Talk about short sentences in a nostalgic way

1. I didn't know sweet words, but I was accompanied by you. Now I have a glib tongue, but I am alone.

Second, in the one-way flow of time, recall the fleeting time of spring wheat fields.

Third, savor, life is just a dream. Turn around, the mountain is far away and the people are empty; In retrospect, the feelings are still the same, and the thoughts are still the same; Stop, the years are quiet and the world is still the same. Time flies, fleeting winds come and go, and the next season comes as scheduled. Who and who will you meet at the next stop? What kind of scenery will you encounter along the way?

Fourth, all the troubles come from clinging to the past and worrying about the future.

I will laugh for several days when you tell a joke, but I was sad for several years when I saw you cry once.

6. I like the new and hate the old in smell, and I feel nostalgic in taste.

What many people lack is not reunion, but a nostalgic heart. There are more and more dark and obscure sentences and stories, so one day I have been thinking about whether these will be made clear by time one day, leaving only beauty and warmth.

Eight, some relationships are getting weaker and weaker, only to find that this is its correct way of existence.

9. Memory is like water poured in the palm of your hand. Whether you spread it out or hold it tightly, it will eventually flow through your fingers, drop by drop.

10. Maybe this is the trajectory of fate. All we can do is slide along its trajectory and slide all the time, knowing nothing and thinking nothing. However, is all this as easy as imagined? In fact, I think high school days are always so lonely, but why do I miss them so much? However, why is youth so lonely? Is it the essence of youth or loneliness, or does loneliness spread to high school youth? However, I don't think it is after all, so I don't know what it is and I don't want to spend time thinking about it.

Eleven, I heard that for her, you abandoned your elegance and drank water instead of tea. Since then, half the city has been full of smoke and sand.

Twelve, many past scenes are in front of us, becoming so vague, once so convinced, so persistent, always believing, in fact, nothing, nothing but suddenly finding yourself so stupid, so stupid. I swear, I laughed until tears came down. Laughing at us for being so stupid, we are always repeating some injuries, and no one can avoid being discovered by pain. But I have been expecting until I am disappointed, then expecting and then disappointed.

Thirteen, a place secretly tells sadness, do you hear it?

Fourteen, I like to sit alone in the big classroom, letting my thoughts fly, and I have a feeling of excitement. The only thing in this university is the empty classroom, so I sat by the window with a book and looked at some oblique shadows on the playground.

Fifteen, I can't see my future, and I am at a loss in the face of the future. Often entangled in memories, there are a lot of the past can not let go. I really want to indulge myself and hope to get drunk. Suddenly, I felt bored and tired. Suddenly I want to escape from my present life, and I want to pack my simple luggage and wander.

Sixteen, youth has passed, love has been forgotten, and dreams are wandering.

Seventeen, if love can give up, why say goodbye, my heart is still sad.

You can miss the past, but don't expect everything to be the same.

Nineteen, no generation of young people is easy. Every generation has its own destiny, its own grievances and struggles, and there is nothing to complain about. Bai Yan Song

Twenty, I am nostalgic, some people have something, although far away, but it is still deep in memory. What if the tea is cold? Listening to the wind, smelling the dust, and hiding only the footsteps are also good times for a person.

At the age of twenty-one, I really became fearless. Not that weak, nostalgic fool. I'm not a fool who lets you trample on helplessness, tears and fight back.

I thought we had changed, but I was wrong. We haven't changed, but time has changed. Life is like a lot of plays, and we are playing different roles at each stage. They are not the same as they were then, and so am I.

Twenty-three, I don't know how to go in the future. Many things I am afraid of, I am afraid of losing, I am afraid of being sent, I am afraid of losing what I should have now, I am afraid of being at a loss one day, and I am afraid of going back to the past. Many, many, hard to let go, so that I can't sleep. Do you really have something you shouldn't have? Difficult? Many times I am really confused.

Twenty-four, 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. Regret when you lose it, why you didn't catch it. In fact, waiting itself is a ridiculous mistake.

Twenty-five, the world of mortals is noisy, and the years are quiet, which is a stable attitude towards life. Tianya is too far away, and the years are quiet, which is the intersection of hearts. In the quiet time, we will collect the warmth in the world of mortals one by one and turn them into ink-scented words. After a few years, we will continue to read it warmly.

Twenty-six, people should be persistent, but never paranoid. There are many things in the world that cannot be transformed. We should learn to change everything that can be adjusted and adapt to everything that cannot be changed. It's hard to change the world, but it's easier to change yourself. Since it is difficult to change the world, change yourself. In the journey of life, we should be a wise man in life, persevere and do things wisely. be near

Twenty-seven, the longest confession is not sweet words, but silently together.

Twenty-eight, the first moment you wave, you are destined to say goodbye; Finally, reluctant memories became a sign of cowardice.

Twenty-nine, you are like a glass of hard liquor. Drinking it will lead to death, but not drinking it will solve the problem.

I like to vent all my dissatisfaction in my world until I drive myself crazy.

I was sincere at that time, but I couldn't find your heart later.

Thirty-two, after all, we have become strangers who forget each other without contacting each other.

Nostalgia is the most difficult problem for me to get rid of for many years.