I still miss it. Tell me about it.

First, we think we know how to miss, and we think we won't forget. I don't know that time always dilutes everything in front of me, and then it replaces the world that you and I once occupied in each other's hearts.

I don't know if I still love you. If I love you, why is there such separation? I don't know if I don't love you anymore. If I don't love you, why doesn't my memory recall your smile with the flow of time? My heart is ups and downs, and everything is in the past. Only the night of dancing is as beautiful as before. Wang Guozhen's Nostalgia

Third, I miss our freshman year! Miss us, play guitar and sing together! Miss us crazily together! Miss, all the memories you gave me have become memories, and I will miss them after all! I hope we are all well!

Fourth, when you recall the past, you smile, which means you have grown up; When you recall the past, you cry, which means you are mature; When recalling the past, you are indifferent, which shows that you are sophisticated; When you recall the past, you feel sorry, indicating that you are helpless; When you recall the past, you are calm, which means you are old.

That year, we talked and laughed on the green lawn, so happy and simple. I miss the back of your memory?

Six, after the quarrel is inseparable interdependence ~ this is our feelings and love since childhood ~

Seven, together for a long time, any street corner has once, seven years of finely happiness enough to accumulate into the degree of eternal nostalgia. However, these beautiful thoughts have turned into sadness, because the better at first, the more painful it will be when it is lost in the future, the more intense it will be when it is cheated, and the more bitter it will be. Being unloved is a kind of pain, but being unloved after being loved is more painful.

Eight, even if it is so unforgettable, I must learn to forget decisively.

Nine, when I heard old boys, I was absolutely in tears, wasn't I? Life is like a ruthless meat cleaver, which changes our appearance. Will it wither before it blooms? In fact, it has withered. I dreamed of those years when passion was burning. Those people covered in blood. Those youthful and frivolous days. Those top players used to be. How much I miss it. But we can never go back.

10. If a person idles away his life, he leaves behind gold without buying anything.

Eleven, miss the past, now there should be a lot of people are missing the past! Is the cake really that delicious? Why do you always have to live in memories? Why not let time fade your memory? The reality is still very beautiful, as long as you believe in yourself, it is still possible.

Twelve, youth is a beautiful and brilliant stage of life. In the years of youth, shouldn't you tell your beautiful dreams? Everyone has a dream, waiting to come true. Although the dream is beautiful, it cannot be realized without hard work.

Thirteen, Feng said: Many nights, I woke up and heard your gentle snorting beside me, and I would cry. I think this tenderness will leave me one day, and I have no ability to retain it. I know, I failed to let you live a stable life. If you really leave, and I will miss the warmth of our together for a long time, and then apologize for the harm I have caused you for a long time.

14. Snow will gradually melt, raindrops will gradually evaporate, day and night will gradually change, seasons will gradually change, green grass will gradually wither, leaves will gradually wither, feelings will gradually deepen over time and friendship will gradually increase. I sincerely wish you a happy life!

Fifteen, miss the youth, the wind-blown love, time makes us unable to grasp the trace, the thoughts are messy, and the scissors are still chaotic. Some people take the memory as comfort, live aimlessly in the memory, and miss the unforgettable love and pure friendship by relying on the watery years and flowery youth.

Sixteen, broken promises, patched together yesterday.

17. During our brief meeting in the river of life, in those lonely years after our parting, we didn't care about others. We were too tired to do unworthy things, because we knew that human feelings were weak, and we were stretched tightly by the old saying-comfort was limited, and we knew ourselves well. But why, I still miss each other from time to time. In the past, we were treated with such unreserved kindness and care, so that I can see more indifferent years in the future. In this cold time, I will smile when I think of you in a lonely corner.

18. When time is no longer in a hurry, collect a beam of sunshine that shines into the room, soak the missing head with a smiling face, and repair the wounds in memory. Your tenderness, like a gentle and beautiful princess Xiaoxiang, is getting thinner and thinner, but she climbs up in the dark and doesn't want to leave. I just knew that I picked up my hands and couldn't sort out the countless troubles. I said I would stay together for a long time, and the last time I went to the ends of the earth was just my own departure.

Nineteen, youth is a book that is too hasty. It goes through the bitter and happy years page by page, and turns over the youth years chapter by chapter. Please close your eyes, and you will find that the aftertaste is sweet.

Twenty, let our truest joys and sorrows be buried in yesterday's past, and no longer miss it.

There are many wonderful memories in the world. Good memories are like a string of purple wind chimes, full of blessings; Good memories are like a bluebird that freezes the wings of time; Good memories are like a pure and meaningful lyric prose poem; Good memories are like a misty Eden.

Twenty-two, memories, drifting away, memories and the present are always separated by an unbreakable piece of paper, and can never be equated, because memories can only be memories, can only be stored in the past, and now is always the present.

Twenty-three, in those blank years, I may occasionally think of the past and miss those happy, simple and stupid; Perhaps in a quiet afternoon, staring at a familiar and unfamiliar scene, I suddenly miss someone and want to know what kind of scenery he or she is now; Or maybe at midnight, I secretly miss him (her) whom I haven't seen for years. However, in those forgotten years, do you really miss some people or things in the past, or are these times all imaginary shadows you secretly imagined unconsciously?

Twenty-four, the past is like a cloud, scattered and gathered with the wind. When love is a thing of the past, gently embrace the warmth in memory and gently stare at the faded tenderness. Whatever the outcome, it will destroy the beauty of the past. Leave clean, maybe one afternoon after several years, he (she) will squint in the sun, think of a beautiful moment and smile. All kinds of nostalgia are worthwhile.

25. How gentle the night is, and how much do you love me? Vae's "auditory hallucination"

Twenty-six, time, passage; Years, precipitation, a turn is a story of time, and I believe that time can witness everything.

Twenty-seven, youth passed away, suddenly looking back, no matter who, the heart will be full of endless sadness, full of endless regret. Before, my intelligence was excellent, but it was wasted. Before, I was rich, but I had nothing. I used to be very capable, but I never used it. A person who realizes that he has lost his youth is always full of sadness and regret in his memories.

Twenty-eight, youth is like a song that sings the legend of life; Youth is like a flower, depicting the picture of life; Youth is like a dance, dancing with the charm of life.

Twenty-nine, youth is a beautiful and passing period, and it is the beginning of all the brightness and happiness in the future.

Thirty, when time steals the original intention, all that remains is hardship. So, I always stay in one time and miss another.

Looking back and thinking about yourself in the past, the question is not whether you should light a cigarette right away. In fact, the desire for chemical experience in the past has long since ceased to exist. I just miss the old me, like a brave friend or a handsome face. I just want to be myself. I always feel as if I have been forced to wear clothes chosen by others, making myself the kind of person I hate. If I smoke again, I will have a strong feeling about the night again, and even feel the fear I once had. Author: Orhan Pamuk Source: Another color

As soon as a person's youth is over, there will be a mature period as beautiful as autumn. At this time, the fruit of life, like cooked rice, is waiting for harvest in a beautiful and calm atmosphere.

33. No matter how beautiful you are, you can't forget it, and no matter how sad you are, you can't resist memories.

Thirty-four, sometimes I miss the past, maybe not how beautiful it is; I just think a lot of things haven't changed at that time. Author: Li Zelin

Thirty-five, memories are like movies, and the scenes are superb. Memories are like visiting an art exhibition. Before one painting was finished, another appeared.

Thirty-six, sometimes a little lonely, because we seem to be getting farther and farther away. What light years should be used to calculate the distance drawn by time? The distance between me and you, the distance between me and my dream, seems to be getting worse and worse. I also miss myself who used to miss the old days. Proud as if the whole world is not afraid, and finally some edges and corners will be smoothed by life. The trace of years is that you have quietly changed yourself unconsciously.

Thirty-seven, tired, unwilling to move forward, sentimental, no love to find. Unable to save the lost soul, you are the closest person to me, but you have given me the deepest harm. No matter how I imagine her beauty, it will eventually lead to the most painful period.

Thirty-eight, time, let the deep things sink deeper and deeper, and let the shallow things sink deeper and deeper. If you look down, you will get less hurt. Time has changed, love will fade and break up. Don't wait for someone who shouldn't wait, and don't be heartbroken. It really takes a long time to understand the people and things you really miss.

Youth is the deep spring of life. Youth pervades Changhong, courage overcomes timidity, and enterprising overcomes Gou 'an. This spirit comes from the afterlife and is more common in men in their sixties. Getting old is not getting old, but giving up ideals will lead to getting old. Years are long, and the recession only reaches the muscles and eyes.

Forty, miss the past, not to be sentimental, but to seek a feeling for the present. It's like reliving the same dream over and over again. I just want to see it more clearly.

Forty-one, when you are young, you have to pay, sweat, tears, applause and flowers. Of course, there are rebellions, struggles, confusions, regrets and failures. Along the way, I have experienced repeated changes and grown up! When we were young, we were attached to the past and looked forward to the future.

Forty-two, when I was a child, I always slept on the green grass with my little brother and sister and looked at the blue sky. Even holding the quilt to the stream, listening to the spring ding-dong. There were no worries, no plans and no worries that day. As pure as the sunshine in the afternoon of March.

Forty-three, the benefits of life, do not explore yourself, no one to explore for you. You don't know the mystery of life, and no one will clear it for you. The blade of life, if you don't sharpen it yourself, no one will sharpen it for you. The spark of life, if you don't fight it yourself, no one will fight it for you. The torch of life, if you don't hold it high, no one will hold it high for you. If you want others to arrange everything in your life, you can only live a life that is not your own.

Forty-four, I haven't heard from you for a long time, and my heart is empty. I read the joke I wrote to you, and my heart is happy. I think of those beautiful stories I left you, and my heart is bursting. I have to rush out of my mouth, send a short message and send you a blessing to warm your family. I wish my old friend a happy life!

Forty-five, although we are not fragile, although we are still strong, perhaps things have changed long ago, but we still miss it.

Looking back, I will always remember the flowers on the other side. In the face of lost time, years never detour, and I missed the ending. When memories are just memories, abandon sentimentality. What time has taught us is to cherish the present dribs and drabs. That's all!

47. I want to go to school as soon as I have a holiday. I just want a holiday. I miss a kind of silence, calling for teachers. I miss our crazy scene after class. Miss those ridiculous colloquial words. I miss the funny laughter in my class. I miss those days. But time has taken away our youth. The future will not be far away. We can go together and cherish it together.

Forty-eight, when you are hungry, the meal is happy and full enough; When thirsty, water is happy and enough to drink; When naked, clothes are happy and enough to wear; When you are poor, money is happiness, just enough; When you are tired, leisure is happiness and can be smooth enough; When you are sleepy, sleeping is happiness, just right. When you love, you care about happiness; When you leave, you remember happiness. Life is not determined by heaven and happiness, but by the heart.

Forty-nine, sitting in the depths of time and recalling the beauty of those years, I always like to interpret the beauty in my heart with aestheticism. Stranded time, yellowing memories, stories that will grow old at any time, will be gently crossed in whose life, and those lost thoughts will be condensed from now on.

Fifty, I found that after a long time, everyone changed and became a little unfamiliar. It's not like before.

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

Fifty-two, I want to shed the old shell, the depth you gave me, and the old memories before I can be happy.

I just miss the past, but forget that we are not who we used to be.

Fifty-four, I miss those days when you wriggled in front of me and walked down the country road with your head down. The villagers praised you for your beauty and cleanliness, and also praised me: Good boy, you came out to feed pigs at such a young age.

Fifty-five, the rain washed away all our good memories, happy fleeting time.

56. When you think of a surprise in your journey, the woman who turned away is actually old. Only the memory stays like fog, and the lost time is the woman who is far away.