Talk about the mood of the photo

Look at old photos and say short sentences.

First, all the bitterness, all the sweetness, are melted in this puzzle, and you can never get tired of reading it!

Second, tomorrow, tomorrow, forever, gorgeous youth has broken the line. Whose pencil drew a young oath on white paper, knowing that it could not be realized, but before turning around, you burst into tears. In the playground under the sun, your smiling face, like yesterday, can only be missed. Time flies across your left face and you forget to say goodbye. Once upon a time, on that rainy day that you can't remember, the temperature was far away from your fingertips.

Third, the old photos of coal-to-oil are black and white, but they can record the happiness and anxiety of the previous moment. After years of washing, only the corners turn yellow, but this ancient red, this dark yellow, has preserved this moment and made it eternal. ...

4. If I leave one day, will you still remember me looking at the photos alone and remembering everything about us?

I accidentally saw the old photos tonight, and my feelings flooded again. I chat with Uncle Walnut. In fact, everything is very clear. Thank you, buddy, for seeing through it … only sleeping.

6. Tomorrow tomorrow, forever, gorgeous youth has broken the line. Whose pencil drew a young oath on white paper, knowing that it could not be realized, but before turning around, you burst into tears. In the playground under the sun, your smiling face, like yesterday, can only be missed. Time flies across your left face and you forget to say goodbye. Once upon a time, on that rainy day that you can't remember, the temperature was far away from your fingertips.

Seven, you are like sunshine, shining into the gloomy place in my heart, stinging my sadness.

Eight, now I like to recall, I like to watch old photos, I like to listen to old songs, I like to watch old movies with memories, and I like to watch new movies with memories. When I am quiet, I try to collect the echo of my heartbeat, either slowly or urgently.

Nine, without happiness, the smile is still there. There are no fairy tales, and childhood is still there.

Ten, Chinese New Year family reunion, sitting together looking at old photos, recalling the old days, is the happiest! So do you have any interesting old photos at home?

1 1. Looking through my old mobile phone and seeing these old photos, I found that I am no longer young.

Looking at old photos can bring back good memories. Will also sigh, time and tide wait for no man. If only time could stay at that moment forever. We are always the most beautiful in each other's eyes.

Thirteen, I have a lot of memories about you, but you are paranoid that you are just a passerby. I want to be with you, even if it is a headless farce, I will stick to the moment when the world is dim after you leave, holding a small lamp and standing in memory.

Fourteen, childhood is only memories, dreams are only creation, and the future is only struggle.

15. A 100-day-old baby, wearing a white cotton hat, chubby little face with big black eyes, looks even cuter under the white hat. Next to him stood a little boy about three years old, wearing tiger's head shoes sewn by his mother and holding the chair where the baby sat. -This is a black and white photo.

Sixteen, those things in the memory, not to touch, is the best respect for memories, but also the greatest gentleness for yourself. After all, I can't go back, no matter how I chew it, it's yy. Coming out of memory, the reality is still the same. I'm so afraid to look at old photos now. It feels like every day is fast. I think I'm getting old.

Seventeen, you left without leaving any memories, and you don't need to leave any memories. Incomplete and cold beauty. There is no heartfelt blessing, no resentment out of jealousy. It's just that when I accidentally dig out the photos, will I whisper and will I accompany you?

18. Looking through the old photos, each one is so fresh in my memory. In retrospect, people can change. No matter how good a friend is, he may become so strange in an instant and have no long-term relationship.

Looking through old photos, hahaha, my dad was so handsome when he was young. When I meet him, I will definitely chase him.

Twenty, the wound, like me, is a stubborn child who refuses to heal, because the heart is a warm and humid place suitable for anything to grow.

Twenty-one, the summer engraved in my memory is the tears we shed together in the sun.

Twenty-two, forget that person, it is better to forget yourself and tell yourself, not for fear that he will forget, but for fear that one day he will think of you again. Years take away memories, but memories will become clearer and clearer. One day, he turns to tell you that he has been thinking about you. Don't believe it, because he is not the same person, and you are no longer the same person.

Twenty-three, the hourglass of time has precipitated the inescapable past, and the hand of memory will always pick up those beautiful sorrows. The wings of youth cut through painful memories; Yesterday's tears stirred up ripples in my heart. Looking through the old photos today, my father pointed to the photos of my mother when she was young and said that I liked this photo of my mother when I saw it. He thought my mother looked particularly pure and lovely at that time and wanted to hug and kiss ... my father, stop it! I'm embarrassed! Full of shame.

Twenty-four, growth under the blue sky, dreams in the night sky are like small castles piled up on the beach, and dreams are piled up on the blue sea; My son always likes to play under the banyan tree, and he also likes to sit there quietly and listen to the old story. At that time, the dream was green. When I was a child, I always liked to sit in front of my hometown and enjoy the golden leaves flying all over the sky in the autumn when the leaves were falling. At that time, my dream was golden. I always liked dreaming when I was a child. You can't find the exit maze if you walk in your dream. Being locked in the maze again and again, I feel so confused. In real life, when I am motivated, my dream is the color of fire.

Twenty-five, life is like a beautiful and sad lens with soft light in the movie, and days are like countless photos superimposed on the desk. Happiness often comes from memories, and pain often comes from the gap between memories and reality. In fact, life is very simple, that is, on a sunny day, give the sunshine a full hug.

Twenty-six, people stay up late, their minds are calm, and they have thousands of memories. Look, look, look at the old photos. Life gains and losses, hard choices, impermanence, impermanence. Go to sleep. Wandering for too long, forgetting what life is like.

Twenty-seven, leisure afternoon, looking through old photos, it seems more ceremonial at that time. I hope that life will keep a pure childlike innocence for you, feel at ease and be happy.

Twenty-eight, we have too many beautiful moments to take photos, too many beautiful pictures to record videos, too many feelings to write, and even incomplete memories.

Twenty-nine Looking through the old photos before, I have been with my sisters for a long time ... The last one is six or seven years old and still so green.

Thirty years old, it seems that I am used to waiting and simply think that waiting will come. But in waiting, I missed the happiness that can be happy.