Memories of drying old photos, sending friends to see old photos, are filled with emotion.

1, emotions leave traces of growth, and life is never barren. ...

2. These so-and-so people who once lived here; Now that they are separated, they belong to one of them. Maybe it's all arranged somehow. ...

3. 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. I know I'm waiting for a happiness that I don't know if I can come.

Childhood is only about memories, dreams are only about creation, and the future is only about struggle.

5. Growing up under the blue sky, dreaming in the night sky is like piling up a small castle on the beach and a dream by the blue sea; My son always likes to play under the banyan tree, and he also likes to sit there quietly and listen to the old story. At that time, the dream was green. When I was a child, I always liked to sit in front of my hometown and enjoy the golden leaves flying all over the sky in the autumn when the leaves were falling. At that time, my dream was golden. I always liked dreaming when I was a child. You can't find the exit maze if you walk in your dream. Being locked in the maze again and again, I feel so confused. In real life, when I am motivated, my dream is the color of fire.

6. Every memory has a password. As long as the time, place and character combination are correct, no matter how long it is dusty, that person's scene will be picked up again in oblivion.

7. Tomorrow tomorrow, forever, gorgeous youth has broken the line. Whose pencil drew a young oath on white paper, knowing that it could not be realized, but before turning around, you burst into tears. In the playground under the sun, your smiling face, like yesterday, can only be missed. Time flies across your left face and you forget to say goodbye. Once upon a time, on that rainy day that you can't remember, the temperature was far away from your fingertips.

Looking back on yesterday, we have a clear conscience, although too much bitterness melted into yesterday's plowshares, although too much sadness filled our hearts, although too much helplessness was written on our faces, although too much energy was spent on yesterday's process.

9. Young people have dreams and old people have memories. Be reckless when you are young and regret when you are old.

10, there is no if in life, only consequences and results. The past will never come back, and what comes back is no longer perfect.

1 1. If memory itself is a grape, then the process of memory is fermentation. Everyone has a tendency to make their history more pure and beautiful, so they often unconsciously repair their memories in various forms.

12, the wound, like me, is a stubborn child who refuses to heal, because the heart is a warm and humid place, suitable for anything to grow.

13, 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.

14, even tears are a kind of commemoration. Even if you shed tears, you can't go back to your childhood.

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

16, since we always pass by, what is there to worry about? I will remember your silhouette with nostalgia. No matter whether I miss you or not, I don't want to admit it in the early summer, the folding of cicadas and the embarrassing summer.

17, the summer engraved in my memory is the tears we shed together in the sun.

18, based on today, we polish our eyes, walk through the years that passed yesterday, ignite new hopes, fly new dreams, and shuttle through the tunnel of years. Today, another starting point, another sunrise, please open the window of your heart and embrace the sunshine! Embrace today!

19, without happiness, the smile is still there. There are no fairy tales, and childhood is still there.