Beautiful sad sentences, recalling sadness and expressing love.

If memories can be drunk, the past can be a hangover. When you wake up, the sky is still clear and the wind is still clear. After all, the two sides of time cannot be a reed Watari Wataru. I know what you think. Needless to say, you can't be forgotten in Jianghu. You can drink in vicissitudes, eat in youth and do in life. After a hundred turns, I will turn around quietly and leave.

The past can only be used for memories, don't indulge in shadows, otherwise you will never see the road ahead.

Many things, experienced, it is good to know, many changes needless to say, it is good to understand.

Time tells us: as time goes by, don't forget what you once had; Cherish what you have; Do not give up what belongs to you; What is lost, keep memories; What you want, you must work hard; But the most important thing is to cherish yourself. Cherish today and look forward to tomorrow.

There are three things that people can't hide: cough, poverty and love; You want to hide the broken glass. People should not squander three things: body, money and love; You want to splurge, but it's not worth the loss. People can't keep three things, time, life and love; You want to stay, but you are drifting away. There are three things that people should not remember, disaster, death and love; You want to remember, but it's miserable.

In fact, memory has become our habit, accustomed to enjoying loneliness at night and being sad alone at night. I don't want to get used to it, but I can't change it.

If he loves you, how can he not find the time? Since there is no time, let him go. When you release him, you also release yourself.

I forgot how many times I cried and how many times I made trouble. I still remember that every time I cried in front of you, you would coax me and help me wipe my tears. Remember the last time we talked? I didn't want to cry at first, but I couldn't help crying at last. You wiped my tears over and over again, listened to you teach me there and then irresponsibly hoped that I would forgive you. Now I'm crying in a mess, so many memories, so clear memories.

There is always an endless road in my heart, always left in a corner by memories and then deeply distressed, lost and hurt. I seem to have forgotten where I once belonged. I can't escape the vastness that this world has given me. I can't resist what you have given me. Whether you want it or not, I can't escape my pain or love.

It still feels so good to chat with old friends. Although they are far apart, they feel very close.

There is a poison called time, which kills you and me wandering in dreams. But it left us with a memory called sadness.

Many times, we are angry, depressed, regretful and resentful because we just can't let go. Can't let go of people far away, what has happened and what has been lost; Can't let go for a while, can't let go of a memory; I can't let go of success or failure, and I can't let go of everything that doesn't belong to me. After years of rendering and the ups and downs of the sea of people, we know that letting go will be easy, letting go will be free, and whoever lets go first will be happy.

People who look forward to the future are dreamers with uncertain future; Looking back, it is the watchman who is addicted to memories; Grasping today is a doer based on reality. Yesterday has passed and tomorrow will come, so cherish today!

Acacia is a condensed volume that I will always give you, and you know it is a delusion that you will always give me. At the moment, my heart is very cold. Memories are like stranded Sha Ou, screaming. Heartbroken beyond patchwork. Is it really painful to think of it inadvertently?

Love is a beautiful or sad time, and every boy and girl wants to remember it when their hearts and faces get old. How many people are immersed in her, feeling that kind of tenderness, that kind of affection, happiness, happiness, or happiness, love is beautiful.

At the end of the story, I can only look at the sky alone and recall the beauty that passed away that year.

Some things are destined to be stories, some people are destined to be old friends, and some roads are destined to go alone. Some people, some things, broke into life, gained and lost, yesterday's sadness, today's happiness, joys and sorrows should be remembered. When all this becomes a memory, what will remain in our memory? Many things have passed; Many people have left. The more you experience, the stronger your heart and the more practical your road is.

We all have our own pains that we don't want to share with others, so we should choose to hide, choose one person to bear, one person to cry and one person to grieve. Then, a person gradually changes, gradually forgets become memories and stops asking questions. But that's just a person's feeling after all. Except your heartbeat, who will understand how much joy and sadness your story contains?

A lot of smiles, knowing hypocrisy, but still squeezing out smiles; Many memories, knowing that I am sad, still can't let go.

I am just an accident to you; You are my lover. The memory that a person thinks is unforgettable has long been forgotten by others. Some people fall in love, just fall in love. Being single-minded is not just liking someone for a lifetime, but being single-minded when you like someone.

One day, you will become someone else's memory, so you should try to make it beautiful!

Recall whose tear drops in the years, whose sorrow falls behind in time. The past is like smoke, I don't know who fell in love with whom; Dreamlike memories, I don't know who is waiting. Still persistent, don't ask the geometry of pain. Flowers bloom for a lifetime, flashy for half a life, and how many people repeat the flow of time.

Thank you for giving me empty happiness. Those once good memories have become the past. Some things, I don't say, I don't ask, doesn't mean I don't care. Some people will always be engraved in their memories, even if they forget his voice, his smile and his face, but the feeling when they think of him will never change, and they will think of him occasionally, just like at the beginning. I love you, without any purpose, just love you.

Today is the memory of tomorrow. What we said, what we did, the road we walked and the people we met are all traces of our future memories. We don't have to cherish the memory of yesterday, and we don't have to look forward to tomorrow. We just have to live every day, say what we can, do what we can, take the right path and meet the people we want to meet. Only by being down-to-earth, not ignoring, not wasting and not squandering can we add luster and bright color to tomorrow's memories.

Learn to give up, turn around and leave before crying, leaving a simple back; Learn to give up, bury yesterday in your heart and leave the most beautiful memories; Learn to give up so that we can have a more relaxed start. This journey is deep and shallow, and it is not easy to get to today. Say goodbye gently, really thank you, you are here all the way. I once said I love you, and I still love you today. I just love you, but I can't be with you.

Perhaps the memory is too deep, even if there is nothing to grasp, there is only you in the happiness that can be remembered. So this can explain why I have been reluctant to say goodbye to you. You are my obsession, ingrained and unshakable. For me, memories are bitter, but there is a temptation to quench my thirst. And you, overwhelmingly stationed in my heart.

No matter we are apart or together, there are always some good memories, such as the original agreement. Do you still remember that at that beautiful age, you and I met, looked around, lingered, and were deeply attached to each other, unable to forget each other's affectionate eyes. Many years later, I can still remember that the original agreement is the sweetest memory of you and me.

Later, we learned tolerance, and the most important thing is that we are no longer loyal to ourselves and memories. From unfamiliar to familiar, then get used to it, then escape, and finally, break it into pieces, grind it into powder, and blend it into your own habits. Experienced pain, running-in, numbness, re-understanding, and finally became his own life.

Youth will go, the flower season will not be long, and the memories that can't be brought back are only lights and the moon. Look at the thoughts dancing in the starry sky, just like the silk thread involved in my hand, spreading bit by bit. Are you okay in the distance? Clean nights are always darker. If we can retreat from the past, will we still cling to them now?

Tao, sometimes I feel really sad. You don't know how tired it is to wait without response. You have no idea how much courage I need to remember. Or, if you don't know, pretend you don't know. You are too selfish. I'm so stupid. Our good memories were finally exhausted by you. Occasionally, I can still remember it vividly, just like at the beginning, I love you without any purpose, just love you.

There is such a person in everyone's heart who loves him far away. Maybe we can't be together in this life, maybe we haven't said a few words, never had dinner or watched movies together, but it is this distant person who has supported the most important and brilliant days in our youth. So that I have no regrets when I think about it in the future, only warm memories.

Because of you, I have been serious, I have changed, I have tried, and I have been sad? I am stupid, stupid for you; My heart aches for you; Late at night, you are my inertial memory? I don't want to struggle for the past, I don't want to work hard for the past, I don't want to worry about missing it, but I just don't want to, I can't do it.

Years are like a river, and life is like a dream. You may get flowers and applause when you go through one journey after another. When you walk through the years of green cage, you may be most full of memories. When you walk in the street, you will be fascinated by the prosperity in front of you. When the dream comes true, looking back, everything in the past is silent and brings endless thoughts.

Emotion is the interaction between two people. What is the power of hot and cold? Now, who can't live without it? Beware of cold, love is gone, marriage is just a form. What do you want it to do? What used to be beautiful is only once, and it can't be redeemed. Let it be a good memory in your heart. Why destroy it with new pain?

When we broke up, we were afraid that we would never see each other again. After leaving, we are used to a new life and no longer dwell on the past; Walking, the past is sealed by memory, as if nothing had happened here. In life, sadness and vicissitudes will never end, and happiness and happiness will never end. Parting is not to interpret a disappointment, but to brew the next beautiful encounter.

Memory has nothing to do with facts. When you try to recall a past event, your perspective, your attitude, your involuntary self-defense, and your insinuation of the current trouble are all in it.

It seems that everyone's college life will have such an important role, which may be a friend or a lover. No matter what the final outcome is, those beautiful memories will eventually take root in our memory.

Many years ago, I wrote a diary for you, which contained secret words about our love. I thought we would stay together until the day when our hair turned white. Who knew that fate would push us forward and separate us? It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, as long as I once loved you so much, thank you for giving me wonderful memories.