Sentences about happy hours

1, maybe my heart will miss you often. Think about the happy time to see you every day. I still leave a message about you where there is no you.

The children came back from school early and were busy flying kites in the east wind. Xiao He only showed his sharp corners. One weekend, a dragonfly stood on his head. With the gentle spring breeze and cheerful songs, kites flew into the sky one after another, and butterflies, dragonflies and centipedes danced in competition. Colorful kites fly in the blue sky with childhood dreams and good wishes.

Life is like a high-speed train, and first love is like beautiful scenery on the roadside. We can sit in the car and enjoy it quietly, but we can't jump out of the car and linger. After all, the terminal is.

4. A quiet life is called helplessness. I have been silent for a long time. What language should I use to describe my expectation and nostalgia? Looking at the sky quietly, recalling the past bits and pieces, I found that the original perfection has gradually grown old.

When too many thoughts are accumulated, they are as deep as a burden, which will make some words in distant memories float to the mouth and make people want to listen to them again. Because no one can send it, I can only borrow a pair of ears and tell it to myself.

6. Walking on the road of life, we smile that flowers bloom and leaves fall outside the window, watching the clouds roll and the wind stop, and the best time reflects the clearest shadow in that cloud and is permanently imprinted in our minds.

7. Childhood is like a cup of strong coffee, which warms your heart. Childhood is like a cup of light tea, which makes you memorable. Childhood is like a rainbow of storms; Colorful and dazzling; Childhood is like the afterglow of the sunset, so unforgettable; Just like that winding path, it makes you grow. The wind can't blow away this warm memory; Rain is falling all can't hide this moving melody, only the lovely sunshine shines and is preserved.

8. All love, all hate, all wet memories of heavy rain, all camphor trees, all tears and hugs, all unforgettable burning years, all prosperous and scattered lives all rush to a grand death together in the summer that never comes.

9. I like myself now, and I miss us in the past. Don't say wish me happiness after you leave. Who are you to wish me happiness? I miss it, and you no longer miss it. I am nostalgic because I can't see you and the future.

10, that wonderful time is called youth. The smiling face in memory has become a photo of the permanent representative, a yellowed photo and a diary of the mood, all of which have become the weights we miss now. We walk together and laugh together.