Sentences about years

1, if the sum of years is just an exclamation point, let the west wind sweep away the fallen leaves and get rid of them thoroughly and mercilessly.

2. Last night in the middle of the night, the pillow clearly heard that it was snowing here. It's better to stand quietly in the snow outside the cold and clothed house. What are you thinking? Maybe it's for that long-cherished wish and a long-term agreement.

In the years with you, I would like to listen to the most beautiful voice in your heart with my saddest gesture.

4. When I am old, the past is on the left and I am on the right. A sad pen can't write the success or failure of a flower. In the corner of the years, a tree of autumn flowers is dizzy and lonely, and the hazy autumn frost has faded from memory.

5, the stars flow, sad reincarnation, the past is empty, but it blooms in the brightest place in the dream. An ordinary piece of paper, painted with fleeting sadness and shallow ink on one side, tells the dream of the years.

6, a thought origin, the barrier door opens, a thought edge disappears, and the sex is empty. Since then, the heart has rested, the mind has stopped, and people have dispersed. Let the lost and forgotten years drift away in the dust of the years. The easiest thing to change in the world is the human heart. The indifference of the world is only the warmth and coldness of human feelings. People who once said they would never part have already parted ways, and people who originally wanted to be together have withered in the years.

7, increasingly bleak, flowers thank the moon. People are getting thinner and thinner, and Xie Feng left. After years of autumn flocculant, residual red dance. Twilight shadows, cold strings. Lotus seeds withered in the rain, and tears fell into the phoenix pool. Love is cool. Fingers sharp, words cold. Dewdrops condense in the middle of the night and the flowers are wet. Sink fish and fall wild goose. Who frowned? Lonely shadow tossing and turning, my heart is cold. Spoony and helpless, I remember. Elaine wants to say, why don't you rest?

8. Flowers are like brocade and waves are soft. Pale face sighing, time dancing window, running water not afraid of light, my heart full of tears, lonely in my empty cage. The ups and downs of the sun and the moon, the drunkenness of vicissitudes of life, the eternal breath, drift like a dream, youth is fleeting, flowers are fading, ruthlessness is the four seasons, and the desire to stay fragrant makes the fallen leaves fill the sky.

9. It's windy and I can't sleep at night. The wind is blowing gently, the rain is falling little by little, and it is spring again tonight. Who stood at the window and stared at it? Looking back over the years, some things don't need to be picked up, they are already in my heart; Some people don't need to remember, but they can't get rid of it ... The past is vaguely warm, and quietly feel its meaning and length. I don't know how many times I have written fragments of time, where there are countless memories of the past, unspeakable pain and laughter.

10, I have been waiting for my past love at Acacia Ferry. I never thought about it, but I left my feelings in this life on the other side. The cold wind started again. I drank a pot of wine for many years and lay on the bow, dancing alone with the moonlight, but I also added several new injuries.

1 1, the heart has not stopped, and the thoughts are still there; Before the song is finished, people have dispersed, and unforgettable memories for many years have already been scattered in the vicissitudes of life. It doesn't matter who vows eternal love to whom in fairy tales. Time is stranded, maybe some feelings, meeting and crossing, are already the best ending.

12, the past danced with the wind. After several years, the years turned over, but the story fell on the casual ruins and never recovered. This time when I got it, the clear dream in my heart looked so pale and powerless in the moonlight.

13, a roll of incense, four sexes follow. Spend a crazy and intoxicated time, cut the most beautiful world of mortals and take a leisurely walk in life. Su Jin's architecture, after years of dust, has a bright and lonely time, enjoying the quiet beauty of their years in colorful, shallow, painful and cool places, letting it rain wildly and let it rise.

14, I still cling to you like a breeze clinging to mountains; Butterflies cling to petals; The spring is connected to the stream; Clouds are attached to the blue sky. Therefore, I miss you and never care that you have been gone for so long and the years have passed. It's never because you're so far away, Qian Shan. With tears in my eyes, I searched all the houses in the village, but I couldn't find the smoke of the past.

15, maybe one day, at some point, I will occasionally think of the past and think of you. I will sit under a pine tree in the sunset. I am on the shore of the moonlight, or I have waited for a hundred years. I will ask myself again, is there anyone looking for me, is there anyone waiting for me, and is there anyone thinking about me? If I can see you, it will be many years later. How can I greet you with tears and silence? Maybe smile and say: long time no see.

16, those feelings that stir the bottom of my heart have been gentle for many years, but they can't resist the drift of time. Looking back suddenly, the years are just quicksand, and you and I only meet occasionally. You will always be a dream that I can't reach, and you will always be a flower on the other side that I can't touch!

17, tender as water, like a dream, the ends of the earth, misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the ancient blue road, dependent on each other under the umbrella, sighing only that it is the old scene, smiling and fragrant, swaying, intoxicated alone, the years have passed, and there are thousands of customs. Who will spend time with Jinse? In an instant, Fanghua fireworks are easy to cool.

18, tender as water, like a dream, the ends of the earth, misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the ancient blue road, dependent on each other under the umbrella, sighing only that it is the old scene, smiling and fragrant, swaying, intoxicated alone, the years have passed, and there are thousands of customs. Who will be with you? In an instant, Fanghua fireworks are easy to cool.

19. After many years, when we open our eyes full of vicissitudes, can we still see the familiar smiling faces that once accompanied us? When we stretch out our tired hands again, can we still hold on to the figure that once joined hands at dusk?

20. Leng Yue, a cold star outside the window, faces the candlelight in the long night through the fog. My face is sad, my hair is not combed, my brow is locked, and I have spent a long time in cold and hot weather, and I have never been strange in this year. Sanshengshi, Sanshenglu, Shishan loves dust and returns to the earth, and I miss you, who cares about flowers, and there is no air in life; I am grateful that you have won countless victories in the world, and I hope to be as close as ever when I see you again. I just want to live my whole life with the true feelings of three lives.