Classic sentences about the back

1. Missing is a legendary distance. You can see its back, but you can't feel its breath. Missing is the wing of love, flying in the sky of love without tears; Missing is your smiling eyes, my memory, the warmth of your palm, and my clenched pity; Missing is the loneliness of turning around, the colorful flowers falling in my dream, and my helplessness. I miss writing about the loneliness in autumn, your tenderness, my stream and the breath of spring raindrops.

People often say that my father loves me like a mountain, but in my opinion, my father's love for me is not as strict as a mountain, but sometimes it is as gentle as water.

My father is a truck driver. He is over 1.8 meters tall. His ordinary face is full of hardships and difficulties in driving every day. He has a pair of bright eyes, but after every day's storm, there is a trace of sadness in his bright eyes. Zhang greatly's mouth seems to be full of laughter all day.

When I miss you, my heart is smiling. I will look for your back in the vast sea of people, a beautiful time, the blooming flowers in my memory, and turn the moment into eternity. You are the warmest blessing in my heart, guarding the vicissitudes of life, and you are my tireless love for thousands of years. When I miss you, I write words with my thoughts, so that every heartache of missing you turns into a petal rain, flying in time and space.

Put on an elegant piece of music and a cup of faint fragrant tea, and I will look for your shadow between the lines. The love of that life, the fluttering snowflake, is full of my thoughts. In my blurred eyes, I am dancing with unspeakable loneliness. A little bit of acacia, floating in the wind, dancing. I remember your beauty in this sacred world. Your lonely back has become my yearning for life after life.

6. The midnight wind is always so cold, and the cold of bone erosion penetrates the barrier of thought, and the night becomes awkward. Inexplicably like the back of passers-by, feeling very hazy, very distant artistic conception, deep and ethereal, quiet and boundless. There is also a quiet loneliness and extreme loneliness.

7. Not all memories are beautiful, and not all people are worth remembering. The river of time is too long, and most people and things will be washed away mercilessly. However, everything related to youth will always sink to the bottom of the river and become an indelible and beautiful memory. What makes us forget may not be those things and people, but our lost dreams and * *.

8. In the dead of night, why do beautiful women cry quietly, and they are entangled in a trace? Who has dumped the thoughts of the end of the world? The Tao is that lovesickness is not paired, and it can't be erased, and it can't stay, and it always lingers, and strangers leave; It's hard to say that love is the loss of parting, but when I think about it, my back is faint and bleak. It's really sad I made a promise to grow old together, went to my corner, was scolded by myself and lived a sad life.

9. Gradually, that figure has left my sight far away, not because my eyes are dim, but because his persistence has already penetrated into my bone marrow.

10. Walking into the park, strolling along the moat, and walking on the major streets, the autumn decorated with ginkgo is particularly magnificent and affectionate. Against the background of yellow leaves, the back of an old man is sincere and vicissitudes in your eyes, which can give you a lot of inspiration in life.

1 1, you are a love song, a poem of the soul. You rowed the boat, stood the ark, and chased your weak back with sails. From a distance, you are a flower party that I can't bloom as scheduled in my life, which makes me reluctant to put down my pen and love the world of mortals alone. It's hard to describe.

12, if one day, you say you love me, I will tell you that I am waiting for you; If one day, you leave me, I won't keep you, I know you have your reasons; If one day, we pass by, I will stop and stare at your distant back and tell myself that I once loved that person. Maybe a person can love many times in his life, but there is always one person who can make us laugh the most brilliantly, cry the most thoroughly and think the most deeply.

13, youth passed behind her, and an inch of light missed the corridor where she was leaning. She also holds a book and a melancholy text of Xu Zhimo, reading a ray of dullness and sadness. One second tears flow, the next trace is dry. Heartless children are always like this. They crossed a bridge and forgot the last one. Every time they want to stand in the highest place to see the scenery, they are still fascinated by the wind.

14, the noise and chaos of the city make us forget the shadows of the moon and stars. Perhaps, when we walk in the countryside, we suddenly feel that we used to live in the city, so why do we seldom see the sky in the city? Is it really because life and work are so hurried that we are not in the mood to take care of the shadows of the moon and stars in the city?

15, I saw him wearing a small black hat, a big black jacket and a dark blue cotton robe, stumbling to the railway and slowly leaning down. It's not difficult. But it is not easy for him to climb the platform over there when he crosses the railway. He climbed up with both hands, and his feet shrank again; His fat body leans slightly to the left, showing signs of hard work.

16. In my opinion, the back is a meaningful poem, a painting with a long lasting charm, a song bearing memories, and an endless book. Of all the video works, I still think the back is the most beautiful!

17, shallow eyebrows and lips, light candlelight, light dusk. The trees in the empty courtyard are singing birds, and the evening breeze gently blows up dust. Cold night rain cold sleeves, dark clouds hurt. Mottled tears in the mottled mirror, vaguely rouge vaguely traces. Lonely windows, lonely moons, desolate people under bleak lamps. Acacia pillow acacia dream, three stones on the soul.

18, the distant mountains are like Dai, the misty fog marks linger in the green south of the Yangtze River, and three paths * * gently show the traces of my heart along the ink fragrance. A woman who is worried on the vine swings, in the passage of the sunset, picks up a memory covered with moss and flows back in the lush season.

19, in the story of experience, there is no need to ask how many true feelings there are, and there is no need to explore who lost their true feelings and who lost their years; In the corner of the fleeting time, there will always be many encounters like flowers in the water and the moon in the mirror, leaving only a beautiful and illusory back, and then rushing to go their separate ways.

20. Sit quietly in the car by the window, lean your head against the window, look at your happy but reluctant smile, look at your lonely but still warm back, my eyes are fixed on the moment you leave, and my heart can't be taken back anymore. The scenery outside the window is constantly changing, but you are the only one in my eyes Your smile accompanies me on journey after journey, and my heart accompanies you season after season.

2 1, far away, I look at your back, and your black hair is tied behind your head with a bunch of big red ribbons, just like a waterfall pouring down from a mountain stream at the foot of a quiet mountain.

22. My father is an ordinary father, and I am also an ordinary child. My father loves me, just as every ordinary father loves their ordinary children. There are not many touching stories between us, and there is no painful reality that makes people cry. But one thing is true: I love my father, and my father loves me.

23. Fatherly love always blooms in severity; Fatherly love always appears when you need it. Father's love always puzzles us, but only when we fully understand it can we know his good intentions.

When crossing the railway, he first scattered oranges on the ground, climbed down slowly by himself, and then picked them up and walked away. When I arrived here, I hurried to help him.

25. You seem to have lost weight and long hair. The strangeness of your back makes me feel as if I saw you in the last century. Then you open your mouth and call my name, and I want to laugh. It seems that I just finished school and waited for you at the door for only five minutes.

26. Darkness continues to spread in all directions, and the lights on both sides of the street are still brilliant, except for the shadow of one more person. Dim light slowly drifts into the unknown world in the endless night sky, and no one will write history to commemorate it.

27, autumn rain, fallen leaves, music, rendering a person's dull inner world, standing on the ferry of missing, I listen to the sound of the night alone, I gently touch the black hair of the night, I endlessly recall past experiences, come and go, near and far, time flies like leaves.

28. The gorgeous night sky failed to keep the distant figure. I want to say thank you for facing this distant back, so that I can still have my own imagination and understanding in this noise. It's a relief for yourself and a redemption for yourself. The night outside is gathering and dispersing. Please allow me to pray for a better life for homeless people in this way.

As for me, I can never find a word that contains love and reverence to describe my father. Never give up the back, those heads that stick to the stone are as silent as their father, only the wind, spare no effort to shake the shadows and swim in their father's land. The rustling sound of the pen tip quieted down and closed my eyes. The curved figure came back to my eyes.

30. Father, the sky is wider than the ocean, and your heart is wider than the sky. The wrinkles on the forehead and the silver hair on the head record the ups and downs. Your life is a magnificent poem.

3 1, Dad, is a sacred title. Its love is invisible, but its love is the most touching!

32. It's raining quietly. My father left with me for this family. He said a lot to me when he left. My heart became very heavy. Looking at his thin and warm back, with the sound of car horns, he gradually disappeared into the hazy drizzle. My tears and rain are intertwined!

Looking at your back, I think your eyes are blurred. God really won't arrange for us to play such a game. I didn't wave goodbye, it was already chilly. Not long after, a heavy snow fell all over the ground, covering the glacier with a thick layer of snow, and you will never be seen in the glacier again.

It's him, standing quietly by the Qingshui River, looking into the distance. The lonely back makes me fall into a net called acacia. What is this? I don't know, the only thing I know is that looking at him is like a rainbow on the horizon, out of reach, only missing.

35. In the bright sunshine, the back in my eyes became more and more blurred, like a little ink spilled on the sun, which was finally washed away. Sporadic memory rope wrapped around the cold fingertips, waved away. I turn my back on the sun, learn your movements, walk the way you have walked, feel your gentle warmth like water, hold my head high and fight back tears, and record your lonely back with my heart.

36. I looked at his slightly bent back, bit my lip hard, smiled and nodded to him, and my father walked away. I will often visit you at your tombstone and give you your favorite things.

37. I like to think of you like this, which makes my heart soft and painful and happy. Inadvertently, I will miss your name, your back, your warm smile, your words, hold you in the rain, join hands with you in the faint moonlight, and then grow old together.

38. There are always some roads in life, and you need to go by yourself. There are always some things you need to do by yourself. No matter whether it is rough or flat, some roads and things must be faced by themselves, and no one, no matter how near or far, can replace them. Difficulties, we have to bear, rejoice, we have to feel. But if we have a grateful heart and an indifferent attitude, we will walk steadily and have a good time.

39. I tell you frankly that I like to see your back. You smiled and asked me why my back was not beautiful. I said, because the back of one of my relatives is exactly the same as yours, I remembered his shadow. You nodded, you missed him, and I can understand you. You shook your head gently and shrugged helplessly. Forget it. I'll take you home.

40. The past is the past, and the past is long gone. Be yourself. We can't love only one person in our life, but there is often one person who makes you smile the sweetest. Missing someone is like drinking a glass of cold water, and then dripping into tears. Memories often open up sweetness and bitterness in dim lights and become the most beautiful scenery. Old beauty cannot be destroyed in metabolism.

4 1, my father's words and deeds have benefited me a lot and I am ashamed for life. Because I think my father will always be taller than me.

42. I squatted by the window, looking at it hard, looking for my father. Seeing my father's slightly hunched back in the distance, I staggered slowly, and my thin back became smaller and smaller in my sight. Through the glass window, I sobbed loudly at my father's back; Dad, dad and daughter will take care of themselves, don't worry.

43. I always want others to know my feelings, those heavy, those unspeakable sadness and desolation. However, how can I draw all my life wheels for you on shallow paper? How can I make you understand?

44. Once you, maybe you really loved him, but you only loved the impossible back and unforgettable memories. Why not let go, because we want to be happy, and we want to make ourselves happy.

45. The back of your departure still lingers in front of my eyes, like a fog that can't be waved away ... Do you really know? Stories that have been accumulated for three months are rotting in my heart, and I really can't find any traces of my dreams. Although the weather was fine that day, when the north wind roared, I felt as if I were in a severe winter.

46. What is the mystery behind worrying about Qingyuan and not understanding everything in the world? I can't see through the scenery of the world, and I don't understand the customs of the world. Ren is slowly silent in the fleeting time; Ren shallot gradually turns yellow in the process of change. It's just that the figure who turned away refused to leave easily, disturbing the inner peace from time to time, leading to emotional growth.

47. When I was growing up, my father gave me great love, which made me unforgettable, moved and admired.

48. There is still silence in the familiar memory, and the veil of the sky is slowly lifted; Deep starry sky, dim light and shadow are hidden in the newly awakened face, and a few drops of crisp dew are swaying in the heavy night sky.

49. My father's thin figure, like an immortal lighthouse, shows me how to go in the future. It reminds me that no matter when I was a student or when I set foot on the three-foot platform today, I should be a strong man of knowledge and a real material of society.

50. Take a wisp of warm wind, knead it into a white quill pen, dive into the water again and again in the stream, on the lake and by the sea, express your name, make fine lines, shine at any time, swim with the years and integrate into life. Beautiful people, what you can see is your back, but what you can't see is your back, which has already been integrated into my heart.

5 1, because of missing, people will write sad and moving sentences, because of rich emotions, people will be crazy to find them. Because of a sad glance, people will miss this day. It makes people feel so sad because they pass by, and you will try your best to make you remember your back, because you never know. On such a day, such youth is helpless.

52. My father is a firm and cold man who never seems to give in. However, my father is willing to bow his head and let me sit on his shoulder. He enjoys it.

53, a person's world, a person listening to music, a person walking, a person drinking, a person sad, a person happy, a person talking to himself, a person humming and singing, a person waiting for the moon to set in the morning, a person walking through ups and downs, a person living, really lonely, very lonely.

54. Although my father is not good at expression, he is a person with simple feelings. For a long time, my father was like a cold and distant statue in my heart.

55. Dream for a year, the sea laughs, and time flies. Many people follow their dreams. There are many things that go with the wind. By the window and the bar, you can see the scenery all over. Who was whose? Who is whose forever? Who wears long hair for whom? Who faded away from desolation for whom? Sometimes, rejection is just a shadow. Looking back, what drives you to leave is sadness, but what drives you to leave is missing.

56. Some shadows are always swaying with time and lingering. White hair, crawling in the cold sunshine in winter, in the biting wind, in the eyes of passers-by who are more biting than the north wind. Then, inadvertently looking back, I saw my father hiding in the depths of this time.

57. The disappearing back, together with the floating crowd, has long been desolate. Who is whose who? Falling into the world is just a grain of dust under time. Those days, those loves, drifted away. Stay in my heart, faint thoughts, like a breeze, blowing across each other's faces.

58. Who holds whose hand and meets in this life and the next? The vows of eternal love, my back is drifting away, leaving me alone to wait for an ancient myth. Who accompanied who broke the bridge and sent away how many twilight drums and morning bells? Now, the broken bridge is still the same, and only the hearts of the people are exchanged. You suddenly left me alone to look for traces of yesterday, and I smiled gently, just for this heartbreaking relationship.

There is no need to decorate young hearts with heaviness. The vicissitudes of the surface and the seriousness of the appearance can't make you a philosopher; Without all your friends, all you have is a lonely back. Since I can't be profound now, I'll make myself relaxed. People with sad faces can't hear the sound of flowers clearly; People who pretend to be themselves can't understand the excitement of frogs.

60. Remember the past, after all, you are tired and stand at the peak. Tears in my eyes keep me from seeing the distance, and I can't stand it for a second. The blurred vision is lost in an instant, and I can't find your back now. After a long time, tears began to dry up. What is clear is that you left a strange scenery and a strange life.

6 1, wearing a small black hat, a big black jacket and a dark blue cotton gown, he hobbled to the railway and slowly leaned down. It's not difficult.

62, noisy street, watching your shrinking figure, unable to wave, tears unconsciously shed, doomed to separate, at this moment, we are all silently praying for each other in our hearts. Countless quiet nights can't erase the memory of that day I can only watch you leave in a hurry with more white hair. Father, how are you? When I wake up at midnight, I always feel sour when I think of your lonely back.

63. Father He has black hair, big eyes and thick black eyebrows. Father likes computers very much. A pair of powerful big hands move freely on the keyboard, like two butterflies dancing on it.

64. My father is a strong and optimistic person, trying to avoid his father's many hardships in the past. I never understood where my father's strength came from until now.

Sometimes, I suddenly want to cry, but I feel sad and can't cry. Sometimes in the dead of night, I suddenly feel that I can't sleep, but I stubbornly don't want to sleep. Sometimes, when you walk through a familiar street corner and see a familiar back, you will suddenly think of a person's face. Sometimes, I have a lot to say in my heart, but I don't know how to express it. Sometimes, I really want to indulge myself and hope that I will go crazy hysterically.

66. My father went out with a bag full of fertilizer on his back, and I quietly followed him. Father certainly didn't know, because he didn't look back that day.

67. At that time, the flood of light scattered us. When your distant back becomes desolate, my world becomes quieter every day. I know, in the future, I will take a strange road and watch strange scenery alone for a lifetime. Maybe I can only see you again in my memory, the world of mortals is like a dream. And I met you in the deepest part of the world of mortals? Leave in a hurry under the light of wind and clouds.

68. Stop and go Mo Wen; Under the moon, white bones are wrapped in red, looking back at the blue pupil and seeing the back of strangers. Hundreds of ghosts walk at night, attracting the west, cutting bones into flutes and singing. The skeleton woman wrote, drew a human skin, wrapped in a red dress, beautiful and vague.

69. The Zen room is spotless, and a cup of light tea turns from hot to cold. Futon, wooden fish and scriptures tell the loneliness of Buddha, but they are also ethereal and calm through the world of mortals. Listening to Sanskrit and looking at the clock engraved with Sanskrit, my heart was unconsciously infected and became clear and quiet. I think I must have been a dust in a Buddhist temple in my last life, listening to Sanskrit and Buddha's teachings every day. The heart is bodhi, and the world can still laugh as before after suffering.

70, learn to give up, turn around and leave before crying, leaving a simple back; Learn to give up, bury yesterday in your heart and leave the best memories; Learn to give up, you can have a more relaxed start, and the black and blue love is not necessarily unforgettable. In fact, life doesn't need this meaningless persistence. You really can't give up without anything. Learning to give up will make life easier.

7 1, the love of this life is worthy of lovesickness, and the flowers shake their tears. Don't look back. I'm just drunk for the Iraqis. How can you be as cold as ice if you can't control yourself if you are unfathomable? I will miss a pot of warmth and drink the past; Wandering around the world, just smiling for the beautiful scenery, but not missing this drop, it makes people feel deeply grieved! Where we met, the purple smoke was long, the horizon was broken, and the words were still bleak. If true, if false; I'm stupid, I can laugh.

72. My father is a giant, supporting a living space for me. My father is like a mountain, shouldering all the burdens and making my life easy and safe. My father is like an umbrella, covering all the storms and leaving me with sunshine and warmth. My father is like the sun, illuminating my heart and keeping me sunny forever.

73. The night came quietly. I saw a faint light in the distance, so close at hand, so far away, but so obvious. Under the light, who is the lonely figure, alone, sometimes leaning on the seat, sometimes walking around, and sometimes squatting in the same place in frustration. Like waiting for someone, but that person seems to be delayed in the future!

74. You are still so short, just like a grain of sand standing on the edge of a stone. However, you will not be discouraged. I remember that your back after running every day is slowly elongated under the reflection of the morning light, just like growing taller. You must like this, right?

75. The father loves deeply. It's like a cup of strong tea. It is bitter at first, and has a faint fragrance after careful tasting. A father's love is like a lake, and any discomfort of a daughter will ripple. Father's love will accompany me through loneliness, failure and success.

76. My father stood on the shore and watched the scattered days and nights that made up his whole youth slip away irretrievably at a constant speed like running water.

77. The years of dancing in quicksand pour at your fingertips. Perhaps, fate is predestined. On the familiar river bank, there will be no more blue boats, and there will be no more hands-on backs. Perhaps, fate is predestined, and that river, in the future, will only sing shallow songs slowly, and will only whisper a sigh.

78. Are you really happy when everything is zero? It's good that all this is left by the back. Look at the back behind you, not far away, what a small back, completely full of eyes, want to get close to this, that small back, look at this stubborn back, just walk away, disappear into the corner of your eye, disillusioned in the wind.

79. Thank you for making me unable to live in your eyes, so that I can embrace your back and have more regrets to firmly remember all the imperfections; Thank you, I can't hug your back, so I can become your back, hide in a quiet corner, don't look back, don't cherish.

I miss the turbulent days. I silently looked at the distant back, quietly and seriously read the pain and sadness you gave me. I have prayed a thousand times that you can read my mind deeply, and I have prayed a thousand times that you can understand the pain behind my smile.

8 1, you left, leaving the sight of people who are familiar with you, including me. Once upon a time, you were a white back who often appeared in front of me. You left me more of your back, only your back. I look at my favorite white lining your back, like watching a cloud line, out of reach.

82. Father is a mountain, and father's love is water. He drove away all the demons and left a bright side. Father is poetry, and father's love is rhyme. He makes our life better.

83. In spring, warm sentences will be written in emotional language, and the petals will set off a romantic background with fashionable colors. I will make love with my willful heartbeat for a lifetime, unchanged, dear, thinking of you.

84. The words of youth are getting rusty, and the rings are always easy to be branded with old marks. What you think will last forever is actually not around in an instant. People who have loved and missed will easily become strangers who have been familiar with them. Once pure and innocent, once beautiful dreams, slowly dissipated with the reincarnation of the four seasons.

85. I don't believe your determination to leave, leaving me with a broken dream. Today I want to say thank you! In this way, I can miss your back and care about my life deeply. Even if it is a broken bridge, my broken feelings will be better. The period of regret will last a lifetime. The back is like the setting sun of a meteor, extending my desire. I won't really get drunk and dream, but I am also dreaming happily. It is really the end of youth, and the dream is chasing the soul. You should thank the years for their deep affection for you!