Hello, talk about the old days and miss those happy times.

As for your memories, I only remember them occasionally, and sometimes I miss them secretly in an empty corner. I know you like to talk when you are happy, frown when you are unhappy, and know your favorite songs and dishes.

The so-called pig-like roommate should mean that I caught a cold and asked him to bring me a box of black and white ones. He brought me a pack of Oreos.

I miss those happy times, how beautiful it is to smile in the sun.

On a cold night, my heart is cold, my breath hurts, I hide my love in my heart, I am confused about the scars of the years, my sadness is wandering, my sadness is singing, and I miss my feelings no longer, but deeply.

Best of all, time has passed, and the old things you cherish and even the old feelings are still there; What can last must have weight, and it must stand the repeated scouring and elutriation of time. In the turbulent life, it is always those people who accompany me. It is a rare happiness to bury my initial thoughts in my heart.

A dream, sleepy and sleepy, has existed in my mind for many years. A firework has passed, and the lights are destined to be on. Sad heart decided to lose warmth and sleep in the old days, memories of the old days, and that young man entered my dream.

I miss a certain year most, when the air was free and fresh, the mountains and smoke in the distance, dogs and fields, and I slept for a summer.

I like myself at the moment, and I miss us in the past. Don't say wish me happiness after you leave. Who are you to wish me happiness? I miss it. You don't miss it anymore I am nostalgic because I can't see you and the future.

In youth, those people embellished our best time and gave us an illusion. You think you missed them, but what we missed was only ourselves and our time. They were just passers-by in our lives, frozen in the blue sky, frozen in the messy classroom, frozen in the green smiling face and turned into faded black and white photos.

Life is based on time, wasting other people's time is equal to killing people for money; Wasting your time is tantamount to chronic suicide.

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.

As soon as the rain stopped, the rain left on the eaves fell drop by drop along the tile hook and slapped the slate covered with moss traces. I sat in the corner of the wooden house, looking at the crooked old diaojiao building opposite, thinking about the clear water behind the house. The fish, shrimps and crabs in the water must have been washed away by the flood, and they danced for me on the shore. At that time, I could play until dark regardless.

When the story lost its dreams, dreams and clues, and we lost contact, why did you quietly watch me cry in this silent starry sky? If you were there, would you reach out and hug me and count the twinkling stars? All the gains from running around in this life are not as good as the gentle memories in the starry sky overnight. Your smile seems to be touched as long as you reach out-the starry sky in May.

In the past, that relationship was only the only way to grow up. Now, I have understood that not loving means not loving, even if your broken heart can no longer pick up the courage and confidence to create new happiness. I still exist, after all the pain, the pain that once broke my heart.

Hyun, youthful and energetic; Sweet, youthful flavor; Beauty is the essence of youth. Now, we have a vibrant youth life, leading in the ocean of books, soaring in the sky of life, walking on the road of life and slowly savoring the world.

In my hazy memory, my hometown is a mud house, a beach and the sky, but what attracts me most is the stream.

Like a person, in quiet time, think quietly, remember quietly, read a book quietly, and then write a text quietly, just like tasting a cup of warm and rich black tea, and feel the dribs and drabs of life quietly in the tea fragrance.

Recalling the ups and downs at the beginning, I realized how bumpy I had been. However, we are separated, and everything we have experienced will be a beautiful memory. I deeply understand what love is and what friendship is; But this is not the case, no, no: however, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor. ...

Walking on the edge of the lotus pond, listening to the moonlight of the lotus pond, my heart is full of reverie, the road I have traveled, the things I have experienced, how many people have walked by, joy, sadness and faint nostalgia. I know that I will never return to that pure age, that pure age as lotus, that pure person as lotus.

No one knows how far the road to youth is. In the long journey of life, we can regard youth as a beautiful scenery in our hearts: when we look back on the past, when our eyes cross the fleeting time of memory, those days in the sun will jump out of our minds. If one day we are tired of walking! Might as well stop, sit down, and quietly savor those memories as deep as the sunset. Precious memories are enough for us to carry love and hope and walk and think on the road of life.

I am gluttonous and playful, and I am not obedient at all. But please don't abandon me, because I am still young. Please bear with me, please be patient. I will get better gradually. I don't know what pain is until I get hurt. It is enough to shed tears once, because it is really bitter. The process is sweet and the result is bitter. If I don't leave regrets, it may be sweet to sadness. I know, I'm selfish. I don't know the past, and I can't see the future. Those memories are the most beautiful scars, and maybe they are also the memories left for you to grow up in those years. I know you miss me. I know I'm naive to you. You can call me naive, because I still hope to bring you hope. Please accept it. This is the best gift I have brought you. I didn't lose it.

You are as warm as when we first met, but I am no longer in my time.

I am nostalgic because I can't see you and the future.

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 what they were, and neither am I.

When flowers bloom, I draw flowers. When the flowers withered, I drew myself. There you are. Of course I drew you. When you leave, I will draw a memory. -wire "Sweet honey is as heavy as frost"

I can only hide myself and play the role I need, so that I can continue to secretly love you. Are you happy? I cried when you looked at me, but the story began to shout her name. The most beautiful dream is gone. The happiness you promised me is no longer happy. I missed the story, and then all the stories changed. Who did you promise? The happiness I once had is no longer happy.

It's been a year. I can't believe that time can really dilute everything so quickly, but it's there. Everything and memories are there. Whether I remember it or not, when the familiar feeling strikes, it is drowned by the old time. Maybe it has been buried as a memorial. I hope that on this day last year, I will go to Japan this year and be happy with each other.