Complete works of beautiful sentences about time.

Complete works of beautiful sentences about time.

1, those years that we are about to forget are like fleeting meteors, which only dazzle for a moment and then pass away.

2. At night, I like watching the stars very much. I know that the stars are separated by a distance that can never reach each other. Just like you and me, one is intentional and the other is unintentional. Just missed each other's years.

The cool breeze awakens the sleeping night, but the stars around the eyes are so far away. How many colorful years drift with the tide in the waves, feeling inexplicably disappointed.

The shallow memory calls for the dawn of tomorrow, and the stationery in my hand has been twisted and scarred. Years passed in sorrow and joy, stranded carefree years, and crossed into silent sadness.

5, the night rain whispers, and there is still a trace of moonlight in early autumn. I miss the time when I was young and indifferent, so why not cherish it.

6. Youth is fleeting, and tears shed bodhi. We look forward to the future every day, and the years as beautiful as flowers and jade disappear in the blink of an eye, and tears fall one after another, making you sad and painful.

7. Looking back at the DPRK, if possible, I would like to use the whole most beautiful time to convey it with the temperature of my palm, just for the return of time and let me return to my original sincerity.

8, a finger deep, the most beautiful story of the years, wasted into wordless silence, arrogant temper, the fragrance of falling plums, alone in the ice and snow. Some thoughts, locked in the bottom of the abyss, don't talk, don't talk, so we have to use a pen to describe the lonely mood of life!

9. Your appearance in my life may not be accidental, it may be the expectation of waiting for a thousand years, or it may be the unchanging promise on a stone, just to meet you and know each other in the best years!

10, if love is poison, I'd rather it take my life. Touching the scene should not hurt me. Who can return my lost years?

1 1, tonight is a cold night, a lonely night. I personally crushed a frozen period of time, ground it into an ink called memory, and then glued the pen of time, quietly sketching out the years that have been scattered all over the world on the surface of the years.

12, time can't erase youth, time can't hide the light of dreams, what you leave behind can't stay, and what you leave behind will always be with you. A journey, a dream, a dream for two or three years, looking back at dusk.

13, the joy of life is not only excellent sense of security, but also tragic and independent. Angry years, I lost countless blue years, hanging high in the wind, adding new rain to Fahua. Half-court city, half-song Lanting playing and singing, Qu Fu concise a few rivers of autumn water, tears full of countless thoughts. The blue boat roars at the streamer, and the mountains and rivers witness the vicissitudes of life.

14, in the most beautiful years, meet the most beautiful you, just like the waves flowing in the vast lake, the moonlight is beautiful.

15, water passes without trace, and time flies like running water. In a blink of an eye, eighteen years have passed. The hibiscus in front of the dew pavilion is particularly elegant in the sunshine at the end of summer, and the imprint of fleeting time is still deeply permeated in my mind. The past, the past, seems to have passed in a blink of an eye, drifting with the tide, like a fleeting time.

16, memory is always the most unforgettable. Now that I think about it, forget it. Now, I can't touch it. I'm afraid it will break when I touch it. Finally, I was black and blue. Time flies to keep us innocent.

17, time flies like water, time flies, and young people lament that the years at their fingertips were integrated as early as the crazy baptism. Now, I still remember that we were old when we were not crazy, but today, after being crazy, we have bid farewell to the years, no, it should be forever.

18, time is not as old as a thousand years, time is not as old as a million years, time is not as drunk as a beauty, time pays off, snow fades in brocade, stars are in late summer, and years are like water.

19, listen to a piece of music with you, and draw a moment of love with me. The gear of the years has put aside the mark of history. The time of meeting reflects the age.

20. In troubled times, the maple leaves in Xiangshan should also be red, enchanting and full of pride, and that blush warms the displacement of this season.

2 1, years are fleeting and life is short. I wish you all the best in the years to come.

22, a world of mortals, I am just a curtain of your dream, and at the end of the song, after burning out, you have become an unreachable pain for me. The moon is full, caressing the wound you gave me, with a little loneliness, lighting snacks and singing in the breeze. Who is my weak water in the world of mortals? Thin years, how to understate those lingering past clouds?

Time flies. When the yellowing memories are buried in the soil with the fragrance of striding printing and dyeing, all the thoughts in my life will go with the wind and fall where you are, quietly guarding you for me.

24. In your life, there will at least one time that you forget yourself for someone. Ask for no result, no company, no belonging or even love, just meet you in the most beautiful years. "

25. In a roundabout way, there are too many passers-by in life, passing by once, missing once and meeting once, forming a stranger. But the lines of fate are also deep and shallow, tightly holding you together and intertwined. Perhaps, at that moment, my heart was destined to sink for you.

26, because of you, love does not regret, a lifetime of pain just want you to read for me. Without you, the whole world is silent and dark, so I wait in despair. I don't know how long it will take, but it's a mistake to stay for you in youth.

27, when all the dust settles, back to the original point, youth, who will accompany me.

28. In the flower season, youth is not negative.

29. In a world without you, I locked myself in a city alone, listened to a lute and got drunk. Melodious pipa sound is sometimes low and sometimes hoarse, sadness is full of anxiety, and thoughts are full of helplessness.

30. Sigh how time flies, how time flies. Hook up the letter pen, drink the wind and fill the volume, that quiet time carved an indescribable replacement, folded flowers into the water, and the past vaguely reappeared. Looking back at that worrying trace, lonely, alone on the railing, in the vertical and horizontal direction of Xiao Ao's wind blowing, propping up the fleeting time of more than half a year, looking for the darkness described, and how many feelings were in the dream, reflecting the clouds in the dust waves,

3 1, the clouds dissipated and the shadows were drunk, and the sunset rowed that time. When I heard Xiao's singing, the lake was rosy, the clouds were gloomy, and I was drunk in front of the court. Silver is cold and the solo is floating. Looking back at the dream, I still feel sad and send a note to the page. Where is the desolation? Think of a floating life, now; It's already a thin shadow and messy temples, and the tears in the mirror ask who, the prosperous past, drifting thousands of volumes, sending the old to the lonely, looking far away, offering sorrow for the years of drunkenness.

32. Tonight, the lonely rain in the sky came sparsely, quietly falling on the world, leaving a scar in my eyes. How many faces are cold and cheerless? How many China years have been deposited? And are you surprised, what ancient stories are told behind this sad time?

33, fleeting time, draw a stunning past life, this life is incomplete; Golden times, endowed with a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, explained you and me between the lines, between the lines, left the past life as soon as possible, and let go of this life in chanting; I still remember you at that time, dressed in white without makeup, and you were so shocked among the flowers. You and I met in a sea of words, and our dodging eyes were not as thorough as dust. Since then, half of my country has fallen into your beautiful eyes.

34. Miss, wandering, whose dream are you in? A wonderful time, wandering in the sad beauty of Tang poetry and Song poetry, who shed tears.

35. I don't know, did my love words written on white paper fall where you stayed? The memory of fingertips, the vicissitudes of lead, the gentleness of a glance, and the laughter left in my ear are all hidden in the past years.

36. At the end of the story, the years have passed, lamenting that time has worn away the lush appearance, or how much parting hate the beloved race has left? If we are just strangers, let the wind of the past take away the record of this page of time and weave it into a silent ballad, which reverberates in the interlayer of the years, melodious to you and me and haunting the melody.

37. The past danced with the wind. After several years, the fleeting time turned over, but the story fell on the casual ruins and never recovered. This time when I got it, the clear dream in my heart looked so pale and powerless in the moonlight.

38. As time goes by, the sun, the moon and the stars have long forgotten the original appearance of the city. Even now, there are not many attached memories. Maybe this is the last freeze in this city. A person, a pot of wine, a stringed piano, occasionally a cup of iced coffee, accompanied by a cloud, keeps company with the river, looking for the past lush years by the river, with some luxury, but quite some old people talk about the rhythm of juvenile madness.

39, the wind returns to the fragrance, wet the old feelings. I clearly remember the distant and unforgettable back, drifting away, lost in the flowers. But whose dream is still blooming faintly? Stare at the sky, count the bits and pieces, quietly read every word you give in the dull footsteps, miss in the years, miss in the distance.

40, while the years are still young, while the moonlight is still thick, gently call out, my love, even if the dust is undecided, even if the noise has not stopped, I just want to hold your hand and walk with the world of mortals!

4 1, meet again in the years of youth, how free and carefree the clouds hovering in my sky are. When the drifting cold wind takes everything away, everything refuses to stay for me, and the echo of heartbreak is still telling the sadness of parting.

42. Flowing thoughts, heartbreaking stories are silent, how many dreams are cold, how many joys and sorrows. In the bleak years, I just want the lonely voice to be sad and drift away. ...

43. Time is like a song. Time walks in the corridor of the season, drawing a beautiful arc. There is always too much past, too much sadness and unforgettable in the lost years. In the pace of hesitation, the loneliness of wandering all the way, the scenery neglected in the journey, is so nostalgic when quietly remembering.

44. Who went there for many years?

45. After the dream, the balcony is locked high, the river is green, only the warblers sing, the mountains reflect the sunset, and the porch window is alone. The moon is cold, the sky is grey, and you are separated by autumn water and the horizon. The powder is elegant, the purple shirt is full of flowers, the money refers to the tone of laughing and dying, the fairy blends in, and the world of mortals accompanies. I would like to be lingering and fly first in Gansu. Quietly gazing at that affectionate place, the trace of that beautiful face has filled the world with thousands of customs, and we meet again after a long separation.

46, tender feelings like water, courtesy like a dream, the ends of the earth, misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the ancient roads are interdependent, only sighing the old scenery, smiling with faint fragrance, swaying and getting drunk, the years have passed, even if there are thousands of customs, who is the best? In an instant, Fanghua fireworks are easy to cool.

47. The wind blows the years, sighing the coolness of the world, looking back at this shadow and accepting the geometric world of mortals? The years of lead flowers are remembered in an instant, branded on the rings of the vicissitudes of the years, and the original scenery can no longer be found. The fleeting ink gives vent to thousands of feelings and sorrows. If there is an afterlife, I hope my heart will never fall again.

48. and heaven remains our neighbourhood, since ancient times. In the vast land, you gave me a lifetime of loneliness, staring at me, waiting hard, finding your smile all the way, whispering about spring flowers and autumn flowers all the way, and I was disappointed. I will be thin and dark in your red season, I will pass through the flowers, the landscape is red, I will leave a fallen flower alone, gently twist my heart and touch the peace.

49. Where the soul falls, the fragrance disappears. After several times, the dust was plundered by time. On the platform of the season, the lush years are old, the tired shadows are frosted, and the years are ruthless. The old dust covered the far-fetched smile, and the annual rings of the years were embroidered with gray.

50. Disappointed years have passed one after another, but those happy moments have slowly dissipated in the rush of fate. The clues left by the years are only sadness. Only when dreams are sweet can we piece together traces of happiness. When I woke up, the reality returned to endless pallor.

5 1, life has a lot of past, sometimes; Learning to forget is actually very difficult, but remembering is more profound. In the emotional memory, those bleak years that have passed seem to be getting better in every lonely and sad paragraph and corner. When the wind blows, I miss you. When I am lonely, I feel pain. I used to cling to the story called love and always thought I was happy. Will be full of time, the ancient road, gently stepping on the volume of dreams, towards the castle near each other.

52, panic-stricken hesitation, always in this season's reincarnation changes, let me leave the sad illusion several times. I don't know if I can bear the sad and silent dust at the end of my memory. But I know that if I sigh too much, it will only be a good time in the end. Huayou sighed softly and finally got hurt.

53. After many sorrows, scars of years, fading like water, are those all too urgent scenery? Even if the mottled light and shadow in the years deceive each other in a ridiculous manner, the promise in life is just like the old answer given by time. Sometimes when it comes, it blindly looks for the way home and forgets the original arrogance. After a long time, I found that the lightest thing is the memory of time, and the most painful thing is the infatuation that I have been trying to persist.

How time flies! The frequency of alternation between day and night makes people unprepared. Often when they are deep in thought and in a daze, it passes through the pale brain, leaving no trace, taking away the best years of people, but forever taking away the waiting and harm engraved in their bones. I am well aware of this pain, but I can only keep silent every night.

55, wandering thoughts, lost time, lost himself.

56. In the lonely years, there are too many people and things that can't stop, just some ups and downs, filled with the pallor of memory.

57. The strings of a finger, stirring sad music, even if you have no choice but to fill your heart, time will not stop. Cherishing the beauty of meeting is the most beautiful chapter in the years.

I remember at that time, I was not afraid of anything. Now, I'm afraid of everything. I remember, at that time, I always hoped to have a vigorous time. Now, I just want to live a plain life. It seems that, in an instant, the beauty is old overnight.

59. I think too much and I can't figure out my own thoughts. Write down your sadness with a pen. Perhaps, one day, time will unlock the secrets of your heart. Years are like a dream, leaving a sigh for several years.

60. The years passed quietly. Unconsciously, the years passed again and again. I seem to forget that it's been several years now. The past that rippled in the fleeting time, with the dark changes of time, slowly faded away and disappeared without a trace. But I still cling to yesterday's prosperity, chasing colorful stories.

6 1, will the gallery of the years record the story of fireworks flying? Whether there is or not, time will stay at the moment when the flowers bloom on the other side, and the fragrance will be fixed when the flowers bloom. Whether, time can stop, let me just stay in that story and quietly recall the past.

62. My thoughts spread in the lonely night, and I remembered the time when I was in the mood for love, which gradually turned into flying snow and covered the empty fields. I slipped into the dreamy yesterday and fell asleep peacefully in my dream. Far away figure, pure and lovely smiling face, all appeared in front of my eyes. Looking at that familiar story, it seems that I have forgotten whether it is true or not, whether I am drunk or awake.

63. Unfortunately, dreams are dreams after all, and they will still wake up. I know that the ending of the story is the footsteps I have passed, but I still don't want to recall the past years. Perhaps, there are years that I don't want to forget, and perhaps, there are times that I don't want to pass.

64. I don't know, are you thinking about the past story like me now? Is it difficult to give up those dreamy years? Are you sleeping in yesterday's years, unwilling to wake up and leave?

65. Perhaps, you all remember the place where fireworks fly. When the flowers bloom on the other side, there are stories we left behind, our purest smiling faces, our outdated feelings about love and our lost time.

66. Time is like a dream and stories are like a dream. Time passed, so I went back several times. With the passage of time, it is difficult to remember all the pictures that once existed. As time goes on, the fragments of the story have gradually dried up. Leaving only the joys and sorrows of the world of mortals with me.

67. When we pass an old age, we are stained with the vicissitudes of time. Those pure bright and beautiful, pure laughter, those days when flowers bloom and fall, those days when we went to Qiu Lai in spring, and those days when they were as transparent as running water, how did they cross our most beautiful years and never return?

Looking back, the lights are like flowers, and the night is like day, but you can't see the lush years behind you. When the moon is leaning towards dusk, I see the melancholy in forgetting. It's not that I don't miss it, that I dare not think about it, but that I don't want to see the fatigue and heartache of that cool time in the rest of my life.

69. We lost the most innocent years, but we gained the mature charm and vicissitudes of autumn. Not amazing, not flashy, not artificial.

70, dusty old dreams, live up to the years in dreams, just for this life.

7 1. If you go to Qiu Lai in spring, who will pity Qu Yuan's wind and lotus? The flowers are white, but there is a vacancy. It is inevitable to sigh in my heart that time is too short and my vision is too far away. Let's walk happily in the future. Then, keep the rest of your youth and watch the silence for a while.

72. Time is fleeting and it has become a common practice. Like a floating cloud, foggy, drifting away and disappearing. According to the clear track of the years, I walked gracefully into the past, so a thought rippled layer by layer, filling the poem with long-lost ink.

73. The dance in my heart has quietly melted the dream of a floating world. The warmth of this wonderful rhyme is like a bunch of flowers lingering in my heart. ...

74. Wandering in the depths of time, I escaped from the disturbing dust, but I can't see the flowers bloom and fall anymore. I have fled, without noise and disturbance. The shadows and marks that cannot be found are not in the broken years.

75. I can't tell whether I am too persistent or too shallow. How many times I dream back at midnight, I will always be pleasantly surprised to recall the splendid journey with you like fireworks, but when I wake up, my cheeks are always wet with tears. This scene seems to commemorate the years I spent with you in the most beautiful years.

76. I think, maybe everyone has a story hidden in his heart, even if the process of the story is interpreted in various ways, the ending is not satisfactory. It will always be treasured in a corner of the memory, even if the ending will inevitably be annihilated by real life bit by bit with the passage of time, even so, in the deep heart's core, it still exists after all, leaving a rich and colorful stroke.

77. Too many regrets make people forget the pain. In the hourglass of time, youth is an invalid letter, which freezes sadness, love and trouble, right and wrong! Time flies like water, drifting away from dreams, success or failure, loneliness grows like spring grass along the way, but my thoughts are like being imprisoned in a cold country.

78. The west wind ruthlessly urged the dream to break, and since then, it has sailed far and wide. Fill your lost fragrance with my watery years, paddle gently in the dreamland with shallow paddles, and stare at your distant silhouette. From then on, I hope that the years will be quiet, that the warmth and tenderness will be precious, and that the horizon will be forgotten.

79. When I saw you in my heart, I cried like rain, and I was drunk on the sad road of years. Every time I read it in my mind, I am separated from it. My tenderness is so intoxicating, and my dreams are so scarred. I asked my heart how many times I made an appointment on the road. I asked how many feelings slipped through the corner of my heart, but washed away the songs and accompanying audio, and had sad laughter.

80. This is a bright lamp. My heart is like sand. I am drunk on the beach watching my dream. A soft word is a thousand tears, and half a drop is a dream. The picture of sentiment depicts the blueprint in my heart, and a blue mood brings together the reunion of words and deeds. Nothing, no promise of the future, the song of the afterlife has always described the feelings of this life.

8 1, time is in a hurry, always quietly leaving in a casual moment, and the rest seems to be unfamiliar forever, without a trace of familiarity. I know that the flowing time, like a flying meteor, will always leave its most beautiful side in the process of falling, just like our story and our years.

82. I know that all kinds of things about the past, like the passage of time, can't always overlap with reality, but I still can't help but want to pick them up, even though my eyes are covered with damp smell and I am lost in the years, which has changed the color of all my memories.

83, prosperous, picturesque, just, broken memories, scattered years.

84. I miss countless hidden scenes and the happiness for a period of time. Even behind the loneliness, I smiled bitterly and let tears dance in the chapter of memories. As time goes by, I will still be beautiful.

85. Leaning against the window, my memory floats with the passing years in my life. On my way forward, countless times are full of scars. If the road of life is a short encounter, will it make my sadness reduce the pain of memories? I like memories. I am used to living in a dreamland. I feel intoxicated and my dreams will always be broken. When will you still be in my heart, perhaps because I pay too much attention to my feelings?

86. Year after year, every day is no longer like a day. As time goes by, I count my parting, and life is like a dream. I'm looking for my old acquaintance.

87. In your dreamlike years, you inadvertently planted a season of sadness, shouldering each other's painful past and guarding the emptiness of life in an illusory dream. You are the painful clam in my heart, and I am the pearl in the clam. You care for my perfect appearance with all your sadness and enrich my empty thoughts.

88. Actually, in the noisy world, I don't expect anything anymore. The past years can't reverse the cycle, and the beautiful promise can't be fulfilled in this life. You are a boundless landscape, and you are half lost in this life. How many times I look forward to meeting again, but suddenly I dare not look you in the eye and smile bitterly.

89. I listen to a song in season. Who is in harmony with me? Euphemistic style, slowly overflowing from my chest, instantly burned my heart. The fleeting scenery, hitting plain clothes, can't stop this thin and cool time like a fleeting time; A clear word can't keep catkins flying and the scenery of winter snow; Deep curtains can't stop the memories of years, and years are like water.

90. If we don't cry, if we don't experience heartbreak, then we can't understand life enough. What if time goes back? I once wanted to hold your hand through the fleeting time, hold your soul, and let love stories blend between lips and teeth again. At that moment, melancholy struck, rummaged all over my body and aroused sobs in my heart. All along, I can't hold my breath for you any longer, and I can't go back to that poetic time.

9 1, the sun gradually sets, and a touch of sunset doodles the lonely dusk. The tentacles of missing have been extended at this moment, leaving only a few lines of poetry, still telling the ink-stained years. Poetry is like crying, like a plum blossom quietly blooming. Those beating words, in my pen, condensed into overflowing sadness in the distant years of cool thin, like a song telling alone in a world.

92. The wind and cloud are fleeting, the years are fleeting, the flowers are fleeting, and the month is fleeting. It's time to forgive those uncontrollable times, let go of persistent eternity, give up words easily with the wind, let the world come and go mercilessly, forget the flowers in a certain place, forget the fragrance of flowers, forget the dance among flowers, and forget the light color of the sea of flowers. Because, because, it's just the sunshine at midnight, the moonlight during the day, Conan Huang Liang's pipe in a shallow sleep, and the melancholy when he wakes up.

93, affectionate, infatuated, years, flowers are not red. I walked once in the flying shadow, and after walking around, I always left something behind. Memories belong to me. Since it is your own business, you should cherish and miss the past, which is by no means sentimental.

94. Sit still and keep silent. Until that old time, I plucked my heartstrings again and again, and the lost piano sounded again. I know that waiting will be my mission in this life, perhaps because of fate, perhaps driven by a period of time, when I was old, but I was no longer young.

95. It was just a casual rain that soaked my years.

96. The songs of youth parting are condensed at the fingertips. The midsummer sky disturbed the silent sigh. In the depths of my life, I remember the traces I have been to, your horizon, my tearful farewell song, my dreamy future, my memories, my youthful music, my understated heart, the tears I watched, and my bustling depths, with black lonely dreams and mottled confusion.

97. Walking on the ancient road of the world, I always thought that I could be happy. It turns out that happiness is sadness that cannot be imitated. Looking at people in a hurry, looking up at the lonely sky, smiling faces in the past, trance-like eyes and laughter have pulled me all my life. In this way, the years have written endless whispers, like a teardrop of acacia, which has weathered for thousands of years. My sadness, because of you, is wandering in the country where sadness extends, watching the flowers bloom in one season and listening to the ending of my song.

98. Cangshan doesn't know the tears of Iraqis. Winter has come. The mountain in front of me is still green, the wind blows from my ear, but my heart is cold! Love is so simple and so difficult. Only blame the missed years and the four seasons of mutual reincarnation!

99. Between the elegance of turning around, only the lost sun, moon and years reappear.

100, staggered years, uncomplaining youth, is the deepest delivery of life.

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