Memory of the past

1. The sentence about "the past" 1. Why turn your head and look at the past and regard Iraq as a dream?

2. Time is the best, and years are long. What was once considered eternal is now a thing of the past.

3. Passers-by are passers-by; What I missed eventually turned into a cloud. No matter how unforgettable people are, no matter how deep things are, they can't stand the softness of time. Don't immerse yourself in the past, and don't let memories become fetters. That many post stations are just countless embellishments in our long journey. Don't let emotions, pursuits and beliefs suffocate easily on the way. Even if you fall, no one may remember.

4. Don't mess with the villain, because he can't; Don't have a hard time with society, because you will; Don't embarrass yourself, because everything will pass; Don't live in the past, because it has passed; Don't go against reality, because you have to live.

If you can drink, you used to have a hangover. When I wake up, the sky is still sunny and the wind is still clear. After all, the two sides of time cannot cross Hangzhou with a reed. I know what you mean. Needless to say, you can't be forgotten in Jianghu. You can drink in vicissitudes, eat in youth and do in life. After a thousand turns, I will quietly turn around and leave.

2. Ask for a little time. Since we always miss each other, what is there to worry about? I will remember with nostalgia whether your side face missed the beginning of summer, cicadas chirped and folded, and the limp summer refused to admit that tomorrow, tomorrow, forever, forever, gorgeous youth was broken. Whose pencil drew a young oath on white paper, and before I turned around, I burst into tears. Your smiling face is just like yesterday. You can only miss the time passing by your left face and forget to say goodbye. Once upon a time, it was on that rainy day that you can't remember. The temperature is far from your fingertips.

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.

Years passed through my fingers, and I felt my star slowly falling from the orbit.

The summer engraved in my memory is the tears we shed together in the sun. Even tears are a memorial.

Even if you shed tears, you can't go back to your childhood. Memory is like water in the palm of your hand. Whether you spread it out or hold it tightly, it will eventually flow clean through your fingers.

We laughed and said that we stayed in the same place in time, but in fact we were already swept away silently by the torrent. There is no legend that the grass grows and the warbler flies in this city. It will always live in reality, with fast drums, hurried figures, numb eyes and fake smiles, and I am being assimilated.

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. Without happiness, the smile is still there.

There are no fairy tales, and childhood is still there. At sunset, a fairy tale world.

Sometimes you need to look back, otherwise you will never pursue it, but you don't know what you have lost. Look back once in a while, otherwise you will keep looking and never know what you have lost. Like the flower of youth, like the grass of life. Life like flowers, life like grass.

You can't finish your memories when you go forward, but you can walk back and stay away from the distance. Memories can't go away, and distance can't go away. Every memory has a password. As long as the time, place and person are correctly combined, no matter how long, that person's long-forgotten scenery will pick up in oblivion. Every memory has a password.

As long as the time, place and character combination are correct, no matter how long it is dusty, that person's scene will be picked up again in oblivion. The forgotten past is at least a memory. The forgotten past is at least a memory.

There is no if in life, only consensus and past results, and it is not perfect to come back. There are no ifs in life, only consequences and results. The past will never come back, and what comes back is no longer perfect. I like fairy tales because I regard them as my childhood.

Never forget the things that made you smile. Never forget the things that made you smile.

The sentence about the past is 1. Memories are worth touching. But this is just a time to greet yourself. Give all commitments a deadline.

2. Many years. Maybe I can't remember many people, but that string of phone numbers will never get through, and it is still deeply imprinted in my mind.

Treat me as a kite, or let me go, or take it home. Don't bind me with an invisible emotion, it will break my heart.

In your script, I am only a supporting role, the king and the princess can be together, and the knight only needs to send the princess to the palace. I am the horse carrying the princess.

Looking back, when all the sadness is over, who will stay under the cherry tree, look for Sandy's memory, think about it, and weave back the picture once remembered in the world of mortals.

Looking back, I am surprised. Fourteen years has been reduced to a tiny picture. After reading Chinese books for more than ten years, I found out. It always gives me wisdom and energy.

7. I finally believe that time reversal is just a beautiful myth, deceiving children, but if possible, please make up another story to deceive me, ok?

8. Maybe memories have fallen into the sea, maybe some past events can't come back, maybe years will steal the wait, maybe love will be separated after a long time. This is love.

9. The hardest thing for people is to know themselves, and the easiest thing is to know themselves. Many times, we don't recognize ourselves, just because we put ourselves in the wrong position and give ourselves an illusion.

10, once so beautiful, now it is so quiet and plain. Everything seems to be forgotten with the passage of time, but the words recorded on paper are still gorgeous and still interpret the past.

In retrospect, people will never be satisfied. Always complaining; Always unhappy; Always find fault with others; Always emphasize your own misfortune; I always feel that everyone around me owes me.

12, memory is a photo, an old photo with yellowing and fading. Staring silently, youth is gone, beauty is gone, and the past is old. Tear drops, fall, words can't say, can't say.

13, Memory is an old song on the old phonograph, covered with dust and scars. Yi-ya, Yi-ya, Yi-ya, seems to be pouring out the usual bleak and broken life, like reading endless vicissitudes.

14, when a person is immersed in a fantasy, he will turn this fantasy into a vague taste as a real wine. You drink to get drunk; I drink to wake up from other kinds of drunkenness.

15, there will at least one time in my life that I forget myself for someone, asking for no result, no company, no ownership or even love, just meeting you in my most beautiful years.

I don't want to go back about the past sentence. Sad sentences about the past I can't look back on.

1, I'm waiting for the east wind to blow me, my heart is surging, my tears are pouring down, my clothes are wet, the night is longer and my thoughts are more confused. At this time, I'm lonely, and I'm sad on the emotional road. He doesn't belong to you, and I'm doomed to give up.

2. There are too many helplessness and troubles, too many sadness and melancholy in a person's life, and how many past events are unbearable? How many memories are fleeting? Perhaps, affection, friendship and love will be accompanied by the process of mental exhaustion. Perhaps, the so-called arrogance has to pay the price of mental fatigue!

3, I am fine, I don't make noise, I don't show off, I don't feel wronged, I don't laugh, and I don't need others to know.

4. Missing overflows the ocean of memory, and smoke and waves spread disaster. The love of a lifetime, wandering and wandering in the years of dreams. Some love, destined to be a flashy dream, turned into dust, once persistent love, scattered all over the world, but my heart is unwilling to leave.

Maybe I'm tired, maybe I'm tired, maybe I'm tired, I want to use alcohol to put myself to sleep, but it makes me excited a lot on this night that I don't know the year and month, but I'm not happy. This may be the loneliness in loneliness.

6. I like to listen to a song with a story in the early morning, press down my sadness, slide down the pen tip and float in the text. In the eyes, tears burst their banks and rippled on their faces along the proper range of water droplets.

7. The fragility and sadness of life make people feel helpless. Picking up these last tears of life makes people re-examine life and life.

8. Without you, my world is only lonely, curled up in the cold corner of the bed, and then drank one cup after another until I had a splitting headache and felt numb and vomited. Then try to hold yourself tight, so pale and powerless.

9. Your beauty blooms into warm sunshine in this season, and your smile dilutes all the sadness in this season. The rhythm of life turns into a grain of dust in the vicissitudes of life. My hand holds your heart and walks into the pulse of this season.

10, the world ups and downs, prosperous, withered overnight, attributed to dust. Whether it's crying, pain, giving up, or giving up, you finally left!

1 1, there is always a deep feeling in the faint ink. I will pick happy flowers for you, put them in your life, put them in your life, and in this way, I will finish the journey of life quietly, with a smile, happiness and endless lingering, without leaving a trace of helplessness and regret!

12, just because I met you, my lonely heart is no longer cold. You turn yellow into dirt and bury it in this season. Your heart turns into snowflakes flying all over the sky, and the crystal in the sky fills my world. You shake off the cold wave of winter for me with the breath of youth. A sad sentence with a sad past.

13, limping on the floor, facing the ceiling, is like being trapped in a cold cage.

14. Life is a wandering journey. Wherever you go, everyone you meet may become a stop and a passer-by.

15, life has given me endless sadness and eternal answers.