Good sentences about going back to the past

1. The classic saying about "going back to the past" is that the future is now.

The ashes of time: When you can't get something, the only thing you can do is not to forget it.

A Chinese Odyssey: There was once a sincere love in front of me. Don't cherish until you lose it. The most painful thing in the world is this. If God can give me a chance to say three words to that girl, I will say: I love you! If I have to add a time limit to this love, I hope it is-ten thousand years. ...

Chongqing Forest: I don't know when everything has a date, saury will expire, canned meat will expire, and even plastic wrap will expire. I began to wonder, is there anything in this world that will not expire?

Time flies, the sun flies, five years have passed, but I won't forget you, my best friends.

I have grown taller again. Last year's trousers were no longer worn, and my ankles were exposed and I was teased. Yes, another year?

I am thirteen years old, and I was admitted to a new middle school. I made new friends and met many new teachers. Everything is new. I know that the era of practical jokes has passed, and maybe I will only know how to cherish it if I lose it. I bowed my head, and the moonlight was lonelier than the night.

Squatting on the balcony, a person nostalgic, counting the ups and downs treasured in the depths of memory, I don't feel tears. I want to go back to the past, to the days when I only clamored for adults to give me candy. Suddenly I remembered that a song was very popular a few years ago, which seemed to sing: "I don't want to grow up ..."

3. Are there any poems or sentences that can never go back to the past 1 Ten years of life and death are ambiguous, and I forgot without thinking. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose. -From the Song Dynasty: Su Shi's "Jiang Chengzi Mao Yi recalled the dream on the twentieth day of the first month"

Interpretation of the vernacular: The two died for a lifetime and were isolated for ten years. They miss each other but are at a loss and can't meet each other. I don't want to miss myself, but I can't forget it. His wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her sadness. Even if we meet, we shouldn't know each other, because I'm running around, dusty and cold.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a vague dream, only to see my wife dressing up in front of the mirror in the small window. The two men looked at each other, and they didn't know where to start with a thousand words, only tears fell thousands of lines in relative silence. It stands to reason that the grave mountain with the bright moon and small pine trees is where I miss my wife every year.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. -From the Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin's "Jinse"

Vernacular Interpretation: Things have changed, the moon is in the sky, and Jiao Ren's tears are pearls. Lantian is sunny and warm, and you can see good jade and good smoke. The feelings of joys, sorrows and sorrows cannot be recalled today, but they have been inadvertently long ago.

3, red crisp hands, yellow wine, spring palace wall willow in the city. The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin. A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years. No, no, no. Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Mo, Mo, Mo! -From the Song Dynasty: Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix Red Crisp Hands"

Explain in vernacular Chinese: In your rosy and crisp hands, hold a cup full of yellow wine. Spring is rippling all over the city, but you are as far away as a palace wall. How hateful the spring breeze is and how thin the joy is blown. A full glass of wine is like a sad mood, and life after leaving for a few years is very bleak. In retrospect, I can only sigh: wrong, wrong, wrong!

The spring is still bright, but people have lost weight in vain. Tears washed away the carmine on his face and soaked all the thin silk handkerchiefs. Peach blossoms in Man Chun fall on silent and empty ponds and pavilions. The vows of eternal love are still there, but the brocade letter can no longer be delivered. Looking back, I can only sigh: Mo, Mo, Mo!

4, who read the west wind alone cool, rustling yellow leaves close the window, nostalgic for the sunset. It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea. —— From the Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde's "Who Read the West Wind and Cool Alone in Huanxisha"

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Who misses the lonely feelings when the autumn wind blows cold? Watching the yellow leaves dancing to cover the window, standing in the sunset, recalling the past. Take a nap after drinking, the spring is suddenly leaking, the boudoir is gambling, and the skirt is scented with tea. The past is normal and I can't get what I want.

5, the dream is broken for forty years, and the old willow in Shenyuan does not blow cotton. This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death. -From the Song Dynasty: Lu You's "Shenyuan"

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: It has been more than 40 years since her death, and the willow in Shenyuan is too old to speak. I'm about to turn into a pile of dirt in Huiji Mountain, and I'm still here to mourn and cry.

4. Sentences describing the past. Excerpts from sentences describing the past 1. Look at this human comedy: some people are crazy about love, some people mourn for love, some people cry for love, and some people think that love is tempered.

They are either pessimistic, happy or unhappy, watching the drama of youth. When you sing and we go on stage, should we clear our minds and continue our way? Or to pay homage to the past and bury memories to accompany the ancient Buddha? Or hold yourself tight and never get hurt again? Laugh heartily; Sad, crying.

After all, I am relieved. Although it is painful, I can get through it and pour the painful water into the growing flowers! 3. Don't buy useless things, no matter how cheap; Don't depend on people you don't love, no matter how lonely they are.

Who can stand the glitz and splendor, and who can stand the dullness of the fleeting time. The cruelty of time is that she can only take you to the future, but not to the past.

Those who can accompany you insipid should at least love, because there are not many things in this world that can stand the most insipid waiting and companionship. Vigorous, joys and sorrows are just the first experience of love, and only the greatest love knows the true meaning of love.

5. Describe the good words and sentences that miss the past, the poems of the past, and the works of Shu Ting.

Goddess peak.

Wave to you in colorful flower handkerchiefs

Whose hand suddenly retracted?

Cover your eyes tightly.

When people disperse, who

Still standing at the stern

Skirts are flying like turbulent clouds.

Tao Jiang

Speak louder.

Lower your voice.

Beautiful dreams leave beautiful wounds.

Generation after generation.

However, the heart

Can it really turn into stone?

Because cranes are looking forward to the distant sky.

I missed it countless times.

Along the river bank

The torrent of Jin Ju and Ligustrum lucidum

Is inciting new betrayal.

Instead of being exhibited on a cliff for thousands of years.

Why not cry on your lover's shoulder all night?

6. Good words and sentences about memories have come to an end. When darkness devours light and loneliness surrounds me, memories come to mind. This is the closest moment to your soul. Listen to your inner breath quietly. In the Yuan Ye of time, memory is a flower that blooms at the end of time and is full of thoughts. Time has planted endless thoughts and memories on this land.

Memory is the most beautiful way of missing, the clearest back of the past, and the precipitation of time. Memory is like a storyteller, explaining the dusty past a little. Memories are like dragonflies. With a touch, the ripples of time will spread, far away, across the past and the future. Memories, like a box of beautifully packaged chocolates, are sweet and bitter, fragrant and mellow, like a crystal clear glass, transparent and fragile. The memory is strange. Painful memories make you hold them tighter and don't want to throw them away. Recalling this castle, the pain is not 35sk.com's pain, crying tears dry up, owning the past, the pain becomes sweet.

Memories, without warning, will appear in the wrong place and at the wrong time, grabbing your nerves a little. Memories may be picked in the warm spring when the sun rises, chatted in the courtyard in the cool breeze, looked up at the starry sky, came with the autumn wind, stepped on fallen leaves, or walked into the snow scene and rode the cold wind. When I am lonely and quiet, I can't breathe, so I can only escape into the castle of memories, and then tear the past a little bit to resist time. Then tears poured out and drowned the memories. Memories are a very subtle feeling. There is no sound, you can hear your inner voice. Invisible, but it always makes you feel its existence. In the dead of night, you can open your memory, touch its traces, feel the breath of the past, and slowly, when the darkness continues to spread, pillow it to sleep.

Memories are the best way to talk to your heart. Memories, the epitome of the past, are getting farther and farther away, but more and more clear. After many vicissitudes, it remains the same. It's a yellowed black-and-white photo, an old diary, an oil-paper umbrella with a long history, and a solitary lamp in the dark. Memories, in the eyes of children, are still so sweet, in the eyes of girls, bitter and ashamed, and in their twilight years, they are full of fragrance, such as sunset red. Memory is fixed in an instant and also in eternity. There is a past, a future, you, me and him.

Memories are the closest friends and the most beautiful comfort when waiting in the boudoir. Memories are experiences in the world of mortals, incense burners for adding fragrance to tea, rising with warmth and sweetness. Just like kites and threads, they hold one end and the other, conveying thoughts and nostalgia, pain and sadness, love and hate. Recall the moment of floral fragrance. The wind will bring thoughts, the rain will bring sadness, and the moon will hold memories.

Do you ever remember, under the umbrella, under the umbrella, outside the umbrella, it was a drizzle in the south of the Yangtze River, a passer-by on the broken bridge, the back outlined by a piece of water green along the Weihe River, a peach blossom suddenly looking back, and an Iraqi waiting under the dim light. It should not happen outside the post station, far away from the pavilion, leaving only the footprints of hoofprints, nor should it happen at the moment when Chang 'an got on the horse and 35sk.com got on the boat. We can't just wait, we can't just part, we have to meet again. Instead of a wind chime hanging in front of the window, the crisp sound when it rises with the wind should not be an oath, it should be fragile with time, but the warmth held in the palm of your hand, which will not disappear for a long time.

Full, a piece of paper is full of thoughts, folded into a boat and drifted with the tide. Water carries memories, and falling flowers take away thoughts. Memories are painful. Sometimes, I don't want to be near them at all. Approaching, only the trouble increases.