Classic poems about the past

1. Quotations about the past

Looking back on the past, I will not regret for wasting my years, nor will I be ashamed of doing nothing

The past is forgotten like smoke, deep in my heart The world is wide for selflessness

Paul Korchagin "When he looks back on the past, he will not regret for wasting his years, nor will he be ashamed for doing nothing."

Time flies. The past will never come back, the past can only be reminisced

The sorrow is overwhelming, the bitterness is recalled, the past is recalled, the thoughts are endless, the old things are brought up again, the flowers are picked up in the morning and evening, the memory is still fresh, never forgotten, unbearable to look back, The feeling of the past and the past, reviewing the past and learning the new, endless aftertaste, unforgettable

Ten years of life and death are so vast, without thinking about it, it will be unforgettable. Thousands of miles away from the lonely tomb, there is no place to talk about the desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our face is covered with dust, and our temples are like frost. At night, I suddenly return to my hometown with a deep dream. They are dressing up outside the small xuan window. They look at each other without saying anything. Only a thousand tears can be shed. It is expected that the broken heart will be broken every year. On a bright moonlit night, there will be short pine hills.

The rain is gurgling outside the curtain, and the mood of spring is fading. Luo Jian can't bear the cold at dawn. In his dream, he doesn't realize that he is a guest, and he is greedy for pleasure. Don't lean on the railing when you are alone. There are boundless rivers and mountains. It is easy to say goodbye, but it is difficult to see others. The flowers fall when the water flows, and the spring is gone. It is in heaven and on earth.

The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, the cold ducks roost and startle again, we miss each other and know when we will meet each other, it is embarrassing at this time and this night 2. Classic sentences about describing memories

Memories are like a mirror. It is memories that allow me to recall these helpless memories of the two of us.

Maybe I am just a passer-by in your life. I leave quietly just as I came quietly. Looking back on the past, I will not regret wasting my time, nor will I be ashamed of doing nothing.

I know that memories are painful and helpless. The beautiful past events turn into a helpless pity as soon as they are recalled. It is a helplessness to the change of things and people, a helplessness to the fleeting arrows, and a helplessness to the late arrival. Cherish the helplessness. Recalling the past is not to relive the sweetness of the past in the subtle contrast of happiness. What is helpless is that people clearly know that memories only bring endless sorrow and pain in life, but they are always willing to invest in memories. In the abyss, the sad and cold wind invisibly penetrates the body and wraps around the heart. The cold air like a ghost freezes the blood layer by layer, gradually freezing the gentle blood and enthusiasm in our hearts.

But it is the chain of life, connecting our lives together into complete and unique lives. Grow through breakthroughs again and again, mature through freezes again and again. 3. Give some beautiful sentences about the past

Some people say that the past is like lies because there are too many to look back on

But I say that the past is like the fragrance of tea, the bitterness is all within the radius of a cup

In fact, many things are beautiful after passing time

As long as you feel that the memory is precious

It is the best taste in life

Reflecting on you What you see may be ordinary

But it is this green ordinary

With the fragrance behind you

Life is like tea, which can only be savored after tasting

Savor in aftertaste

Here are dozens of famous poems about the past, good

Here are hundreds of beautiful sentences about the past

Okay, give me more points 4. Classic sentences about the passage of time

1. Count the fallen leaves in front of the door, listen to the sound of rain outside the window, the sound of wading through the water sounds this time, you are caught by the rain Is my wet heart still the same?

2. Standing in the cold wind of winter, snowflakes all over the sky are wrapping this cold city. Thinking of the sincere and priceless friendship that passed away, I couldn't help crying.

3. When you walk in the rain, you never hold an umbrella; you have your own sky, and it never rains. 4. During those years, no matter which angle I read you from, you were perfect, and the parts you were missing had already been filled in with the brush of my imagination.

5. Looking back on the past, the days were filled with colorful light and shadow. In the barrier of memory, the once heartbeating voice gradually faded away. 6. The past is a dream sealed in memory, and you are my only vivid memory. The water drops on the green leaves are the tears of longing.

7. I believe that a beautiful life is just a wordless elegy. The loneliness that has spread across my heart has long since turned into ice, and you are the most beautiful note of this season. 8. Missing like wine makes you drunk as soon as you drink it. When you are drunk, you read the sad moonlight with all your passion.

So, the moon was drunk, the night was drunk, and I was drunk too. 9. Who is drunk with the bright moon and melancholy in the setting sun?

10. When you blend into the Milky Way, you will be in peace and light up the sky with the bright moon; when you sink into the grass, you will smile and work together with the breeze to dye the earth green. In this way, we can treat life well and live up to our years.

11. Her sad and beautiful face is a poem that I will never tire of reading in my lifetime. 12. Love is a kind of care. No matter where you go, your heart is tied to the ends of your hair.

13. What is indispensable in life is rainy nights - rainy nights on the pattering ground, alone. On such a rainy night, there are tears in the sky and tears in the candles.

Tears from the sky can be heard, tears from candles can be seen, but what is flowing down the face of this person are little silent and invisible tears. 14. Thoughts like clouds floated here and there, and finally landed on my palm.

Gorgeous like neon clouds, sad like morning mist. I can see you clearly, and you can see me clearly. We are on the same horizon, dreaming different dreams. My dreams are as white as flowers, and your dreams are as red as sunset.

15. The days of chasing and laughing in my childhood flowed through the journey of my life like flowing clouds and flowing water. 16. I once fantasized about traveling around the world under the sun.

17. Don’t let others’ wandering footsteps crush your beautiful dreams of tomorrow. There is no banquet that lasts forever. Maybe this world is really only hazy.

18. Missing is a kind of happy sadness, a kind of sweet melancholy, and a kind of warm pain. Missing is the long accumulation of yesterday and the longing for a better future.

It is precisely because of longing that we have the joy of meeting again after a long separation, the surprise of unexpected encounters, and the toasting celebration when relatives and friends get together. 19. I often think that memory is the most easily blurred thing. As time goes by, it will fade away in groups.

And the boring changes of middle school life gradually faded away. Unforgettable, there are only a few looking back, and they are unbreakably stuck in the memory.

20. In the torrent of life and the world, he will inevitably be like the last dead leaf falling from the tree in early winter, dancing alone and aimlessly in the residual light of the west wind. 21. On a cold night with a bleak autumn wind, after the lonely and wandering moon in the sky gently told me how to describe the most beautiful scenery in my heart, I no longer complained about why there are always too many regrets in life, and no longer sighed. The end of life is always a smoke.

22. Walking alone in the city at dusk, loneliness is dragged by the setting sun into a hunting flag, waving in the surrounding dusk clouds. Walking in the rush of people, I suddenly found that I had lost my direction.

On the streets of a foreign land, I suddenly had such a strong desire for you to come inadvertently, hold my hand, and accompany me on a dark road. 23. In this world, there are some roads that one must face and trek alone.

24. Who has passed a thousand years of time between his fingers? Who asked over and over again if he has ever forgotten me? Waiting for you has exhausted all my sorrow, but there is a desolation in your eyes that I don’t understand. 25. Life is full of white clouds, so many vicissitudes of life and tears float away; life is short, and after all the sweat is shed, so many past events and memories are deposited. 26. The monotonous and dull air suffocated my young heart and entangled my flying wings.

27. The days of my youth were lonely, so lonely that it makes me feel cold just thinking about it now. Only the monotonous shadows watched Liulan with me, listened to the pine breeze, and smelled the fragrance of flowers. 28. We waste our youth and years in the colorful soap bubbles of hope.

29. A lonely tree under a lonely moon is an unattainable charm. 30. I can't sleep every night, I shed tears every day, my tears drown the sun and the moon, and the world is confused. I can't recover the lost years and return to the original pure mooring.

31. I think I will also set up a fishing rod and fish for stories on the other side of the years alone. 32. Loneliness is a helpless choice. Loneliness is because you have not found a suitable companion. Loneliness is for the relief behind loneliness.

The process of loneliness is a process of seeking true love.

33. Be plain but not mediocre, be ordinary but be able to be calm, think and pursue creation in isolation and solitude, be far-sighted and see the dim light of the world.

34. Love the ending after all the prosperity. (It seems to belong to Baby Anne) 35. I like the calmness and melancholy that have been accumulated by the years.

36. All I can do now is to commemorate my passing years with a clumsy text. (I have used this sentence many times in previous texts, haha) 37. I am blue, the music is melodious, my mood is transparent, and my soul is flying.

38. When I see in other people’s trajectories my once so serious and pious, but extremely sad footsteps, I want to cry when I think of myself having traveled through so many mountains and rivers. (Guo Jingming’s, sweat!) 39. The torrent of time has swept away youth and years, leaving only a scarred body deeply marked by time and a vicissitudes of heart.

40. The sun is far more radiant than the moon, but the sun can only travel alone, while the moon is accompanied by stars. Of all things in the world, the sun is actually the loneliest.

41. The beauties of the ages, wearing lotus hats and setting sun, are all nothing but beautiful women who grow old and return to the distant mountains. The only thing that can truly be beautiful and eternal in the heart is an unforgettable moment of memory.

(Excerpted from "Martial Arts") 42. I have experienced youthful companionship. I am grateful, satisfied and have no regrets. 43. Life is sometimes as light as wind and as light as water, sometimes as thick as oil and as strong as wine.

44. When one day you get out of the confusion of life and look back under the sunset, the string behind you. 5. Classic sentences about the flight of time

It’s not that time has forgotten me, it’s that you forgot to take me away. My left hand is a firefly that I can never forget, and my right hand is ten years of long meditation.

In the glitz and glamor of the world, after experiencing all the forms in the world, we have almost forgotten the beginning. Those humble and pure days go further and further away, and there will always be a faint trace in the depths of memory. Watching the time quietly, splashing ink with the fragrance of orchid, every drop of gentleness, deep and meaningful love; kissing the years like fire, the painting and poetry are flying all the way.

Holding a handful of time, holding a piece of understanding, walking through the hustle and bustle of the world, the quiet beauty of the years is still deep in the depths of time. A glimpse of fresh ants and wolfberry palpitations Manxi Meilou Time passes by; years accumulate, and when you turn around, it is a story of time. I believe that time can witness everything.

Time flies by, the dusty past is worth savoring, and the lost youth is still worth remembering. The path traveled leaves the mark of the times and contains the footprints of growth. Time is like a beautiful girl. With a low eyebrow and a smile, some people and some things will be separated by time. We who were high-spirited at the beginning have already been tainted by the years.

Time is like a rushing stream. No matter how you save it, it will eventually flow into the sea. Time flies by in the blink of an eye, and the prosperity of the whole life in the left hand cannot be compared to the scattered smoke and sand in half of the city in the right hand.

Time always quietly accompanies us as we grow older, stealing our youth. When we no longer have the strength to sigh, it will stop and watch you grieve with a half-smile. To another world, or to be safe. Time can make deep things become deeper and deeper, and it can also make shallow things become shallower. Time tells us that love must grow with time, because the best love is in the deepest part of time.

Time is the best medicine to heal pain. It can make people learn to forget and let go. The most beautiful years are who you meet, and the deepest world is who you miss. Time always disappears from our fingers inadvertently. Before we have time to appreciate it, it is gone forever.

The passing years are like small splashes of water, quietly washing away the old and yellowed thoughts, like a soundless image, and then disappearing. Years have passed, and the lonely figure is shining brightly, leaning on the past and looking back at the past. Time is an executioner, erasing each of us in the past and present.

As the years pass by and the dust has passed away, watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, that season of falling flowers contains so many memories of annual rings and so many happy pasts.

The past is like smoke, shaking off the dust on the ground. The years are like falling flowers and flowing water for us. Time is always in a hurry, too hasty.