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Looking back at the classic sentences of the past.

First, the face leaning against the doors and windows was wrinkled by the wind. On weekdays, we are immersed in secular affairs, even ignoring the changes of seasons and the bitterness of flowers and plants when they secretly wither. At dusk, the smell of grass is brewing in the yard, and some small white flowers are trembling among the branches and leaves. When the breeze blows, it flashes, like a little star shaking down from a flower tree.

Second, there are many people, and it is reasonable that someone must be excluded and isolated. The worst conversation is I'm sorry, it's okay.

Third, love, if you are serious, you will lose.

I don't need to do unnecessary things or hurt unnecessary people.

Five, a song, a memory, I remembered the summer that was blown by the wind. Your diary is still there, and your handwriting is still there, just a little yellow. I still have the shoes you gave me, and I have always kept the things you gave me, except the scarf and the lingering when we were together. I also know that it will be tiring to always live in the past. Maybe you don't remember, maybe you have forgotten that I am such a person.

Girl, you can cry, but you can't lose. You can be sad but not down and out, you can be nervous but not escape. You can love others, but you can't love without dignity.

7. Memory is an old piece of music on the old phonograph, covered with dust and scars. Yi-ya, Yi-ya, Yi-ya, seems to be pouring out the usual bleak and broken life, like reading endless vicissitudes.

Eight, I often think that memory is the easiest thing to blur, and it will fade away in droves as time goes by. And the turning point of boring middle school life day by day is slowly fading away. Unforgettable, only some in retrospect, unbreakable stay in memory.

Nine, just left you for a day, you are as embarrassed as a child who only needs my comfort. The most painful pain is forgiveness, and the darkest black is despair.

10. Since we always miss each other, what is there to worry about? I will remember your profile with a nostalgic attitude. Whether I miss you or not, I don't want to admit it in the early summer, in the folding of cicadas and in the embarrassing summer.

Eleven, when the passage of time and the cycle of time have no trace, when you suddenly look back, you will find something hidden behind the long drama. The purpose of this passbook is: university.

Twelve, memories are like movies, and the scenes are superb. Memories are like visiting an art exhibition. Before one painting was finished, another appeared.

13. No matter how long and how far you have gone, the past, the memories and the fleeting time will float to the farthest place with the wind. No matter whether it is happiness or the humblest tears, even if it is stained with the vicissitudes of strangers, the quicksand that can't be held by your fingertips will find its belonging.

Fourteen, I know that memories are painful and helpless, and memories of good past events become helpless regrets.

Fifteen, memory is our preservation of a better life; Memory is a part of our life; Memory is the flower that blooms in our life.

Sixteen, empty your heart, let the past go with the wind, let go of the past and let your heart return to zero. I hope that in the future, you can relax your troubles and laugh at everything. I hope that now you can end everything in the past and start over!

17. Willing will make things much easier.

When we recall the past, we actually recall ourselves from others.

19th, smooth snow layer, covered with the recovery of the earth. In the spring after the snow, dreams and ideals are written.

Twenty, the years are silent and the past is like smoke. Dear, sometimes I think, if I am here and you are there, if the years are quiet, the time is safe and the spring is blooming, how wonderful it would be! I still remember that the color of flowers at that time was not intentional, but like reunion. I believe that you are destined to be an epiphyllum in my life. Although short, it has always been a memory of my life.

Twenty-one, I finally understand that you are just used to being nice to me and being nice to me without feelings.

Twenty-two, when I am old, I sit quietly on a cane chair, holding a book of poetry. Cicada sounds like flowing water flowing through my heart, and the past emerges in front of my eyes one by one, and then gradually disappears. When I close my eyes, it suddenly becomes clear that all life and death are floating dust, but my memory is immortal.

Twenty-three, with memories, life can be rich, and years are full of poetry. Indulge in memories, youth is inevitably pale, and men's hearts are also sad.

Twenty-four, your beauty, blooming in the warm sunshine of this season, your smile, played down all the sadness of this season. The rhythm of life turns into a grain of dust in the vicissitudes of life. My hand holds your heart and walks into the pulse of this season.

Twenty-five, the more people grow up, the more accustomed they are to suppressing their true feelings, not crying or laughing, and everything is just a touch. It seems that there is nothing more and more, you can cry sadly, you can't find it anymore, and release the sad outlet. It's always good to have time to cry freely; If you can shed tears without mercy, it means that your heart has not dried up. At this moment, I clearly feel pain, but I can't shed tears anymore. Talking about being in a bad mood.

Twenty-six, some people meet like meteors, and instantly release the spark of love, but they are destined to rush by.

Twenty-seven, the sound of time passing, touched the past sleep. A clear song, sung from dusk to dusk. Nor can it bring a trace of warmth to the gradually desolate waiting. Let sadness flow through your fingertips, stay in the depths of clouds and water, and never dare to touch it easily again. From youth to old age. Waiting for tea to add fragrance is already destined to be the end of life.

Twenty-eight, this is an extraordinary experience. Now that I think about it, the impact on me is far-reaching. No matter the ends of the earth, I will always cherish it in my heart, an eternal memory.

Twenty-nine, the past has been forgotten, and my heart is selfless.

Thirty, the cold wind hits the winter and burns, and the heart is hard to change.

At the age of thirty-one, he left, leaving nothing but the shadow of memories. When a person is injured, he will always think of the past that he can't go back. I think the longer we spend together, the more we can dilute our memories. As a result, I found that I was wrong. It only reminds me more of the past.

Thirty-two, those fleeting impressions that are vivid will always sleep with the breath of that time, even if they are awakened by occasional sighs, they are still the first feelings. As time goes by, the traces remain in the same place, with the indisputable noise and the prosperity of the season.