Recalling the past sentences can go back to the past, but not to the original _ beautiful sentences.

First, some things are doomed to become the past; Some feelings are destined to be memories; Some things are destined to happen so much; Some pictures are destined to stay only once.

Second, memory is a pot of tea, a pot of dissolved tea cut with emotional water: rolling, ups and downs, cooling and calming, just like ups and downs, a happy and sad life will eventually end in the plain beauty of "everything is optimistic and everything is right".

Third, who paled my waiting and satirized my persistence.

Fourth, why bother? Torture each other like this? I can't understand your idea! Will I really be happy if I give up? Think about our past. Maybe this is the good memory you want. Let me ask you a classic. I did it. So I won't apologize for anything.

My heart refuses to admit that my life belongs to the damp and dark underground, and your sunshine reflects my heart, but you hesitate to let go of my life.

6. When the kite is tired of the sky, will it fall into the sea without hesitation?

Seven, die in the sun, die in the most gorgeous surrounded, be elated but open tea.

Eight, the world is so dirty. Who is qualified to say sadness?

You are the last thing I want to say, because if I say you, you will be angry, but as a friend. Don't go astray. If you compare with them, you will only belittle yourself. If you succeed in the future, they will only be ants under your feet and scum of the future society. Don't take face too seriously. Sometimes, face will only become a stumbling block to your space. You can spend as much as you can. If you exceed your ability, it will become a burden to you. You can't breathe, but you have to put it down.

Ten, there is a kind of love, obviously deep love, but can't say it; There is a kind of love that obviously wants to give up, but can't give up; There is a kind of love, knowing it is suffering, but? Do not open it; There is a kind of love, knowing that there is no way out, but the heart can't be redeemed.

1 1. Bend your heart quietly and don't let the lingering fear disappear. My mind is in a mess. Suddenly sadness comes from it, and sadness comes from it.

I can forget a name and a voice, but I can't forget a relationship or a person. Your departure is like a meteor passing through midnight, and it will last for a long time. Whenever I look up at the starry sky, I feel bitter in my heart.

Thirteen, recalling the past, dribs and drabs gradually blurred in the fundus. Finally, as the tears spread, they evaporate together in pores and humid air. Reach out and let the snow outside the window fall on your palm. It was cold in an instant, and then it disappeared a little. Sad laughter echoed in the snowy night sky. No response, no response. Not missing. I want to remember something through the barrier of snowflakes. Only to find that. In the end, I was not missed by anyone. This is more sad than loneliness.

Fourteen, what we said, what we did, the road we walked, and the people we met are all memories of our future. Don't cherish yesterday, don't look forward to tomorrow, just live every day carefully. Say what you can, do what you can, take the right path and meet the people you want to meet. Down-to-earth, don't ignore, don't waste time, fate has no chance, everything goes with fate, keep a good mood, even if you are heartbroken, you must have the most beautiful posture.

Fifteen, waiting is the most humble term in the world.

I have no feelings for him. I don't love her anymore Why is this happening? It turns out that our love lost to time.

17. Are you crazy? Hiding in the pool? In memory, looking for? Are you resistant to cockroaches? Smile.

18. Even if you can't forget some memories, pretend you can't remember them.

19. Memory is a photo, an old photo that is yellow and faded. Staring silently, youth is gone, beauty is gone, and the past is old. Tear drops, fall, words can't say, can't say.

Twenty, flashy life, forget a season. Empty memories disturb the lingering. The smile is gone, and Qian Qian is absolutely lonely. String, thinking about China. Those years were like a dream. Like running water, it's gone forever. Don't leave crying, don't complain about the last sadness.

I believe you are still here and never left. My love is like an angel guarding you. If you know this place, I will find an angel to love you for me!

Twenty-two, many times we don't need rationality. Rationality makes us hesitate and makes 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.

Twenty-three, everything is like water. When I want to look back, I am only a mess, just like maple leaves floating on the water, leaving only slight ripples. It seems that everything is so calm, only time is painful and obscene. .....

Change your life with my three fireworks.

25. Lonely people always remember everyone who appears in their lives, just as I always think of you.

26. Am I too concerned about her? Maybe it's just that she doesn't care about me, and we all exist in each other's memories.

Twenty-seven, one is a gorgeous and short-lived dream, and the other is a cruel and long reality.

Twenty-eight, memory is a frame of photos, an old photo with yellowing and fading. Staring silently, youth is gone, beauty is gone, and the past is old. Tear drops, fall, words can't say, can't say.

Twenty-nine, the quiet wind invisibly passes through the body and winds around the heart. Yin Ling-like cold freezes the painstaking efforts layer by layer, gradually freezing the blood and enthusiasm in our hearts. But it is the life chain of life, which connects our lives together and becomes a complete and unique life.

Thirty, you can go back to the past, but you can't go back to the beginning.

Thirty-one, all day, I was sleepy in the faded years with those memories that were about to rot. Turn into layers of turbidity and present.

Thirty-two, secular noise and light, secular happiness and happiness, like a clean stream, in the wind, in front of my eyes, Mimi, warm as a spring, I have no extravagant hopes, I just hope you are happy, not sad.