Time makes people grow old.

1. I know that I will eventually grow old, but I stand at the end of youth and look at it quietly, looking forward to the smile of the wind, and looking forward to keeping my heart warm until I grow old. Watching the passing years slip by my fingertips, I still understand that youth and I have not just met.

2. I put down the pen and gently closed my diary. The whole year ended like this in one afternoon.

3. 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.

4. Time flies by, the dusty past is worth savoring, and the lost youth is still worth recalling. The path traveled leaves the mark of the times and contains the footprints of growth.

5. Those things we thought we would never forget are forgotten by us in the process of remembering them year after year.

6. The days of chasing and laughing in my childhood flow like clouds and flowing water in the journey of my life.

7. Time cannot be seen or touched. Just when you are not paying attention, it has quietly passed you by. Maybe you have waited, but what can you do? What? You still have to think about it. So we must cherish time and cherish time.

8. Time always quietly accompanies us as we grow older, stealing our youth. When we no longer have the strength to sigh, he will stop and look at us with a half-smile. You move sadly to another world, or to peace.

9. Time passes; years accumulate, and when you turn around, it is a story of time. I believe that time can witness everything.

10. I am busy every day and want to keep you, but I don’t know what I am doing. You still walked without any hesitation. The second hand moves little by little. A week has passed, a month has passed, and a year has passed! I seem to have done nothing! I can only sigh helplessly. Looking at the drizzle outside the window, I wanted to get some comfort.

11. Once I was young and embraced the sunshine; I once worked hard and chased my dreams; I once struggled, like a lost lamb.

12. At the beginning and end of life, sorrow, joy, quarrels, cold wars and sweetness are all your stories. Supporting each other and interpreting true love, it turns out that life is fleeting and fleeting.

13. The years awaken in the yellowed photos, how many annual rings have woven so many wrinkles, the hard work of starting a business, the labor of youthful life, you poured out all your treasures into me, which you have no one to share. But proud of the loneliness.

14. What can I do in the thousands of days? I’m afraid I can only live in a hurry. The past days are like thin mist, blown away by the wind and dampened by the rain. So what traces has youth left on me? The traces of time.

15. My days are turning page by page. In the blink of an eye, I turn from winter to summer, my clothes change from complicated to simple, and my shoes change from warm to cool, but my consciousness is still sinking. Always looking for appropriate reasons for his actions to defend his helpless necessity of wasting his time. I don’t bother asking for anyone else’s understanding, just to let the other person with conscience who lives in the same body get rid of the guilt and continue to spend time. I was killing time and cutting off my own life with my own hands. How on earth should a human being survive? I am always looking for answers, wandering around in a negative world without direction and feeling tired.

16. A journey of mist and rain, full of dust and dust, and the years are at your fingertips. Once upon a time, our splendor was gone, the growth rings were engraved on our eyebrows, and the vicissitudes of life were written all over our faces.

17. The passing years, the passing myths, these may be the will of God, the gentle universe, what can my little planet do? I can only wait for new miracles in the passage.

18. The years have passed over that haggard face, making it less immature and more determined. I don’t know when, but there was a spring of sadness in my heart, constantly irrigating the dry memories, filling the joys, sorrows and joys of the past.

19. Year after year, a little precipitation, a little feeling, a little warmth, a little coolness, all inadvertently, some people, some things also inadvertently...become a habit...

20. The torrent of time has swept away youth and years, leaving only a scarred body deeply marked by time and a vicissitudes of heart.

21. 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.

22. Time is ruthless and will not wait for you to stop. Time is real. When you are persistent, he is also persistent. When you are addicted, he is still persistent.

23. I think I will also set up a fishing rod and fish for stories on the other side of the years alone.

24. Time is the same for everyone and is very important. There is no more or less. If you waste it, it means you have wasted your good years, lost your current youth, lost your current appearance, lost your current talents, and lost the things you want to do but have not done now. People often say that writing requires inspiration. Yes, inspiration is indeed important, but what is the so-called inspiration? You have to think about it step by step.

25. Helpless, the years change, true love is hard to retain, melancholy is still the same, the vicissitudes of life are difficult to measure, and it can only be blended into a cup of wine of the years, poured and tasted alone late at night.

26. Looking back on the past years, we are rushing on the journey of life, floating on the river of time. Some past events and some chance encounters will always linger in our hearts and hinder our steps forward.

27. Time passes by inadvertently, and when I open the old notes, the words are full of intertwined feelings and artistic conceptions. It seems like I have returned to the ups and downs I have experienced, and the memories of the old days are still the same, but they are a little less melancholy, a little more prosperous, and a little more vicissitudes of life.

28. My days are turning page by page. In the blink of an eye, I turn from winter to summer, my clothes change from complicated to simple, and my shoes change from warm to cool, but my consciousness is still sinking. Always looking for appropriate reasons for his actions to defend his helpless necessity of wasting his time. I don’t bother to ask for anyone’s understanding, just to let the other person with conscience who lives in the same body get rid of the guilt and continue to spend time. I was killing time and cutting off my own life with my own hands. How on earth should a human being survive? I am always looking for answers, wandering around in a negative world without direction and feeling tired.

29. The hourglass of time slowly eroded bits and pieces of the future into memories. When I am in my dying years, there is only the ocean of clear water full of memories, until it is completely lost in my hands, waiting to fall into Endless darkness.

30. Moment cannot be seen or touched. Just when you are not paying attention, it has quietly passed you by. Maybe you have waited, but what can you do? What? You still have to think about it. Therefore, we must cherish the moment and cherish the moment.

31. The stream of light can easily throw people away. The cherries are red and the bananas are green. (Song Dynasty) Jiang Jie's "One Cut Plum"

32. Days are always like fine sand flowing through the fingertips, slipping quietly inadvertently. The sorrows and sorrows of the past have gently passed away under the wash of the fleeting years, while the joy and smiles left behind will remain fresh in the depths of memory forever.

33. Time passes so fast that people are overwhelmed. They can only stare at the daze where they used to feel perfect, and try to recall the past days, but the capacity of memory is limited. No matter how you recall, I can't recall even a trace. At this time, you left quietly again, leaving me at a loss. How can I keep you?

34. We must remember that our learning time is limited. Time is limited, not only because life is short, but also because of the complexity of people. We should strive to use all our time to do the most beneficial things.

35. Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. Don't wait any longer. The young man's head will turn gray, and he will be filled with sorrow. (Song Dynasty) Yue Fei's "All the Rivers Are Red"

36. As time goes by, do you still remember those past events? Today's sadness and the road traveled, the impact of feelings and career, will change with the passing of time. It becomes faded with time, and the book of time becomes blurred due to age, and it can never withstand the test of time.

37. In the blink of an eye, a year's long years have been lost silently like sand tightly grasped in the hand. However, when the sand is lost, you can catch it again; when the flowers wither, you can wait until the next spring to bloom again; when childhood passes, you can never look back.

38. Sporadic moments, if used quickly, can become complete moments. As the saying goes, "the accumulation of soil creates a mountain." It is easy to lose a day, and there is no way to get it back.

39. I suddenly found myself so confused and completely lost my direction in this complicated city.

Those dusty and distant things come to mind. Pictures separated by time and space, those familiar faces and smiling faces. It's becoming clearer. When the first ray of sunshine in the morning flashes across the eyes, everything is like floating clouds, passing away again, one flower and one world.

40. I have been wasting my time, and the pale days are repeated day by day. Watching movies, chatting, sleeping, even novels are thrown in the corner. It’s been a long time since I used my mobile phone to send text messages or call my friends. Their faces gradually blurred in my oblivion... I can’t remember how long it’s been since I experienced a complete morning or a complete dusk. Most mornings, I am still sleeping in a dead dream, and most evenings, I am soaked in the stagnant water woven by the Internet.

1. Many things that we thought we would never forget in our lifetime are forgotten by us in the days when we never forget them.

2. In my childhood, I was still so naive and reckless, without understanding at all, just like a carefree bird. Now that I have grown up, it is not like before. At this time, I suddenly realized that time has passed, like a drop of water on the tip of a needle flowing into the sea. My youth remains in time, and there is nothing in a flash. I couldn't help but burst into tears.

3. Time goes by, no matter how hard you catch up with his footsteps, he is ruthless and abandons you in the cycle of time. After passing through spring and summer, entering autumn and winter, you say that life is near the end, and the loess is counting the days. As people get older, memories invade quietly. A cool breeze blows, itching and turbulent in the calm mind, and the memories spread uncontrollably.

4. In the vast years, we stage our own prosperity and leave the mark of our lives on the world. I believe that people who have experienced the passing years will have a sense of tranquility, a sense of calmness; a sense of calmness; a sense of calmness.

5. Time is passing and never stops; everything is renewing and we are growing. Time is so fair. It never gives anyone a second more, and on the contrary, it never gives anyone a second less. Everyone will experience the most important transition in life as time flies, such as: from childishness to maturity, from impulsiveness to calmness, from innocence to thoughtfulness.

6. It’s too late to erase the sadness of autumn, and the lonely snowflakes are beating my desolation again. Perhaps the years are too hasty, and decades fly by and become a thing of the past in an instant. There is no time to say goodbye, no time to think back, the road gone is long, the road to the future is boundless...

7. Always try to keep yourself in the hearts of others. It is a pity that the years are ruthless, and the past is like the wind, and I can only Outside is just a drop in the mulberry field. No matter how hard you try, you can't compete with the insignificance of life, and you can't escape the luck of a passer-by.

8. Regarding the years, there are always too many sorrows that I don’t want to say. Time flies by and nothing can be retained. Butterflies don't hate being across the sea, they will fly after thousands of years. Every tree looks old, and when the snow disappears, the flowers return. May the good times last forever, may the years be peaceful, and may people in the world share the same dreams as those in the past.

9. The persistent life sits like a lotus in front of the Buddha, and the rhythmic thoughts of love light up the endless candlelight in the heart. Through the snowflakes, I feel the reverberation of the warm and moist air, maybe the colorful flowers are just ahead! Let the original passion expand, and use the language of poetry to brighten the joyful faces on the other side. The drunken beauty blooms quietly in the corner of the years!

10. Friends, we are growing up and we can no longer miss the past. As the Russian poet Pushkin said: "What has passed will become a kind nostalgia!" Friends! Remember! Time is passing and we are growing!