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I miss my old self.

1, those things that we thought were very persistent were forgotten in the process of our obsession.

Maybe some people or things have been lost before we know how to cherish them. Maybe when we have them, we think they will always be ours, but in a moment of turning around, what belongs to us no longer exists, leaving only regret and pain.

Now I have started a long climb, thinking of the past, my friends and classmates, and the unforgettable high school years on the way. I have never been afraid of a person's journey, and I have never felt lonely, but that profound friendship makes me miss it from time to time.

No matter what you are old, you will miss the past. When you are sad, you just want to be alone. You always feel that you have a lot to say, but you don't know how to say it when it comes to your mouth.

6. Memories are profound notes, bearing the joys and sorrows of a person's life. The dialogue tells us that time flies, the vigor of youth dissipates, the frivolous years get old and everything changes. Time flies, but suddenly looking back, it seems that just yesterday, the memory is still so deep and fresh.

7. I want to go back to my romantic and carefree childhood that day, and the happy years when I went up the tree to dig birds, went down the river to catch fish and shrimp, caught crickets in the grass, and beat bees and butterflies among wild flowers.

8. The past is the past, and it is impossible to come back. But nostalgia is the only way to let reality stop the past. The road is full of joy and sadness, just like going home. Miss the past, not to be sentimental, but to seek a feeling for the present. It's like reliving the same dream over and over again. I just want to see it more clearly. The picture scroll of memory can be read at will and stay at will.

9, quietly looking at the sky, recalling the past dribs and drabs, found that the original perfection has gradually grown old.

10, some feelings can only be slowly found by memory, and the memories are crowded, but I have never seen passers-by.