Copywriting is about recalling the past, remembering the past and saying beautiful phrases.

First, childhood is a dreamy and colorful name, and childhood life is even more unpredictable and colorful. Some children are happy. In front of my parents and elders, I smiled and said: writing is actually not difficult. I regard writing as the happiness in my life. Writing is like my life. I can't lose writing in my life.

Second, tears blurred my vision, and I can only recall your outline in my mind.

3. Memories seem to be shocked. Back in time, the past is vivid. At that moment, countless pictures flashed, reminding you of the scene at that time. Those things seem to have happened, but they seem to have never happened. They disappear instantly, come back instantly, and then disappear.

Fourth, when pain strikes, crying is green, not crying is mature, and in pain, people always need to change from green to mature.

5. I suddenly found that I couldn't find anyone to say good night at night. There is one person missing from my bedside. I saved and deleted your photos, and I deleted and saved them. About your memory, I put it down and picked it up, picked it up and put it down; I don't think people with good memories are necessarily happy. I will pretend to forget you, and I will pretend to forget our past.

6. I like myself now, and I miss us in the past.

Seven, familiar memories of the strange past, hiding in which corner to cry.

Eight, in countless sleepless nights, I believe many people will habitually close their eyes, miss a person quietly, and miss a face. In their hearts, it may be enough to have such a person to miss.

Missing the past will only make us more depressed and helpless, and will give us a feeling of heartache. The past is the past after all. Every time we miss it, it will make us heartache once.

Ten, go the wrong way, remember to turn back. If you love the wrong person, you should learn to let go. Accustomed to loneliness without company.

Eleven, the noise and light of the world, worldly happiness and happiness, like a clean stream, in the wind, in front of my eyes, Mimi, warm as a spring, I don't want anything, I just want you to be happy, not sad.

12. Memories are full of my bitterness and your ridicule.

13. Memory is the beauty of life, which symbolizes the sweet stream in the life that has passed away in a hurry, and it will always be a quiet and mellow sleep, the secret of the heart; But at the same time, it is also the moment of angels and demons, with dark eyes and a face that can be seen when the light disappears.

14. Broken promises were pieced together yesterday.

15, do you have time to look at me later? I can't tell whether the horizon is a red cloud or the flame you lit is the end, but I can't say goodbye. Is there still burning time? Is it a dust fate or a nightmare? Did you rob the ash or did you light the cigarette? Which thought can last? Nirvana or eternal nostalgia? Is it the end of your reincarnation? How long have you been staring at my face in the next life by Sandu River? I implanted the memory of Luo Rang's past life. How many parting can light the flame of the phoenix tree branches? How many years have I walked in the world? Who can remember who was robbed by whom and who became the obsession of the river map "The Phoenix Robbery"?

Sixteen, memories may sink into the sea, some past events may not come back, years may steal waiting, and love may be separated for a long time. This is love.

Seventeen, I can't help but feel sad, so I slowly learned to hide; Because I didn't want to be stabbed again, I gradually learned to pretend.

At the age of eighteen, I looked at the sky quietly, recalled the past dribs and drabs, and found that the original perfection was getting old.

Nineteen, the years are like water, and it is the mirror in the world of mortals that cannot be seen through; The past is like smoke, but what can't be waved away is the passage of time; Keep busy, only memories.

Twenty, probably, everyone will meet someone who can't be together. It is difficult to let go, it is too tiring to persist, and love without time is the most painful.

Twenty-one, how to get back the lost years, but the smile you once had can't be separated from your memories.

Twenty-two, some feelings, can only slowly find the original taste by memory, memories are crowded, but have never seen passers-by.

Twenty-three, one day when you think of me, time has precipitated all the mistakes, and you have learned not to ask why. Until one day, love begins to be stingy, will you miss the original heat? Go through your own twists and turns all the way until one day, choose one person to help each other.

Memory is like a trapped animal. It's really not a good thing

Twenty-five, memory is the connecting channel between everyone and the past, connecting the past and the future; Let us know what happened in the past. Everyone's past is different, so we should try our best to protect our memory and not let it fade away quietly. Memories record the joys and sorrows of our childhood.

Twenty-six, I have tasted the long stream of water and found it ordinary and boring. Pursuing passion is just a beautiful excuse not to be lonely. From despair to retreat, panic occupied all my heart, and later I realized that it was a mistake. Since then, every side of every day has only endless thoughts, and memories have become a beautiful and painful dream. Wake up in a daze, you have turned into tears and scattered all over the floor. Looking up at the lonely sky and worrying about it, I bowed my head and slept alone.

Twenty-seven, recalling the past dribs and drabs, turning page after page of memento mori, there is no place to hide the sadness between the eyebrows.

Twenty-eight, a person thought unforgettable memories. Others may have forgotten.

Twenty-nine, are there enough memories to be separated?

30. Without dreams and directions, plan small goals and accomplish them, and live in the present without recalling the past or looking forward to the future. Enrich every day and don't waste your life. Love goes with the flow, work as you please, and study nonstop. Fill the blank brain, nervous and impetuous heart. Make a little progress the next day and be a smart woman.

Thirty-one years old, you are like sunshine, shining into the gloomy place in my heart and stinging my sadness.

Thirty-two, many times we don't need rationality. Reason makes us hesitate and let us miss what we love. Many people didn't know each other at first, but they met by accident. They still have to face separation I look forward to the vastness of darkness in the infinite day, and I choose to cry at night and stay awake all night. I know that only the night is full of my tears, and you all abandon me selfishly. I want to forget you, but I know I'm deceiving myself again. So, my pain really nobody hurts.

33. It suddenly occurred to me that I mentioned that you didn't want to cry.

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

Thirty-five, it is you who pale my waiting and satirize my persistence.