A beautiful sentence to miss youth (a beautiful sentence to miss youth and talk about mood)

1, those lost years seem to be separated by a dusty glass, which you can see but can't catch. He is always thinking about the past. If he can break through the dusty glass, he will return to the long-lost years.

What I miss is the perfection of the past. Youth is a mirage, no matter how perfect it is, it will eventually be fleeting. The so-called immortal theory may only end in tragedy like Ruan Kun.

Youth is beautiful, full of charm and pain. What seems to be valuable is actually useless. The last thing left is an image, a vague image for us to remember.

4, in the blink of an eye, I can't remember how many years I lost, and I have been pale for several years. People, once they begin to remember, begin to get old, once they miss it, they begin to get tired of the present. And I, maybe both, just like this, for no reason, began to recall, recall the past during that time, and miss the obscurity of adolescence.

5, a bright, a sad, a gorgeous, an adventure, a stubborn, a soft, and finally a growth.

6. When we were young, we always had nothing to say at first, and it was painful in the end. When we grow up and mature, we avoid childish injuries, but we also miss the beginning.

7. Some things that I can barely recall at the moment began in that pale and lonely winter. Days like this. The blindfolded fault can only see the near future. -Jing M.Guo's "Sadness flows against the river"

I want someone to have dinner with me. As long as I am happy, I can eat as contentedly as a roadside stall. At the end of work, someone was waiting for me at the door, and then we pressed the road hand in hand. I want to give me a shoulder to snuggle up to when I am sad, and my sadness will be much better. I want someone to send me a message when I am lonely, let me listen to your voice. All I want is a kind word, a greeting, and a don't be afraid, baby. I'll catch up with you later.

I didn't know what youth was when I was young, and I didn't really know it until it was gone forever.

10, what I remember is not the pure scenery, but the person who stood in the scenery and denied it; What I miss is not the old days, but the love I lived in and never talked about.