Miss what we once said, miss what we said at the beginning.

But nostalgia is the only way to let reality stop the past. The road is full of joy and sadness, just like going home.

I walked towards the seaside and saw soft sand spread all over the floor, as endless as the sea. I took off my shoes, walked across the beach and put my feet into the sea. The cold sea makes me have no impulse to explore the mystery of the sea, let alone touch the mermaid in fairy tales. The cold makes me extremely calm. I watched the sea wash my feet again and again, just like life shuttled back and forth.

Whenever troubles strike, when we are disobedient and determined to be angry, we must tell ourselves that we live not to be angry, but to spend it happily.

The best theme in the world is love; The most difficult problem in love is breaking up; The scariest process after breaking up is memory; The most painful feeling in my memory is still loving you.

If, in the end, it's really not you. After so many ups and downs, we have to part in the end. If the story is over, there are others around us. If memories, promises and determination to fall in love become insignificant in the face of reality. No matter what happens in the future, no matter how it ends. Now I still want persistent love. We wait for our last, last, last together.

Maybe if I keep you in my heart, you won't disappear into my world.

Looking back on the past years, I always spy on you in my youth, but I didn't get up the courage to approach you until the end.

I'll stay where I am until you come back.

When a person walks in a city, there is always a beautiful scenery that goes deep into your heart. Maybe you will stop, recall the past, fantasize about the future and miss the good past. You will find that there was a time when some thoughts were hidden in your heart.

Time cannot go back; Just like a well-known poem, "Young people don't work hard, but old people are sad." Everything that happened in the past is our life experience and represents the memories we have. Dream is also a kind of memory, but it can be realized. Only through our own efforts and struggles can our dreams come true. However, the memory is gone and I can't come back.

Miss the past, maybe I didn't treat the past as the past.

I'm still watching over you on the other side.

I like sitting alone in a huge classroom, letting my thoughts fly around, and I have a kind of excitement of "derailment". The only thing in this university is the empty classroom, so I sat by the window with a book and looked at some oblique shadows on the playground.

There are many wonderful memories in the world. Good memories are like a string of purple wind chimes, full of blessings; Good memories are like a bluebird that freezes the wings of time; Good memories are like a pure and meaningful lyric prose poem; Good memories are like a rippling dream? The garden of Eden of emotion.

Every day away from you is like a year. How to express a lot of heartfelt words on your mobile phone? Every day, I stand in front of the calendar: Time, please hurry. I'm not afraid to waste my life. What I want is that my lover is around, sharing every happiness and taking every responsibility. Simple happiness is our greatest happiness.

If you do well in a daze, you will fall asleep if you don't do well ...

Time flies, and I bid farewell to that frivolous time in a hurry. After all, I'm still stuck in sadness. In fact, the cold and frozen heart has been empty for so long, and I don't know how the years have aged this beautiful time of youth. Is the expectation so high that the hope is so slim that it gives people an unforgettable and sad illusion?

After many years, you are no longer you, and he is no longer him. First love is to be remembered, not possessed, beautiful because of nostalgia, and doubly missed because it is not available.

I want to recall my lovely childhood, but I can't go back; Think about it, the past is beautiful; In retrospect, reality is always so weak. Sad now, my failed self.

Seems to be used to waiting, simply thinking that waiting will come. But in waiting, I missed the happiness that can be happy. Regret when you lose it, why you didn't catch it. In fact, waiting itself is a ridiculous mistake. I know it clearly, but I am waiting for a happiness that I don't know if I will come.

Reflect sunlight with a mirror and shine everywhere in the classroom.

People who love again will go far one day; The plot of Rashomon also has an end; Let bygones be bygones, time will dilute everything, and there is a longer way to go in the future; I am waiting for the day when I am good enough and brave enough to come to your side.

Every summer you smile, the deep rut marks a wound in my heart that will never heal.

Sometimes, I really love him too much to disturb him.

Many past events have become so vague, so sure, so persistent, and always believe that there is nothing, nothing. Suddenly found himself stupid, stupid. I swear, I laughed until tears came down. Laughing at us for being so stupid, we are always repeating some injuries, and no one can avoid being discovered by pain. But I have been silly looking forward to it until I am disappointed, then looking forward to it, and then disappointed.

I walked a lot, met many people and made many friends. Every time I meet something different, I will miss the days when I stood at this time.

Memories are accumulated bit by bit, just like scripts. Everyone is the protagonist in the story, but the difference is that each protagonist's life experience is very different.

Even tears are a memorial; Even if you shed tears, you can't go back to your childhood.

Many things become irrelevant with time. There is a lot of helplessness in life, just like a handful of air, which can't be seen after passing.

In the afterglow of the sunset, everything, including the gallows, is illuminated by the faint scent of homesickness.

Hiding in a certain time, I missed the palm print for a while; Hiding somewhere, missing someone standing on the road, on the road, makes me worry. .

Parting, tears become messages, you say: these tears can be condensed into pearls and become a permanent memorial.

Melancholy A little boring, a little lonely, a little lonely.

That year, 1000 paper cranes were lost, just for a long, long legend. That year, I traveled to every place with stories about you and me, just to make this happiness more unforgettable and profound. That year, we turned our backs and became strangers from now on. My absence is your life, and your absence is my whole life. It turns out that what I miss most is not you with me, nor the feelings that I can't keep after all my efforts. But that desperate, naive, hard-working person really loved those years.

A quiet life is called helplessness and long silence. What language should I use to describe my expectation and nostalgia? Looking at the sky quietly, recalling the past dribs and drabs, I found that the original perfection has gradually grown old.