A short sentence lamenting how time flies; A classic sentence written in a hurry

Time flies, the years are ruthless, and we are all wondering why time flows so fast like sand between our fingers. The following is a beautiful sentence about time that I compiled, which is an encouragement to you.

1, it's not that time forgot me, but that you forgot to take me away. My left hand is a firefly that never forgets anything, and my right hand is a long meditation for ten years.

2, the residual dream has been exhausted, why are you still obsessed? The past is the past, why not forget it? The stranger has turned around, why are you still chasing each other? How many ruthless marks have been left by the hurried life and cruel years.

3, secular glitz, after all kinds of forms in the world, almost forgot the initial initial, those humble pure white times go further and further, always looking for a trace in the depths of memory.

I grew up unexpectedly, and my birthday came as scheduled. The more you grow up, the more lonely you get. I cherish what I have, appreciate what I get, look forward to the future, hope my wish will come true, and thank everything in my life as time goes by. The biggest regret is that my mother didn't see me wearing a wedding dress.

When summer loses its fire-like enthusiasm, it is greeted only by autumn wind, and no matter how lush branches can save the fallen leaves. Winter is coming, I don't know how to comfort the faint heartache.

6. In a blink of an eye, the long years of a year have been like the sand in your hand, quietly lost. However, if the sand is lost, you can grab another one; Flowers wither and can wait until next spring; Childhood has passed, but it will never come back.

7, the passage of time, those that have passed, do you still remember, today's sadness and the road we have traveled, the influence of feelings and career will fade with the passage of time, and the book of time will become blurred because of the years, which can't stand the test of time.

8. How many times, looking for the breath of memory, wandering in the gap of dreams, I saw traces of the past: tobacco in Yichuan, autumn water, and beauty that disappeared across the river in an instant. Yellowing diary, filled with misty elegance, turning years, a certain year, a certain year, a certain year without you.

9. Friend, we are growing up and can't miss the past any more. As Russian poet Pushkin said, "And the past will become a kind of nostalgia!" Friends! Remember! The years are passing, and we are growing!

10, youth passes too fast, even if you catch up, you can't catch up. Sometimes, from getting up in the morning to going to bed at night, you will feel that the flow is so fast. Who stole our youth, or did we drive it away ourselves? No one will know. Will invisible people who come and go without a trace be so easy for you to see?

1 1, reality is cruel, between ideal and reality is heaven and earth, and the purpose of life is to find that horizon. When the years go by and youth is gone, some people succeed and return home with their clothes on, while others fail and have nothing.

12, time flies, spring goes to Qiu Lai, flowers bloom and fall, youth is gone forever, I am always encouraged, and time waits for no one, year after year, cherish time and life.

13, time, gradually took away the young and frivolous, but also slowly precipitated the self-knowledge of cold and warm.

14, some people and some things will become more unforgettable after the passage of time.

15, the years fly with the dust of the past. Looking at the flowers blooming and falling in front of the court, in the colorful season of losing English, there are many memories of tree rings and happy past.

16, counting the fallen leaves in front of the door, listening to the rain outside the window, the sound of wading sounded at this time. Do you still have your heart wet with rain?

17, in those years, no matter what angle I interpreted you from, you were perfect, and what you lacked was already filled by my imaginary brush.

18, maybe after the song, we left and forgot, but at the best time of the melody, thank God we were together.

19, time is the most impartial, 24 hours for everyone; Time is also selfish, not anyone's 24 hours.

20. Counting silently, more than 8,000 days slipped away from me; Like a drop of water on the tip of a needle in the sea, my days are dripping in the stream of time, without sound or shadow.