Sentences recalling the past

1, golden childhood is happy, and recalling golden childhood is exciting. Childhood is like a boat, full of sweets, toys, laughter and happiness.

2. slowly open the past that has been sleeping for many years, and the wind chimes in front of the window are still ringing. Standing by the window, cold and cold. We don't look back on the banks of the years frequently, and we don't grieve for the loss of time. We have all passed the lush season and are unwilling to stop.

Now I have started a long climb, thinking of the past, my brothers and sisters, and the unforgettable high school years on the way. I have never been afraid of a person's journey, and I have never felt lonely, but that profound friendship makes me miss it from time to time.

4, the world of mortals drifted to different times, so close at hand. Spread a stack of manuscript paper, pick a fine pen, and let bygones be bygones between strokes. No matter how beautiful the story is, it can't stand the fleeting time. No matter how deep the emotion is, it can't compare with the dullness of time. Everything happens for a reason, and everything becomes fate. Looking back suddenly, you and I are no longer young.

The sunshine of the sun is far better than the moon, but the sun can only be lonely forever, and the moon is accompanied by stars. Of all things in the world, the sun is actually the loneliest.

6. Go back to the romantic and carefree childhood that day, back to the happy years of plucking birds from trees, catching fish and shrimp in rivers, catching cricket in the grass and playing with bees and butterflies among wild flowers.

7. That absurd youth will one day end in memory, just like a girl will eventually become Xu Niang, and half of Xu Niang will have another girl. This is an unshakable biological law and will certainly become a reality. The most savage and primitive biological laws are often things that are above all social laws.

8. The past is like a river reflected by the sunset. I choose the shining treasure in my heart, and I choose your beautiful picture in the most beautiful place in my heart.

9. I nourish myself by recalling the past and look for nourishment in my body. I have formed the habit of looking back on myself, and my feelings and memories of suffering are no longer strong. I found from my own experience that the source of true happiness lies in ourselves. As long as a person is good at pursuing happiness, it is impossible for others to make him really miserable.

10, the melody is unchanged, and the feelings are drifting away. Leaving only a wisp of sadness, floating in front of the past. Pieces of ridicule, pick up memories about you. So familiar in the dream, bow your head and back. Sunshine as always.

1 1. When you are disappointed, you should see the achievements-remember the achievements you have created, but if it is the past and the future, you can't go back and don't think about it, expecting to give up memories and new memories.

12. When the days turned into photos and photos turned into memories, we became passers-by walking back to back and stubbornly left in different directions, no way back.

13, time is a light song in a dream, carrying the depth of the past, shuttling through the bustling heart sea, the river that shed tears. The sound of silent night is sad and heartbreaking, and we will always remember the past and live; It seems that I haven't really lived for myself for a while. I have been learning to take care of others, but I forgot to feel sorry for myself. I have been working hard, but I am getting farther and farther away from my dream.

14, I miss my youth and the past when we played together in the ravine of Shan Ye. Miss those playmates who are as big as themselves, as naughty, as competitive and as emotional. In the ups and downs of life, are you all smooth? Although I would occasionally get angry and quarrel at that time, I turned around and was still the brightest smile and the closest friend.

15, midsummer flies, waiting quietly through the cycle of time and space, a little west building, lonely sandbar cold taste. At the end of July, I will wait for you here. Don't forget that I'm waiting for you to meet.

16, when time goes by and there is no trace in the cycle of time, when you suddenly look back, you will find something hidden behind the long drama. The purpose of this passbook is: childhood.

17, how many important times we missed and forgot to accompany us. Recalling dribs and drabs, how many times I wasted my love, only caring about the so-called pursuit. However, no matter what you do, they will always support you.

18, every night when I lie in bed, I will see fragments of the past, some happy, some painful and some sad. But happiness and pain have become beautiful memories at that time, and every time I fall asleep with a smile, it is a happy feeling!

19, the best thing is that time has passed, and the old things you cherish, even the old feelings, are still there; What can last must have weight, and it must stand the repeated scouring and elutriation of time. In the turbulent life, it is always those people who accompany me. It is a rare happiness to bury my initial thoughts in my heart.

I want to see the warmest sunshine and the most powerful smile. I want to hear cherry maruko and Doraemon sail for a better tomorrow.

2 1, whether we accept it or not, sometimes we have no choice, and the initial memories cannot be missed. No matter when, as long as you know how to cherish, you will not be defeated. It turned into black and white, and finally the picture gradually settled down and became vivid and full of nostalgia, all of which were fresh in people's memory.

22. Looking back at the original innocence, it seems so precious now. The more you know, the smaller you feel and the lonelier you walk.

23, secular flashy life, suddenly forget a season. Empty memories, silence disturbing lingering. The smile is gone, and Qian Qian is absolutely lonely. Withered lonely leaves, we wait for each other on the other side. Not because the ground is yellow. Landing silently, leaving a love for life and completing the course of life.

24. Some inaccessible harbors can only be flooded with ink. The message text can be anything, and it can follow the fate. Words, like a past event, can be beautiful and unchangeable in that year, Na Yue.

25. Crush the moonlight tonight, and let the past fly on every string, touching the sound like a complaint. Missing in the soft and broken arms pervades the night, turning into a low voice, lingering into a thin sadness, hiding in a corner of the night, full of faint sadness, and falling in a silent place.

26. Memory is a pot of tea, a pot of dissolved tea cut with emotional water: rolling, cooling and calming, like a ups and downs, happy and crazy life, and finally ending in the plain beauty of "everything is optimistic, and the vector follows the fate".

27. 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.

28, forget that person, it is better to forget yourself, tell yourself, not afraid that he will forget, but afraid that one day he will think of you again. Years take away memories, but memories will become clearer and clearer. One day, he turns to tell you that he has been thinking about you. Don't believe it, because he is not the same person, and you are no longer the same person.

29. It seems that it is always easy for us to ignore the present life and many good times. And when all the time is wasted after disappointment, we can take out a certain paragraph from our memory, pat the dust deposited on it and sigh that it is the best.

30, life, white clouds blossoming, how many vicissitudes and tears drift away; Life is too short to sweat, and how many past events and memories have been precipitated.

3 1, I know that no one can live in memories forever. Although memories are so beautiful, they are just that kind of pain. In fact, I also know that memories are like TV dramas. When you watch it play, sometimes you laugh and sometimes you cry. However, when you are remembering, you are no longer the protagonist in it.

As for your memories, I only remember them occasionally, and sometimes I miss them secretly in an empty corner. I know you like to talk when you are happy, frown when you are unhappy, and know your favorite songs and dishes.

33. I used to think that the past covered by years would be ruthlessly blown away by the fleeting wind. Looking back at this moment, I suddenly found that some people changed a lot as soon as they entered the heart. At the corner of time, once I think of it, it is like a dragonfly breaking the quiet lake and rippling.

34. Time flies like a song. In a blink of an eye, classmates and friends who share weal and woe will say goodbye. The intriguing sound of morning reading will disappear; The amiable face will gradually blur.

35, youth time, in a hurry. I rushed to the distance before I could splurge. When I was a child, I always wanted to freeze it into an image. Although the years are mottled, they are still clearly stored in my heart. Miss youth, those simple troubles and happiness. It still has potential in my heart and has become the most precious food in my memory.

36. Those simple youth years that are drifting away, you can see yourself at that time when your back is getting longer and longer, which is a distant time and mood.

37. Loneliness is a helpless choice. Loneliness is because you haven't found the right partner. Loneliness is for the relief behind loneliness. The process of loneliness is a process of finding true love.

38. The dull past will always dilute the memory, and the suffering will always be hard to forget. We are always in a hurry, letting the years go by and forgetting to understand the mood at that time. A long time ago, we felt depressed and confused and didn't know how to move forward. It was a long time before I realized how precious it was. Although we were sad at that time, it made it easier for us to grow up today.

39. Because everything has passed and turned into a memory, don't let time pass, like sand flowing through your hands and never coming back. The fragments in memory also become hazy, like a dream. No matter how we forget what has disappeared and will disappear, we will still be lonely when we are lonely and sad when we are sad.

40. Memories have swelled into bitterness in countless fermentations. This bitter drop wears tenderness and crouches behind every long night, awakening hidden pain and turning it into rain floating in the sky outside! A drop of tears, a burst of Yu Ning formed a look, flustered, flowing!

4 1, some memories are burned, some memories are buried in the bottom of my heart, and the age of innocence is like running water across the golden age.

42. Memories are tears of "tears asking flowers without words, flying over the swing"; Memories are sad and drunken songs of "Where did you wake up tonight, the wind and the waning moon in Yang Liuan".

43, I wait for you, because I don't want to escape from my heart; I wait for you, because I can't bear to let you go; I wait for you, because there are our memories; I wait for you, because I believe you didn't lie to me; I will wait for you until she is by your side.

44. The past is in my heart. Suddenly found that there are always some encounters, so that we have no way to escape. There is always some understanding that we can't bear to hurt. There is always some attachment, so we have no regrets. I cried, planted a fence in my heart and said sorry for our failed relationship. Forgive me, I can't sit in a rocking chair with you and grow old together!

Looking back on the past years, I always spy on you in my youth, but I didn't get up the courage to approach you in the end.

46. Time is like an endless torrent, which is gone forever. Even before we had time to read and review, it had already rolled away, leaving us with endless nostalgia and a sigh.

47. The past is used for memories; Happiness is for feeling; Pain is for growth. Youth is a book that is too hasty. We always read page by page with ignorance, expectation, tears and confusion. It was not until my youth passed away that I realized that the road I had traveled could not be turned back and the scenery I missed could not be retained.

48. Who walked through his youth, left his smile, left his flower season, warmed his thoughts, disappeared from his rainy season and drowned his tears.

49. Everyone will have such beautiful friends, which makes people laugh and cry, and love them more than they can. They will miss you and run three thousand miles for you at night; And you, because you want to see them earlier, will meet them thousands of miles away.

50. As time goes by, good memories slip through your fingers like green sand. I let go of my smile. Can I really forget the past injuries? Looking up at the sky, tears fell silently, although I still have an indelible smile on my face. The afterglow of the sunset shines on my face, and there is still a trace of warmth, which is the only happiness left in my heart.

5 1, wherever you go, remember that memory is an endless road, and all the past springs are gone forever. No matter how tenacious and enthusiastic love is, it is just a fleeting reality in the final analysis.

52, a dream curtain rain, how many memories of the old city are awakened, when the fate is exhausted, there is no need to retain, only to retain endless melancholy. Without fate, there is no need to be sad, but after being sad, it is just endless loneliness. Fate is the accident of life. Only when flowers bloom can we get together.

53. When you merge into the Milky Way, you will quietly light up the sky with the bright moon; Walking into the grass, just smile and join hands with the breeze to dye the green earth. This can also be regarded as being kind to life and living up to the years.

54. Memory is like water in the palm of your hand. Whether you spread it out or hold it tightly, it will eventually flow clean through your fingers.

55. Memories are like a movie, and the scenes are superb before your eyes. Memories are like visiting an art exhibition. Before one painting was finished, another appeared.

56. Listening to your feelings and remembering quietly, it was so beautiful at the beginning, but now it is a vicissitudes. Mood is like the sky, sometimes sunny, sometimes cloudy, sometimes rainy.

57. It's just a lot of the past. In retrospect, it is not only a kind of pain, but also a kind of childishness and boredom. Time flies, how many beautiful years you and I have wasted. In those lonely and helpless old days, looking back, we all began to regret the time we wasted.

58. I missed too much, not because my fingers were too wide, but just looking back like water. It's an overlap of nostalgia. There aren't many stories, but suddenly it's trivial. I was waiting for you, not because you were too slow, but because I suddenly found myself half drunk and half awake.

59. I have endless memories along the way, and I deeply miss the years like flowers. Accompanying fate, extended feelings, can warm the soul, can pour into the tenderness and persistence of a lifetime, and turn into deep affection in a touch of blank space in the fleeting time, never lose or forget.

60. In the torrent of life and the world, he is bound to dance aimlessly alone in the afterglow of the west wind like the last dead leaf on the tree in early winter.

6 1, years are like water, but what you can't see clearly is the mirror in the world of mortals; The past is like smoke, but what can't be waved away is the passage of time; Keep busy, only memories.

62. Open those bleak title pages and look back, feeling that the past years are empty. However, I don't want to let go, but time has relentlessly released my hand.

63. 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.

64. Where there is life, there are memories. You can't resist, and there's nowhere to run. You are a person in the world, and memory is your shadow. What is worth remembering will never be forgotten and touched. No matter bitter, no matter sweet, no matter happy, no matter sad.

I know almost nothing about those people, but whenever I am in a daze or bored or sad or confused or lonely or happy or proud, I will think of them because of their visions in my heart.

66. We often say that a Zen poem can never be erased. Don't be dust. Life is a journey, but it doesn't mean that you have to be entangled with troubles. Life is doomed to be depressed, but don't be incompatible with life because of your stubbornness. No matter how many ups and downs you have in your heart, life must face a brand-new progress and start, and you can't continue to rub with troubles with a troubled face. Your inner awakening is life.

After several years, I found that countless feelings have never been torn, so there is no need to tear them. I began to miss the rainy night that tore up your letters and photos. I envy myself at that time, and I still have complete happiness to tear.

68. We must acknowledge the power of memory. In such an empty spiritual world, memories can easily make people walk out of loneliness and despair.

69. I can't bear to part with you, but the road still has to go on, and there may be more charming scenery ahead. Dry my tears, I want to go my way. If you really deserve love, I will miss you forever. Thank you for accompanying me on my journey. If you don't deserve it, I'll dump you as if I never knew you. You are the stupidest mistake I made when I was young and ignorant.

70. Recall the scenes, such as the green spring rain spreading in the quiet night, washing away all the fatigue, letting go of all the troubles and chores, just wanting to quietly let the thoughts repeat themselves, and the flying flowers of the soul resort to brush strokes.

7 1, what I miss is wordless moving, what I miss is absolute fanaticism, and what I miss is that you are excited. Please forgive me and hold me. I remember you behind me, and I remember I was shaking. I remember I felt the most beautiful fireworks, the longest hug, who loved too freely, who went too far, who wanted to walk away from my heart, who forgot that it was a promise.

72. Open the book, pick up the pen and write down today's thoughts. When the secret is no longer a secret, the words are no longer words, standing in the same place, only memories are left, and the rest is nothing more.

You can't have your cake and eat it. But since the past is not like a smoke cloud, we can still remember it vividly, and the emotion is still surging, which only shows that we have a beautiful and regretless youth that has never been wasted. It is this kind of youth that makes us more motivated and confident in the face of the past and the future, and of course gives us a little more power to warm our chests.

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

75. With the siege of time, my steps are getting heavier and slower. Time seems to have cornered me and plunged me into a Jedi. I can't save anything, I can only endure the pain and trudge forward step by step.

76. Everyone misses childlike innocence. Naivety is not age, but realm. Keep a childlike innocence, and you will be simple and transparent, treat others sincerely, be indifferent to fame and fortune, have no distractions, cherish life and live freely. Forever childlike innocence, falling asleep is sweet, waking up is smiling, and every day is happy.

77. Turn over a page of idle books and take a sip of fragrant tea, trying to calm the surging past heart in the whistle and drizzle of this bird. However, those indestructible past, but deeply entrenched in my heart. A curtain of misty rain always wets memories.

78. Memories are like the fog that just fell in the morning. Going forward is still vague, but the more you go forward, the more you want to see it clearly.

79. In fact, sometimes, if you don't look back, you won't know whether the previous step was right or wrong. Sometimes you don't know how to cherish if you don't miss it.

80. There are many people you think you can forget. Actually, no. They are always in a corner of your heart. Until the end of your life. In the end, you will miss the light in the dark in every corner, because they constitute your memories and feelings. But you can't hug them anymore. It was not until the end that I realized that the journey was a lost process that I never forgot.

Memory is the pillar of sandalwood. Ignite casually and burn silently. Graceful and ethereal dancing with the wind is dreamlike smoke, and it is also a fading time. The fragrance is gone, the smoke is gone, the ash is gone, and the dream is fragrant.

82. The most terrible thing in life is calmness and boredom. Those wonderful memories with you make my life no longer monotonous. Living alone in this city, a winter snow reminds me of you. I don't think we will be as irreplaceable as before. We will never love as hard as before until we get hurt and leave.

83. Those vivid and fleeting impressions will always sleep with the breath of that era. Even if I am awakened by a sigh occasionally, I still feel the same. As time goes by, the traces remain in the same place, with the indisputable noise and the prosperity of the season.

84. Dreaming back to the Millennium Song Dynasty, Fengchi sang and danced, and the ancient city looked at the present, and its style remained the same; Strolling through Liuan, the former imperial city was bathed in the prosperous and reappearing spring breeze.

85. 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.

86. Those youthful feelings that spread crystal clear in beautiful legends will end in separate seals, or fall in deserted places like wrongly addressed stationery. Every sentence recorded has a warm and beautiful intention.

87. The days are at your feet, and you step on the calm voice. Finally, we grew up unconsciously. Then one morning in the mirror, I saw a smile, a familiar and unfamiliar smile. Childhood images are very precious. In retrospect, they didn't appear in the fragile shiny glass cabinet. Life in the new era has replaced memory, filled the gap in the heart, and made the ideal ready.

88. There are two kinds of people, one has a past and the other has no past. People with past events love life and deeply regret the passage of time, so they cherish all their experiences in the barn of their hearts with a special love. A person who has no past will not care about the passage of time. This numbness made him despise everything. Everything he experienced was like a fleeting cloud, drifting away with the wind, leaving nothing behind.

I miss you like wine. I get drunk when I drink it. When I am drunk, I read this sad moonlight with all my enthusiasm. So, the moon is drunk, the night is drunk, and I am drunk.

90. If. All wounds can heal. If. All sincerity can be exchanged for real meaning. If. All beliefs can be adhered to. If. All emotions can be perfect. If. We can also meet in a city. Simple smile. Slightly happy. A wanton hug. That would be great. But it's really just if.

9 1, how many times, memories have painted life into a circle, and we have been wandering around the same place countless times and can't get rid of it. I have always wanted to go back to the place where I first met. If I can choose again, I can love more simply.

92. Youth years are often the most missed years in life. Not all of them are golden memories of dense trees and lush mountains; Perhaps a wish to see the clouds was shattered in Yan's study, or perhaps an evening date was frustrated by the rain at the edge of the residual lotus. Decades later, I carefully remembered the frosty temple, and my dusty regrets were covered by the warmth floating in Ran Ran.

93. Only when people are lonely will they let their thoughts overflow and read and reread the yellowed past. Nostalgia is a narcissistic elegance, and lowering yourself to the dust is not necessarily a compromise to life.

94. Don't forget what you once had. Cherish what you can't get. Don't give up what is yours. What is lost is left to memory.

95. Because I met you, I know I can have good memories. Therefore, no matter how you treat me, I will forgive your hate with my heart and remember your kindness with my heart.

96. Memory is the pillar of sandalwood. Ignite casually and burn silently. It is dreamlike smoke dancing with the wind, and it is also a fading time. The fragrance is gone, the smoke is gone, the ash is gone, and the dream is fragrant.

97. Don't let the wandering footsteps of others crush your beautiful dream for tomorrow. All good things must come to an end. Maybe the world is really only hazy.

98. In this life, how many past events have turned into stories, how many memories have turned into memories, and what kind of gathering and parting you have to go through before you can understand the meaning of fate and cherish it. Who is the pain in your heart, who is the feeling you can't forget, and who is the dream you can't wake up from.

99. Looking up is spring and looking down is autumn. Some words become memories when spoken, and some landscapes become poems and paintings when looked at. Our company is no exception. Walking has become the warmest part of life and is inseparable. Through the distance, we have gone through one journey after another.

100, unforgettable and beautiful. In just three years, nothing has changed on campus, but we have to go, and we can't bear to part with them.

10 1, the hourglass of time flows quietly bit by bit, and the traces of the years are described in detail. And good memories often bring me a lot of warmth and touch.