Memories of youth talk about mood.

In the sky, watching people who love each other. However, after living far apart, we became strangers, or together, our passion stopped. Is this the most familiar stranger? The cycle of time finally settled in the stormy season. Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog, and all memories are so pale and powerless in sad youth.

Memories of youth talk about mood.

First, when I really heard that Jiali was getting married, I was very excited, mixed with a sour feeling. My youth is only memorable in college, and Kerry is the feeling of one of the few people who can go further than friendship in front of them. Seeing the wedding photos, the groom is very handsome and she is also very beautiful. The two of them get along well. I think from the bottom of my heart that they will be happy forever. In the future, she will be someone else's Mrs. Ma. Be happy. I used to be the ideal type.

Second, I accidentally entered my space and read the news for so many years. They are full of youthful memories, but there is no income. . .

Fourth, it is difficult to calm down for a long time. Time has stuffed too many new emotions into life. When I grow up, I seem to leave only an empty shell. What remains in my memory is the taste of childhood candy, the throbbing and recklessness of youth.

5. When I was young, Takashi Kashiwabara and Eber always felt that Eber gave me a familiar feeling. It turned out to be a person in Memories of Youth, alas, his age was exposed ~

6. I want to say that it doesn't matter. Why do you want to make my youth memories into TV dramas? Isn't this ruining the novel? "Long Riyi, you are dead" and the previous "Don't kiss me, Master Devil" are all memories of youth. They feel ruined and have been adapted and deformed.

Seven, passionate youth, unforgettable memories until the end of the world.

Eight, eldest brother's youth, all in my memory.

Nine, the most unforgettable thing for those young people are those deadly exams ..... I can't help but spit when I think about it.

I miss our youth. Yesterday took root in my memory.

Let me hear you for the last time, from south to north. In this way, the memory of Anheqiao's youth flashed by without results. I know this world/there are too many regrets every day/so hello, goodbye.

Twelve, in the soil of youth, only memory is wet. We are not plants, and we can't live endlessly in this land. When we look back on our youth, there seems to be an unspeakable pain. Many people ask me whether the farewell of youth means the approaching of old age. In fact, youth has been going on.

Thirteen, the memory of youth, the lost years. Footprints, when I woke up. Everything was empty in a blink of an eye. What's left is just scattered fragments left in my heart. Become an indelible memory in this life.

Fourteen, if one day, a person, a person to go. Those endless thoughts and cares are like mushrooms after rain. In retrospect, I can't find any memory. The wind blows up dust, like bursts of broken youth, which explains the gap between soul and memory in the silent ancient city, endows the years, but stings my fragile heart.

Fifteen, he conquered the years, which are the memories of our youth. ...

Sixteen, time flies, youth is no longer, thank everyone around you, youth is composed of some fragmentary memories, but your percentage may be a little more than others, love life, love yourself!

17. miss this place, the cotton-like snow, the memory of your youth, and the tenderness of your passing away ~

At the age of eighteen, I went to see the Norwegian forest by bike again. Everyone has different memories of youth. Let time solve confusion and confusion.

Sighing is the most time-wasting thing. Crying is the most wasteful behavior, and the most memorable among those young people are those deadly exams ... I can't help but vomit when I think about it.

Twenty, LeBron was selected by Cleveland Cavaliers that year, Wade went to Miami Heat, and the young couple drove ... to our memories of youth.

Twenty-one, still as invincible as stealing vegetables. Haha, no one can steal my red envelope. Although the thief was not around, I stole a red envelope from the pie and stole it together, and I found my memories of youth.

At the age of 22, the scene of texting and chatting every night in high school came to my mind. I suddenly missed my green slide phone, which was full of memories of my whole youth.

Twenty-three, Julian Chen little handsome tiger! Ertai! Is this about letting go of yourself? I still remember the lush appearance in Little Tiger and E Ertai, but the memories of a generation of youth ~

Twenty-four, I have youthful memories. I remember when I graduated from high school, my friends joked there that I would practice hard when I went to college, but I, or they all went against my original wishes.

Twenty-five, I suddenly like to watch the campus youth drama, probably because there are my expectations and figures in it ~ Youth is really good ~ We are really good in youth ~ Some memories will not be forgotten with time ~ Regret is also beautiful ~

Twenty-six, some people want to delete the memories of youth, even though they felt so beautiful at first! My head must have been caught in the door.

Twenty-seven, a formal farewell, but with a little irony. I just wish them all the best. To recall the youth in Na Yue that year.

Memories of youthful sentences

First, memory is accumulated bit by bit, just like a script. Everyone is the protagonist in the story, but the difference is that each protagonist's life experience is very different.

Second, love has only two endings, either taking different routes or taking the same route.

Third, don't look back. Since there is no chance, why don't you forget why you made an oath in the first place?

Life is actually a lonely journey, and no one can accompany you to the end. A brief meeting is only the foreshadowing of the next parting. Cold lurks and comes out by chance. All the pain and beauty will eventually fade away with the long river of years. Until there is no trace to be found, and there is nowhere to pursue. Finally, there are some faint sadness and memories left.

Five, a mountain, can not be separated by two lovesickness, a horizon, can not be silent, I miss you with my life, drink the bowl of dream soup alone, bury myself in the mountains, listen to the trickle of water, the breeze dances with the falling flowers! Listening to the wind, I can't finish reading the thoughts of my life, and running water can't finish reading my love in the world!

6. I recall the past, but I look forward to the future more. Let my future be full of birds, new green, doomed to harvest and warm. Let them leave me more beautiful memories!

Seven, I stand in the corner you can't see, silently blessing you.

8. Memories are golden sand and stones, which cover the road we have traveled and become a dazzling scene in our hearts. The memories in my heart are my hope for life, my love for life and our most vivid past. Once a memory, memory took us to the future, bumping and jumping all the way, and finally we found the Latin magic lamp in memory.

Nine, the merry-go-round is the most cruel game, but there is an eternal chasing distance between them. Carousel is the most cruel game, but there is an eternal distance between chasing each other.

Ten, after you left, those tearful days. Now I know that we have changed beyond recognition because of our youth, and everything is so thin and indifferent.

1 1. Don't let the wandering footsteps of others crush your beautiful dream for tomorrow. All good things must come to an end. Maybe the world is really only hazy.

If I love you, I will understand you and see the world through your eyes. I can understand you, because I can see myself in you and I can see you in me.

Thirteen, lying in bed every night, there will be fragments of the past in my mind, some happy, some painful, some sad. But both happiness and pain have become beautiful memories at that time, and every time I fall asleep with a smile, it is a happy feeling!

14. Am I too concerned about her? Maybe it's just that she doesn't care about me, and we all exist in each other's memories.

Fifteen, time is life, wasting other people's time for no reason is actually tantamount to killing people for money.

Sixteen, missing, is a kind of happy sadness, is a kind of sweet melancholy, is a kind of warm pain. Missing is a long precipitation of yesterday and a yearning for a better future. It is because of missing that I have the joy of reunion after a long separation, the unexpected surprise and the toast when friends and relatives get together.

Seventeen, broken promises, patched together yesterday.

In the past, every girl was a tearless person. When she met her beloved boy, she shed tears. Her tears fell into the boy's heart. Therefore, every boy can't live up to his girl, because she once gave up her reserve for you.

Nineteen, a person ungrateful, perhaps because of poor memory. He forgot, so he can be ungrateful; He didn't forget it because of ingratitude. He did not completely forget everything in the past, but was quickly replaced by new memories, only remembering the laughter of the newcomers and forgetting the smiling faces of the old people.

Twenty, some things are only worth remembering. Some people can only be passers-by

21. Memory is a photo, an old photo with yellowing and fading. Staring silently, youth is gone, beauty is gone, and the past is old. Tear drops, fall, words can't say, can't say.

Remember, one rainy day, you said you would love me very much, and now it rains again, taking away all our vows.

Twenty-three, Me Before You I don't know love, I no longer know happiness after meeting you. You, my life with no good end, thousands of times of peach blossom robbery. Have we ever been in love? Until today, I don't have a clear answer. Love or not, it's just a moment. Fortunately and unfortunately, there will not be too far. Who turned and fell in love with others, who left the pain in the wind?

Twenty-four, I can't recall the taste of love, and I dare not look forward to the patronage of love. I'm scared? Is it hidden? Or is my heart dead? It turns out that I am so fragile and cowardly in the face of love. My nothing is my biggest burden now. Who am I to talk about love? Let everything go with the wind. I am still wandering in endless fantasy, looking for a small safe haven to dock!

Twenty-five, I love you, just once.

Twenty-six, the poorest is nothing more than begging, and there will be a day when you die.

27. Disappointment is sometimes a kind of happiness. I am disappointed because I have expectations. Because there is love, there will be expectations. So even disappointment is a kind of happiness, although this kind of happiness is a bit painful.

28. I have had these pasts.

Twenty-nine Recalling the days when we were together, I was at a loss. Your youthful body always comes to my dreams with moonlight, which makes me worry.

Thirty, it is you who pale my waiting and satirize my persistence.

I am satisfied with what I have, and I am very happy because you have not forgotten me. I don't have too many extravagant hopes, but I will bravely pursue what I want, and I will stick to it until the last second. Even if there is no result, I won't regret it, because I tried. I want to forget you, but you gave me a glimmer of hope, but I understand that for me, you can only be a shadow that can never be recovered.

What I miss is not you, but the fatal experience you gave me.

Talking about the mood of memory, an aesthetic sentence about memory

1. When days become photos and photos become memories, we become passers-by walking back to back, stubbornly leaving in different directions, no way back.

2. How can we get back the lost years? But your smile won't disappear in your memory.

You heard the old songs and I heard the memories.

The real generosity to the future is to give everything to the present.

5, there is always a song, we recall the story in a beautiful melody; There is always a paragraph, we have been telling why we passed each other; There is always a person, we meet in the busy street, the wind is light and the clouds are light, and the tears have fallen after turning around. ......

6. After the dust settles, don't stir up memories.

7. I used to think that the promises we made could really be as stated in the book, and we would never abandon all the sentimental sentences now. For Wan Ru, the good times are fleeting.

8. Keep your memories in your heart and tell others stories when you are strong, otherwise it will be a joke.

9. In this life, how many past events have turned into stories, how many memories have turned into memories, and what kind of gathering and parting you have to experience before you can understand the meaning of fate and cherish it. Who is the pain in your heart, who is the feeling you can't forget, and who is the dream you can't wake up from.

10, because everything disappeared in the memory. Time is like this. Don't die. It flows through your hands like sand and never comes back. The fragments in memory also become hazy, like a dream. No matter how we forget what has disappeared and will disappear, we will still be lonely when we are lonely and sad when we are sad.

1 1. The biggest failure of being a child is that you hate the life designed by your parents, and you are afraid that you will go the wrong way and live up to your parents' expectations.

12, just, most of what can be recalled is no longer owned, but what once owned is always ignored in our meaningless memory. And the silent time has already carried the scenery in your memory, drifting away and drifting away. ......

13, everything related to him is sealed up as a memorial, commemorating the long-lost years, commemorating the happiness and happiness we once had, and no longer visiting those pains and memories repeatedly every day, and no longer being heartbroken by those touching pictures.

14. As for your memory, I only remember it occasionally, sometimes secretly in an empty corner, secretly. I know you like to talk when you are happy, frown when you are unhappy, and know your favorite songs and dishes.

15, those simple youth years that are drifting away, you can see yourself at that time when the back is getting longer and longer, it is a distant time and mood.

16, people are always tortured by the past and become poor stray dogs in memory.

17, it is not your ticket that can relax and taste quietly in life, but the misty memories. Nothing is more painful than recalling the happy past in misery. If one day the world betrays you, at least I will betray the world for you. Never frown when you are sad, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile.

18, the memories that one person thinks are unforgettable have long been forgotten by others.

19. Memories have swelled into bitterness in countless fermentations. This bitter drop wears tenderness and hides behind every long night, awakening the hidden pain and turning it into rain floating in the sky outside! A drop of tears, a burst of Yu Ning formed a look, flustered, flowing!

I told you not to eat these leftovers. Why don't you listen? Their life-long savings habits are hard to change. Let them order as little as possible at a time.

2 1. Time flies and memory disappears. Life is like a journey, hardships and scenery. What you can see is your realm of life. Always seeing people who are better than yourself shows that you are going uphill; Always seeing people who are not as good as yourself means that you are going downhill. It is better to think about change than to complain.

22. I will always remember that there are too many warmth and feelings in good memories, as well as unspeakable pain and nostalgia. Once said, hand in hand to see the deep path of flowers; Once said, look at the moon gallery side by side; Some people say, and heaven remains our neighbourhood, the heart has hope. A dusty fate always disappears like that beautiful glow. Leave a promise in the wind, it is quiet and fleeting, and a miss is still dancing and swaying in the wind.

23. The passing of time has reminded me of the past, and photos have become the most precious thing. Although the situation may be better now than in the past, as the writer said, "my childhood was the best."

24. The most tormenting thing about love is not the touching past, but standing in memory thinking that you can go back.

25. I really want to go back to when we chatted and you called me back. Every morning and evening, when we say hello to each other, your response is very slow. The answer is a few words. Maybe I talk a little too much, maybe I'm a little bored, or maybe I overestimate my position in your heart. Is love precious if you don't talk?

26. Memories can really turn a person into a psychopath. A second ago, his mouth was slightly raised. This second, his eyes were moist.

27. The affection between individuals is like knitting a sweater. When it was established, it was a needle and a thread, thin and long. Just pull it gently when you remove it.

28. The past is the past, and there is no way to start over. But nostalgia is the only way to let reality stop the past. The road is full of joy and sadness, just like going home. Miss the past, not to be sentimental, but to seek a feeling for the present. It's like reliving the same dream over and over again. I just want to see it more clearly. The picture scroll of memory can be read at will and stay at will. Miss the past. ......

29, miss the past sentence-quietly looking at the sky, recalling the past dribs and drabs, found that the original perfection has gradually grown old. The beautiful things that have passed away can only be left to memories, and they can never go back to the past. Open those bleak title pages and look back, feeling that the past years are empty. However, I don't want to let go, but time has relentlessly released my hand. The past is over, and it can never come back.

30. There are 9,000 ordinary notes written in the air. Stop tightly in memory and look at the illusory scenery. Endless sadness will fall on those who look at the scenery here. The story in "Samsara" will be rewritten as, recalling the past in emptiness and loneliness, missing those nights awakened in dreams, pestering those illusory flowers and falling into those lost stories. Repeating the pain, so let go and let the years pass.

Speaking of recalling sad feelings.

First, we can love each other, but we are doomed not to be together. I love you, even though I know you don't miss me, because I am stupid.

Second, people who know too much will become orphans in the world.

Third, I am still used to getting up early every day, and I will look out the window in a daze, feeling that the whole person is getting sloppy, like a plant that has lost water, lazily leaning against a place, waiting for the elegant moment brought by the sunshine. Sometimes, I say to myself, keep writing, and keep approaching some things I like in life in a leisurely manner. In fact, I am writing, but all I can write is some irrelevant thoughts. Fragments are generated in my heart, like yellowed poems in the corner of time. Petals shed like tears, farewell, frosted. What we do day after day determines who we are. Therefore, the so-called Excellence does not mean behavior, but habit. Bamboo shadows are swaying in the cold, and misty rain is hazy and prosperous. The curtain rolls west wind, and the moon sends flowers without sleep.

Fourth, everyone has a dead end. If they can't get out, no one else can get in

It is not a sudden decision for anyone to leave you. The heart is getting cold, the leaves turn yellow, the story is slowly written to the end, and love becomes unlovable because of too many disappointments.

6. Why is thousands of books not as good as Wan Li Road? Going out, the world is in sight; If you can't get out, the world is right in front of you.

Seven, the years are ruthless, people are affectionate, and they have never stopped thinking about you.

Eight, an autumn rain, a cold, a wisp of lovesickness. Turn around at this moment, and in an instant, you will be far away. In a previous life, love was finally forgotten. Looking back on this life, it is really a flash in the pan. In the next reincarnation, I will never remember my broken love. I walked slowly in the depths of the bamboo forest, feeling the Sanskrit sound of the years, letting the dust and rain moisten my inner restlessness and experience the simplicity of life. I searched in the world of mortals just to find you.

Nine, you are around, bright or not, what does it matter?

I am not married to a prince, but to someone who treats me like a princess.

Eleven, love is to rent a person's heart, marriage is to tie a person's heart, love is to warm a person's heart.

Everyone has a wall in his heart. As he grew older, the height of the wall increased, so there was a panic that no one could get in.

Thirteen, in fact, I care about a lot of things, but I'm used to laughing and saying it doesn't matter.

We live in sewers, and we have the right to look up at the stars.

Fifteen, his sitting is actually running around; His excitement is actually loneliness.

Sixteen, you are my life, I can't give up.

Seventeen, there is no despair in the world, only desperate people.

18. Every memory has a password.

Nineteen, if one day, you begin to regret giving up on me, please remember that I never wanted to teach you how to cherish by leaving.

Twenty, if you are a beautiful coast, I am the undulating tide under your feet, the love songs sung for you in the snow-white waves, and the colorful shells are poems written for you.

Twenty-one, it is so reasonable now because no one is used to it, no one is spoiled, and no one is allowed.

22. We can see each other through a glass, but the two sides of the glass are different worlds.

Twenty-three, waiting for no results, follow the principle of voluntariness.

24. A person's character determines his fate. If you like to keep your character, then you have no right to refuse your opportunity.

Twenty-five, acacia wants to write acacia, acacia tears acacia words.

Life is a wandering journey, and meeting anyone is a beautiful accident.

Twenty-seven, how much pain a relationship can bring you, it has brought you too much happiness.