is to be mentioned and understood! ?

I began to wash my memories and wanted to know what the passers-by who left their backs in my heart looked like and what their stories were. In life, on the internet, familiar, strange and long-term companions met once, opened the photo album in their hearts, opened all the memories, laughed at themselves mercilessly and laughed too hastily. Passerby, how are you? Those who stay remember some happiness, some decadence, some silence, some naivety ... and those who don't even stay may have only one sentence, maybe only one smile, maybe only one look. ................？

Helpless truth, I have to admit; Helpless people, I want to understand! ?

That's it, whether it's passers-by, back, or traces. If you have it, you should be satisfied. Life is so hurried! ?

I began to be a passer-by and smile at my passer-by, .............?

Sitting alone in front of the windowsill, bored looking at the pedestrians coming and going outside. I suddenly remembered the long-lost poem "This year's flowers are better than last year's, but next year's flowers are better, so I know who I am with." When I look around again at this time tomorrow, the scenery is still pleasant but different. They have become a unique landscape consciously or unconsciously. There are no passers-by in our life. Childhood friends and former confidants, with the baptism of time, all withdrew from the once important stage in life and gradually faded away. I know that they will also be deposited in the long river of years and become a heavy or light memory. And I don't know some people who have appeared in the virtual network world. Yesterday, the head on the screen was still flashing, so moving, but now it is as motionless as a stone. Did I ever quit the world where you chatted? Become the fallen leaves of the four seasons in autumn. I'm still laughing today. Who knows if he will show up tomorrow, and if I will be a humble passer-by in his life. When I think of the same words, I really want to ask, will there be my little world in your memory of the world? Oh, it is really "the place where petals flow like tears". I quickly withdrew my staring eyes. ?

Tell yourself in your heart: let's go! Go your own way, since you are just a passer-by, you shouldn't be so nostalgic, should you?

I have gone far ... my feelings are declining ... why should I be remembered?

I am everyone's passerby, and everyone is my passerby. ?

I tried to find a place to live in the sky, but found that the sky was too full for me. ?

I tried to turn myself into a kite, but found that the kite was so light that I would only be an alternative there. I tried to be with her forever, only to find that we will always have our own world, and I will always be just a passer-by to her. ?

Since I am just a passer-by, what am I living for? ?

I think it's to make passers-by wonderful. ?

You are my passer-by and I am yours; He is my passer-by and I am his; Who is my passer-by and whose am I? ?

Many people come to this city for some reason every day. Or travel, or visit relatives and friends, or work, or take the wrong plane, miss the station, or just to meet the beloved girl/boy. Stay for a short time until there is no reason to stay, then pack your bags and turn around and leave. Many years later, no one will remember a certain day in a certain year, a certain month, who came, who stayed and who walked by. They are just passers-by in this city. You can number them as passers-by A, B, C, D ... Isn't this city actually their passerby? Many years later, they will not remember that they have been here, stayed and left, returned to their own places and continued their lives. ?

Every once in a while, some people come into my life for some reason. Or childhood playmates, or classmates, or partners, or go to the wrong door, dial the wrong number, or just accidentally bump into each other, smile and say sorry, and then leave. Some people stay in life for many years, some people stay for months, and some people only stay for a few seconds. Everything is fate, and every cause has an end. So, these people came one after another and left one after another. Many years later, although I have forgotten my name and blurred my appearance, I will still remember some people who stopped in my life one day, even though they are just passers-by. Of course, I'm a passer-by, too. Don't care about him?

Whether children remember me in past experiences and forget me in rivers and lakes is a good result. ?

If passers-by are used to interpret the meaning of life, what can I expect to walk through, but I hope to leave a mark?

I'm just a traveler

My arrival didn't bring her much happiness.

My departure ...?

I won't take any of his thoughts ...?

So I'm just a passer-by in his or her life ...

Watching her (him) leave ...?

Cross each other?

There is no way to keep anything.

Miss those people in your life who appear and disappear?

How is she (him)? ?

Passers-by, bon voyage ...?

The wind is quietly passing through the clouds, birds are gently passing by summer, and bees are flying lightly through the flowers. You are a passer-by in my life. ?

It is said that lonely people will not easily forget everyone they have passed through in their lives, because loneliness will make people involuntarily immersed in memories and make loneliness colorful. ?

Reality can make people give up many illusions helplessly, thus directly inducing themselves to seize the immediate hope, even if it is just a straw, just like walking into a forest. This is the cruelty of life! So, redraw the blueprint of life for the distant future. At that moment, love had lies and needs. ?

The street lights at dusk open your eyes. What did I see through and what did I hide? So I didn't leave you. You are just a passer-by. I had a good time.

A memory, blowing in the wind. I don't care what you say.

You are just a passer-by. I have a happy life. Tell you that the consequence of hypocrisy is to lose a true heart?

The grocery store on the corner is where I gave up. You don't know who you really are. Is it cool to slap in the face?

You are just a passer-by, and I have my happy moments; A memory, blowing in the wind. I don't care what you say.

Sugar sweetens water and salt makes it salty. Love is the same, it tastes like what you add. Ruthless years can turn a lively little girl into a charming semi-old Xu Niang, while cruel reality can carve a passionate ideal into an extremely decadent desire. When sincere, tired and quietly leave each other. At that moment, love had no weight, so light that she could hardly feel her existence. ?

We are passers-by There is nothing to keep.

Miss those people in your life who appear and disappear?

What happened to them? ?

At that moment, you became a passer-by in my life ?

Everyone is just a fragment interspersed in other people's lives, which doomed that you can only accompany others forever. You love your parents and wish them a long life, but if you are filial to them again, they will walk in front of you, and you can only accompany your parents for a journey; You like your children, and you are always ready to shelter them from the wind and rain with your body. However, no matter how tall you are, you will walk in front of them one day, and you can only accompany your children. You have a soul mate's lover, but he or she belongs to his or her parents in the first 20 years, and will be divided by children and fate in the next few decades, so you can accompany your lover for a ride; You value eternal friendship, but as a result, either your friend leaves you or you leave your friend, so you can only travel with your friend ...?

Someone once said that I was just a passer-by in her life?

Because you can only travel with one person, you should learn to cherish it. When they are hungry, your care should become a piece of bread; When they are cold, your care should become cotton-padded clothes; When they are happy, your smile should be the brightest; When they are sad, your comfort should be the most sincere ... Life has repeatedly proved that the night can be bright because of bonfires, but the ice and snow can't be warm because of the cold wind. ?

Because you can only go with others once, you should learn to give up. Your parents can only raise you. Don't expect them to be your crutches forever, which can support you all your life. Your other half has poured love into you, but his (her) life is not the collateral of love. You should give him (her) the necessary private space. Friends can warm you, but this brilliance should be open. You can't monopolize their friendship by force?

You are just a passer-by in my life, and you can only walk a long way with others, which means that what you give others is limited, so how can you ask others to pay infinitely? ?

People are just passers-by, staying for a long or short time, not for a lifetime. Few people died on the same day in the same year, so I have no luck to be a passer-by for your whole life. I am just a passer-by in your life. ?

Remember what should be remembered, forget what should be forgotten, change what can be changed, and accept what cannot be changed. ?

There are too many memories in life that we can't forget, and too many things that we want to remember but can't remember. What changes is often not ourselves or each other, but time is changing, every minute is changing, and time will change everything, including ourselves. ?

You can't forget what you want to remember, and you can never remember what you don't want to remember. It depends on people's ideas. ?

Every passer-by will leave a mark in your life, whether shallow or deep, with happiness or harm, some of which you can forget now, while others will take a lifetime to forget. The different marks of each passer-by constitute our life. ?

Fireworks bloom instantly, candles go out and a story is told. When only the remnants of fireworks are left in the sky and only the tears of candles are left on the table, everything has passed, whether it is short or long. Who can start all over again?