Looking for classic passages from "The Summer Solstice Has Not Arrive"

The summer solstice has not yet arrived, a classic statement on February 8, 2008 at 01:041. Maybe when you know that someone is waiting for you in front of you, you will become extra brave. ——Meet in 1996

2. When I meet and hold your hand, no matter where I am, I feel like I am running towards heaven. Do you believe it? ——The Beginning of Summer in 1999

3. I have had a very silly idea since I was a child: if two people are bored together, then it is not boring... It is really wonderful to see the beauty of the world alone without anyone to share it with. A frustrating regret. I want to take pictures of the beautiful scenery all over the world and show it to you. ——2003 Lu Zhiang

4. Traces that were once so clear can disappear, so many things cannot last long. Even though we think we can all exist forever, the word forever seems to have never appeared. ——Fu Xiaosi in 1998

5. No matter how far apart we are, there will still be the same starry sky above our heads, so we can never feel lonely at any time. ——Meet in 1998

6. Those things we thought had happened, actually never happened.

Those we thought we loved, actually love us forever. ——

7. Everyone has an angel who has been guarding her. If this angel feels that your life is too sad and your mood is too sad, then he will incarnate For someone around you. Maybe it's a friend of yours, maybe your lover, maybe your parents, maybe it's a stranger you've only met once. These people quietly appear in your life and spend a small period of happy time with you. , and then he leaves quietly, so your life will have happy memories. Even if your future road is full of wind and snow, you can still be brave when you think of the happy things in the past, so those who left us silently People are actually angels who have returned to heaven, such as those friends who left, those strangers who once helped you, those who once loved you and finally separated, those classmates who once told a funny joke to make you laugh. A singer who has sung a nice song, a writer who has written a good book... They are all kind angels. Maybe you will feel sad or lost for their disappearance for a while, and you will look around and want to know about them. Wherever they go, but in the end, you will believe that they are living quietly and contentedly in a corner of this world, so the loss and sadness of the past no longer exist. Time is the greatest healer.

That girl taught me to love.

9. The alternation of shadow and shadow makes time go faster

10. Laugh silently and then cry hypocritically

11. Many people are laughing in the dream She stood there, her face exuding bright happiness.

12. One inch of time and one carat of diamond

12. The yellow leaves seemed to roll up the mountain in an instant, and the surroundings of Asakawa began to change colors day by day, from dark green in midsummer to The grass was green in late summer, then light yellow in early autumn, and now yellow surrounds the entire Asakawa No. 1 Middle School.

13. Li Xia’s hand that stretched out to close the window stopped in the air, and the snow outside the window that filled every gap between heaven and earth covered Li Xia’s eyes. Lixia closed her eyes slightly and saw the most perfect world. This is the first snow in 1995.

14. The smile froze on the face in the first second. Weeds spread over the barren hillsides.

The arc of the smile changed in the second second. Sadness covered his face, and the tide surged.

An expression will be exchanged for one year, a smile will be exchanged for another ten years, and a hug that looks rough but full of power due to youth and inexperience will be exchanged for a lifetime.

Standing there every day watching the sun rise and then set blankly, the shadows become shorter and then longer, the grass and trees are lush and then wither, this feeling...should be very lonely, right?

15. In fact, birthday is just one day in a year.

16. What a majestic power it is to sing with your whole life. Singing can really give people courage and make them brave, as long as the person singing is full of power.

17. Summer is almost over.

A long sleepy, psychedelic summer.

18. Time reverses into a red morning mist, and day and night gradually divide into equal parts

19. I begin my lonely years in a world you have long forgotten, with my eyes closed and my ears covered

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20. Cheering with tears

21. Not seeing you means not being able to see the whole world

22. Darkness swallows tens of billions of planets like a tide. Large swathes of sunflowers died. Migratory birds flocked to the funeral.

23. One heavy voyage after another with no end in sight.

24. Who waved his hand expressionlessly and then isolated himself from the world?

25. What is silent is your reluctance. And your pale profile.

26. The world has never woken up. It sleeps quietly under the collar of your shirt.

27. It just flies by. The beard instantly pierced the skin of the lips. Youth flies the flag high and hunts the wind

28. It turns out that you have grown up a long time ago and become a king wearing a crown

But I thought you were still pale. The little prince

They say that as long as there is a little prince in the world, there will always be the fox who has been waiting for love

29. When the swallow rushes with green in its mouth in the coming year Earth Return

Are you still bowing your head under the camphor like you did in the summer when you were 17 years old, and then met me? In that long, psychedelic, never-ending summer.

30. The world is silent, as quiet as being filled with water.

31. The days just disappear one by one, with the unique silence before death, huge and powerless. The world suddenly turned into a brilliant fruit, but there was a worm in the core that was slowly eating away at the core, biting the empty core and flesh bit by bit, gradually approaching the peel. Before that sharp bite that broke through the peel, the world was still shiny and shiny, with only the rustling sound of nibbling spreading dully bit by bit from the center of the world.

32. The setting sun hit her hair, which was slightly gray, and her back arched in a heart-wrenching arc.

33. Traces that were once so clear can disappear, so many things cannot last long. Even though we think we can all exist forever, the word forever seems to have never appeared.

33. Architecture is a solid note, and sound is a solid promise. --Duan Qiao

34. Close your eyes and see the cleanest world. - Li Xia

35. If two people are bored together, it won’t be boring! - Lu Zhiang

36. Leaving makes everything simpler and gives everything a reason to be forgiven again. - Fu Xiaosi

37. Those flowery things recorded by the floating clouds,

Those floating clouds decorated by the blooming flowers,

all in this endless world The long summer became the dry season of the wilderness.

Zebras and antelopes migrate across herds of sand dunes,

Those silent floating grasses joint their annual joints on the water,

All the lives that have left are captured by those The last season's phoenix flowers are marked with bright red.

Ten years later, we recognized each other in the vast sea of ??people.

Who said that,

Those who left,

Things that left,

will come back one day,

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Walking the road that I have walked before,

Singing the songs that I have sung before,

Love the people I have loved before,

Give me no more Can't afford to hate.

Those legends walk around the world,

Wearing the sunset, they look like the proudest heroes.

Those dark gods who led people to break through tragedy,

died on the river bed that dried up before the next rainy season.

The reeds burned into ashes and scattered into the blue sky.

38. You have said before that immortality is a terrible word, because your loved ones and good friends are no longer alive, and living is boring.

But now, you have done such a stupid thing, and the days to come will be like growing immortal. Who will live these long days without you and me fighting and bickering!

39. All the love, all the hate, all the wet memories in the heavy rain

All the tears and hugs, all the unforgettable hot years,

All Prosperous and scattered life

All in that summer before the summer solstice

Pushing together towards the grand death

40. Even though the sky is hazy, it will still be blue after all. . Clouds will still come and go gracefully. The years will eventually turn into flowers.

The beautiful swallowtail butterfly will scatter dazzling phosphorus powder in the world.

41. When the tide surges up the ancient embankment, summer leads to the next summer. What are you like? When heavy rain

swept the village under the scorching sun, summer flooded the next summer. What are you like? Skip the green spring, sad autumn, honeysuckle

and a greener summer in the coming year. You appear before me again. His eyebrows were lowered. Turn around and take away an entire city's

rainwater. Then he turned around and brought back the colored snow. Wheat jointing. Thunder rumbled across the ground. You splashed ink on the wall

The incomplete desire to speak, thus rendering a summer without ups and downs. Next year comes another year. But I never waited for a crying summer solstice. The summer solstice never comes all year round.

42. In the years when heavy fog noisy every corner of the city. Reeds sprout and then die. The wings

covered the sky in a hurry. Unspeakable conjectures remain. Casting the shadow of the tide along the road. Darkness is like a tide swallowing up tens of billions of planets. Large swathes of sunflowers died. Migratory birds flocked to the funeral. Black hair dyed white. White snow dyed

black. Dyed black during the day. The night is dyed white. The world is upside down, front and back, left, right, up and down, black and white.

43. Those summers returning in a hurry disrupt the migration of birds.

The world was dark and boundless for an instant, and the world was filled with smoke the next.

The faceless gods in the sky sang elegy with their hands folded.

Those thunders running deep in the clouds dropped fire all over the sky.

Only the original shepherd boy is left, still standing quietly in the depths of the forest.

Still standing on the hill with the flute, playing the dusk for a long time.

In the middle of the night we cry or laugh, stand up or sit up, become clear or blind.

Those threads of fate emit a cold light.

No matter how far you look, you can’t see the end of the thread, who is the poor puppet.

And you reappeared with the bright spring light all over your body,

scattered a thousand summers,

a thousand flowers,

A thousand lakes,

A thousand reedy swamps sang the song of forgiveness,

Then, and then the world returned to its original peace.

The flowers and plants repeat the cycle of the four seasons,

The sun begins to rise and fall in a cycle.

And no one remembers,

Who is the pastor,

Who is the singer who sang the psalms.