Poetry about suddenly discovering old photos

1. Poems about old photos

Poems about old photos 1. What are the poems about "old photo albums"

1. "Miscellaneous Songs" "Song Song Xing" (Meng Jiao, Tang Dynasty)

There are many poisonous pine trees, and it is difficult for one branch to flourish for a long time. Little did he know that Huang Tingke could not produce immortal bones. The spring scenery is full of fragrant flowers, and the autumn wind surrounds the withered stems. When I play the harp but can't make music, I begin to realize that the sound is tilted. The old photos are changed every month in the museum, and the remaining feelings are written in honor of the guests. The boat is empty on the river, and the waves send inscriptions.

2. "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" (Su Che, Song Dynasty)

How long has it been since we were apart, and we have spent seven Mid-Autumn Festivals. Last year, on the eve of Tobu, the bright moon was full of sorrow. Unexpectedly, at the foot of Pengcheng Mountain, there is the ancient Bian River on the Qing River, and Liangzhou is carried on the boat. Advocating to help the Qing Dynasty appreciate it, the swans set off from Tingzhou. The guest sitting there is wearing a green feather and a purple fur coat. Su'e was a scoundrel, and no one left her when she went to the west. Tonight, I will treat my guests with dignity, and tomorrow night, Gufan Shuiyi will still shine on my worries. But he was afraid of being the same as Wang Can, so he never climbed up the stairs.

3. "Fighting with Hundreds of Flowers" (Chao Buzhi, Song Dynasty)

Small and full of pearls and emerald green. I remember that my eyebrows were long and my eyes were narrow. The whispers of the reflected flowers have healed the hurt feelings of spring. Returning to the Xitang, watching the dancing Liangzhou in the wind, the autumn water still shines on people. Turn to be more charming. On the public steps, during the time of winning money, remember to smile, but lean your slender waist towards others. Even if we don't see each other, we'll never stop. Who knows that we've always been interested in each other once we've seen each other?

4. "Man Ting Fang" (Cai Shen, Song Dynasty)

Beside Parrot Island and under Furong City, the scenery is very beautiful, with beautiful water and bright mountains. A small boat with two oars, specially visited Yunying. The sweet dream of the orchid quilt was shattered, the red door was opened, and everyone was greeted with a smile. The good night lasts forever, the bright moon from the south window still shines on Pingting. Don't come, I hate you so much, I want to talk while holding a cup, I feel like my soul is in shock. I miss seeing each other in an instant, but we are tragically separated from each other. It's better to go in a hurry, hold hands again, and whisper secret instructions. The good times are here, Baochai Luan Mirror will live up to your life.

5. "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" (Fan Chengda, Song Dynasty)

Describe the events of the past ten years and celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival in ten places. This year’s new dream is to suddenly reach the top of Yellow Crane’s old mountain. Lao Tzu is not a shallow person. This time we meet the Heavenly Sect again, and we have the same south building as ancient and modern. The stars are colorless, and the jade mirror floats alone in the sky. Gather the smoke of Qin, gather the mist of Chu, and iron the flow of the river. Guanhe separation and reunion, the north and the south still care about each other. I want to see Chang'e's cold eyes and return with a smile on her temples and an empty black mink coat. I drank wine and asked Toad Rabbit if he was willing to accompany him to Cangzhou.

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I rarely write prose poems, but the principles of poetry are the same. So please forgive me if the evaluation is inappropriate. This is a poem about recalling the past. Words such as "time" and "memory" are used in many places in the poem, and they are not deliberately divided into formats, but can be seen everywhere. It can be seen that the first is the lack of vocabulary. Poetry is valuable in being implicit, and directness is not excluded. Poems, but straightforwardness is not suitable for describing this kind of euphemistic feelings. The so-called implicit means "I want to say x but don't write x". The focus of your question is to write "Cherish the time and the absence of time", then "remember" with "time" "Relevant direct words should not appear multiple times. You may unknowingly use implicit methods in some places, such as "yellowing old photos", which already represents the passage of time. With this sentence, it will never happen again. There is no need to say that it is "time". Poets sometimes cherish words like gold. Don't you think these descriptions of yours are a bit lengthy? What does each paragraph describe? Have you thought about it? I can probably feel that it is written in the order of childhood - youth, but it really doesn't need to be so long! Those who write long words only dare to do so if they have enough vocabulary! Also, some words are difficult to understand, such as what light blue sadness is. If it is not an allusion, it is best to give some clues in the context to guess its true identity. Don’t be unhappy after reading this: I feel that in this poem, between the lines It is reflected in the habit of Internet prose or popular prose. It is difficult for me to explain what this habit is. You may look through some people's articles and you will feel "sad" and "sad" every time you see them. "Ah, "Memory", you know this kind of article. You must not be assimilated by them. The last one, at least rhyme. New poetry rhyme is the easiest to learn. I don't need to say more about this.

3. Poems describing photos

Personally, I prefer poems by Li Bai and Wang Wei, lyrics by Liu Yong and Su Shi, and Xin Qiji’s are also good!

I found some words, see if you like it!

First is Su Shi’s:

Xijiang Moon

There is a drizzle on the roof. There are many flat lakes outside the river. At that time, there was a horse show in Dongxu. Today is desolate in Nanpu.

Don’t regret that the yellow flowers have not yet been vomited. And teach the pink to help each other. There is no need to look at dogwood in the wine stall. Admire the present and past of the world.

Congratulations to the bridegroom (Xia Jing)

The milk swallows fly into the mansion. Quiet and deserted, the shade of the trees turns to noon, and the coolness of the evening brings a new bath. The raw silk and white round fan is made in the hand, and the fan hand looks like jade for a moment. Gradually, he becomes sleepy and sleeps alone, becoming more and more mature. Who comes outside the curtain to promote the embroidery household? It is a waste of time to teach others, and the dream breaks the Yaotai song. But again, the wind knocked against the bamboo.

The pomegranate half spits out a red scarf and frowns. When all the floating flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you. If you look closely at a beautiful branch, your heart will be as heavy as a bundle. And I'm afraid of being frightened by the autumn wind. If I wait for you to come here, I can't bear to touch the wine in front of the flowers. ***Pink tears, two rustles.

Song of the Cave Immortal (Ode to Willows)

The wax is gone in the south of the Yangtze River, after the early plum blossoms have bloomed. Share the New Year and weeping willows. She has a slim waist and has her own style and style, and her body is still elegant and graceful.

On the bank of Yongfengfang, there is no one at all, except for the golden threads that make the day clear. Broken heart means that when the catkins are flying, the green leaves become cloudy, and there is nothing to do and 10% weight loss. No wonder, when the east wind chases you, it blows away the spring wrinkles between your brows.

Ruan Langgui (Mei Ci)

The faint fragrance floats in the moonlit dusk. There is a spring tree in front of the hall. Why does the east wind blow into the west? The children's house is often closed.

The snowy skin is cold, but the jade face is true. The cheek powder is not evenly distributed. I broke off the flowers and wanted to send them to the people in Lingtou. Sunset clouds in the south of the Yangtze River.

Jiang Shenzi (Jiang Jing)

It started to clear up after rain in Phoenix Mountain. The water and wind are clear. The sunset is bright. A hibiscus bloomed gracefully. A pair of egrets flew from nowhere, admiring Pingting if you wanted to.

Suddenly I heard mourning kites being played on the river. Suffering from love. Send someone to listen. The smoke gathers and the clouds gather, it is Xiang Ling as promised. I want to wait until the end of the song to ask for it, but no one can see it, and the peaks are green.

Bodhisattva Man (West Lake)

Autumn wind and rain on the lake. It makes you want to go but you still want to stay. Manliujun today. Ming Dynasty will worry about killing people.

The beauty sheds a thousand tears. Sprinkle on the long river water. No need to hold back the moths. Passers-by cried more.

Reduced word magnolia (beginning of spring)

Spring ox and spring stick. The infinite spring breeze comes to the sea. Then work with Chun Gong. It's dyed pink like flesh red.

Spring banners bring spring victory. A gust of spring breeze wakes me up. Not like Tianya. Rolling up poplar flowers like snowflakes.

Reduced word magnolia (snow poem)

The clouds are bright and white. At dawn, the jade flowers are like weaving. The wind blows for no reason. If you want to learn from Yanghua, it is more cold-resistant.

As if you are still young. Liang Yuan can still accompany Jun Shao. Don't worry about idleness. And fold the Jiangmei and go up to the small building.

Reduced word magnolia (flower)

Jade room with golden stamens. It should be in the delicate hands of a beautiful woman. The pale moon is hazy. There is also a slight sleeve style.

Warm, fragrant and ripe. The drunken servant girl drooped her ears. Thank you Chun Gong. It’s not red, it’s jade red.

Reduced word magnolia (spring moon)

Spring garden at noon. The fragrant mash is shaking and the light is dancing. Walk around the corridor. The half-fallen plum blossoms are fragrant.

Light clouds and mist. It's always a young man's journey to the east. Not like the autumn light. I only care about people who are away from me.

Liu Yong's:

Looking into the distance (Xianlu Diao)

The auspicious sky descends, the cold wind blows, and the Xiyao flowers begin to fall. The monks' houses are floating in disorder, the singing tower is densely scattered, and the winding winds are gradually lost in mandarin duck tiles. It's a good fisherman. He goes back covered with a raincoat, and he can be painted on the river at night. Chang'an is full of people, but the price of wine in Qiting is high.

Elegant. It is most suitable to visit Dai when you are in high spirits, and enjoy the fun at Pan Xiaochu and Yuexi. The bright crane seizes the fresh food, the white pheasant loses its prime, and spreads across the cold field for thousands of miles. It is necessary to believe that the orchid song is over, the red clouds are gone, there is no Qiong Pavilion in Yaotai. Let a bright moon shine and clear the night.

Eight Tones of Ganzhou (Xianlu Diao)

To the Xiaoxiao and dusk rain sprinkled on the river sky, to cleanse the autumn. The gradually frosty wind is miserable, Guanhe River is desolate, and the remaining light shines on the building. The redness and greenness of this place have declined, and the beauty of the place has ceased. Only the water of the Yangtze River flows eastward without words.

I can’t bear to climb high and look far away, looking at the dimness of my hometown, and it’s hard to let go of my thoughts. Sighing at the traces of the past years, what trouble is left behind? Thinking of a beautiful woman, I look up at the building. I missed it a few times and returned to the boat after seeing the sky. Strive to know me, lean on the wall, and feel sad.

Touching Fish-----Xin Qiji

When I asked what year I came to this mountain, the west wind set and the sun was speechless. It seems that you are Emperor Xi. I named you Ru in the beginning of time. Creek road. Even if it is only the world of mortals, it is still ancient. Who raises a cup? I laughed at me when I was drunk and called you. Before Cui Wei got up, the mountain bird covered the cup and went away.

Must be remembered. It was windy and rainy last night. Rock waves danced in front of the door. The ghost in Sigeng Mountain blows the lantern and screams, frightening the children of the world. According to the appointment. He also asked me about the good deeds of Qingyou Zanglu Gong. God makes a heartfelt promise. Waiting for thousands of miles to carry you with you, whipping the luan and phoenix, and reciting the poem "I traveled far away".

4. Poems about photos

The first is Su Shi’s:

Xijiang Moon

A little drizzle falls on the roof of the building. There are many flat lakes outside the river. At that time, there was a horse show in Dongxu. Today is desolate in Nanpu.

Don’t regret that the yellow flowers have not yet been vomited. And teach the pink to help each other. There is no need to look at dogwood in the wine stall. Admire the present and past of the world.

Congratulations to the bridegroom (Xia Jing)

The milk swallows fly into the mansion. Quiet and deserted, the shade of the trees turns to noon, and the coolness of the evening brings a new bath. The raw silk and white round fan is made in the hand, and the fan hand looks like jade for a moment. Gradually, he becomes sleepy and sleeps alone, becoming more and more mature. Who comes outside the curtain to promote the embroidery household? It is a waste of time to teach others, and the dream breaks the Yaotai song. But again, the wind knocked against the bamboo.

The pomegranate half spits out a red scarf and frowns. When all the floating flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you. If you look closely at a beautiful branch, your heart will be as heavy as a bundle. And I'm afraid of being frightened by the autumn wind. If I wait for you to come here, I can't bear to touch the wine in front of the flowers. ***Pink tears, two rustles.

Song of the Cave Immortal (Ode to Willows)

The wax is gone in the south of the Yangtze River, after the early plum blossoms have bloomed. Share the New Year and weeping willows. She has a slim waist and has her own style and style, and her body is still elegant and graceful.

On the bank of Yongfengfang, there is no one at all, except for the golden threads that make the day clear. Broken heart means that when the catkins are flying, the green leaves become cloudy, and there is nothing to do and 10% weight loss. No wonder, when the east wind chases you, it blows away the spring wrinkles between your brows.

Ruan Langgui (Mei Ci)

The faint fragrance floats in the moonlit dusk. There is a spring tree in front of the hall. Why does the east wind blow into the west? The children's house is often closed.

The snowy skin is cold, but the jade face is true. The cheek powder is not evenly distributed. I broke off the flowers and wanted to send them to the people in Lingtou. Sunset clouds in the south of the Yangtze River.

Jiang Shenzi (Jiang Jing)

It started to clear up after rain in Phoenix Mountain. The water and wind are clear. The sunset is bright. A hibiscus bloomed gracefully. A pair of egrets flew from nowhere, admiring Pingting if you wanted to.

Suddenly I heard mourning kites being played on the river. Suffering from love. Send someone to listen. The smoke gathers and the clouds gather, it is Xiang Ling as promised. I want to wait until the end of the song to ask for it, but no one can see it, and the peaks are green.

Bodhisattva Man (West Lake)

Autumn wind and rain on the lake. It makes you want to go but you still want to stay. Manliujun today. Ming Dynasty will worry about killing people.

The beauty sheds a thousand tears. Sprinkle on the long river water. No need to hold back the moths. Passers-by cried more.

Reduced word magnolia (beginning of spring)

Spring ox and spring stick. The infinite spring breeze comes to the sea. Then work with Chun Gong. It's dyed pink like flesh red.

Spring banners bring spring victory. A gust of spring breeze wakes me up. Not like Tianya. Rolling up poplar flowers like snowflakes.

Reduced word magnolia (snow poem)

The clouds are bright and white. At dawn, the jade flowers are like weaving. The wind blows for no reason. If you want to learn from Yanghua, it is more cold-resistant.

As if you are still young. Liang Yuan can still accompany Jun Shao. Don't worry about idleness. And fold the Jiangmei and go up to the small building.

Reduced word magnolia (flower)

Jade room with golden stamens. It should be in the delicate hands of a beautiful woman. The pale moon is hazy. There is also a slight sleeve style.

Warm, fragrant and ripe. The drunken servant girl drooped her ears. Thank you Chun Gong. It’s not red, it’s jade red.

Reduced word magnolia (spring moon)

Spring garden at noon. The fragrant mash is shaking and the light is dancing. Walk around the corridor. The half-fallen plum blossoms are fragrant.

Light clouds and mist. It's always a young man's journey to the east. Not like the autumn light. I only care about people who are away from me.

Liu Yong's:

Looking into the distance (Xianlu Diao)

The auspicious sky descends, the cold wind blows, and the Xiyao flowers begin to fall. The monks' houses are floating in disorder, the singing tower is densely scattered, and the winding winds are gradually lost in mandarin duck tiles. It's a good fisherman. He goes back covered with a raincoat, and he can be painted on the river at night.

Chang'an is full of people, but the price of wine in Qiting is high.

Elegant. It is most suitable to visit Dai when you are in high spirits, and enjoy the fun at Pan Xiaochu and Yuexi. The bright crane seizes the fresh food, the white pheasant loses its prime, and spreads across the cold field for thousands of miles. It is necessary to believe that the orchid song is over, the red clouds are gone, there is no Qiong Pavilion in Yaotai. Let a bright moon shine and clear the night.

Eight Tones of Ganzhou (Xianlu Diao)

To the Xiaoxiao and dusk rain sprinkled on the river sky, to cleanse the autumn. The gradually frosty wind is miserable, Guanhe River is desolate, and the remaining light shines on the building. The redness and greenness of this place have declined, and the beauty of the place has ceased. Only the water of the Yangtze River flows eastward without words.

I can’t bear to climb high and look far away, looking at the dimness of my hometown, and it’s hard to let go of my thoughts. Sighing at the traces of the past years, what trouble is left behind? Thinking of a beautiful woman, I look up at the building. I missed it a few times and returned to the boat after seeing the sky. Strive to know me, lean on the wall, and feel sad.

Touching Fish-----Xin Qiji

When I asked what year I came to this mountain, the west wind set and the sun was speechless. It seems that you are Emperor Xi. I named you Ru in the beginning of time. Creek road. Even if it is only the world of mortals, it is still ancient. Who raises a cup? I laughed at me when I was drunk and called you. Before Cui Wei got up, the mountain bird covered the cup and went away.

Must be remembered. It was windy and rainy last night. Rock waves danced in front of the door. The ghost in Sigeng Mountain blows the lantern and screams, frightening the children of the world. According to the appointment. He also asked me about the good deeds of Qingyou Zanglu Gong. God makes a heartfelt promise. Waiting for thousands of miles to carry you with you, whipping the luan and phoenix, and reciting the poem "I traveled far away".

5. What are the sentences that describe old photos?

1. A hundred-day-old baby, wearing a snow-white cotton cap, with a chubby little face embedded with black hair. The big eyes look even cuter with the white hat.

Standing next to him was a boy about three years old, wearing tiger-head shoes sewn by his mother, holding the chair where the baby was sitting. ——It’s such a black and white photo.

2. There is a 10-inch color photo posted on the wall of my cabin. That's a sunrise photo.

In the photo, the fiery red sun has just risen from the sea, illuminating the sky with a fiery red, and a golden light is reflected on the sea. There are four or five small fishing boats in the sparkling blue waves.

There are still some people watching the sunrise standing on the rocks by the sea. 3. Because photos record the pace of growth in our lives and record many sweet or sad moments.

Photos bear witness to every moment of our growth, from which we can feel the innocence of childhood and the willfulness of youth. Every memory is so precious. Whenever I recall it, I will really feel the ridiculousness of that time. I just want to go back in time and start everything over again, as if it was all a dream. I I am always afraid that I will suddenly wake up from my dream, and I really want the beautiful and happy moment to be frozen, but this is impossible.

4. Gradually, the lost time appeared in the photo. Old photos help me recall the past and yearn for the future.

The cherry blossoms are flying again, the snowflakes are falling again, and the north wind is blowing again. Who should my memories go with? The nameless cherry blossoms fall again, and the dream of the future lingers in this land. As the cherry blossoms fall, my yearning gallops across the horizon with the blue sky. 5. Some love lives in photos; some love lives in your heart.

But the love that makes people most secure and happy still requires that person to live by our side. ——Su Cen 6. The old photos are black and white, but they can record the happiness and worries of the past moments. After years of washing, only the corners have turned yellow, but this old red one, This deep yellow color preserves this moment and makes it eternity... 7. The other one, I don’t know whose it belongs to.

The photo looks very old: it is black and white, and the edges have turned yellow. In the photo, there is a kind mother, holding her child tightly in her arms, standing in front of a low and dilapidated house, her smile is so sweet... It seems that this mother loves her child so much. .

8. Look around and find that every photo of each student has its own characteristics and extraordinary charm.

Look, Yi Xuerou is wearing a gorgeous Uighur costume and is relaxing with her eyes closed; look, Shao Ke is standing by the road with his butt naughtily raised; look, Gu Chao is smiling from ear to ear for wearing a red scarf for the first time. ...Looking at the sunny, innocent and childish photos of my classmates, I smiled... 9. In front of a photo, many students would pause and appreciate it as they passed by. That was my friend Chen Qiuyi in Hainan Wonderful moment.

The sky is blue, the sea and the sky are connected together, it is hard to tell which is the sea and which is the sky, plus the golden beach and her bright smile, so beautiful! The narration on the side makes people feel immersed in the scene, as beautiful as poetry and painting, it can really be called a masterpiece. 10. In that photo, the background is bright red. I am sitting on a pink sofa. These bright colors reflect my blushing, pink and tender face.

At first glance, I saw that there were so few hairs. The few hairs were almost invisible. There were only a few loyal hairs guarding my little head. At that time, she was wearing a small and cute pink baby clothes, which was wrapped like a little meat ball.

Whenever my parents see this photo, they will say: "Look! Look how fat you were when you were a child. You are all chubby! You can even count the ones with less hair." Maybe, I Tianshi’s impression on his parents has always been that of a bald boy! I really have to admit that photos really helped me store my childhood, locking in the innocent smile of my childhood and fixing my carefree happiness at that time.

11. Looking at these new photos from the past, there will be a warm current in my heart. But I can't stay in this "past" for too long.

Time does not allow me to stay. Now I find that the time is short. The summer vacation that I originally thought was quite long actually requires a lot of arrangements. The time I get up in the morning is the first time I have broken through the summer vacation, but I still feel that there is not enough time.

Thinking about my childhood, I couldn’t help but sigh, it was such a huge waste! 12. Looking around, I found that every photo of every student has its own characteristics and extraordinary charm. Look, Yi Xuerou is wearing a gorgeous Uighur costume and is relaxing with her eyes closed; look, Shao Ke is standing by the road with his butt naughtily raised; look, Gu Chao is smiling from ear to ear for wearing a red scarf for the first time. ...Looking at the sunny, innocent and childish photos of my classmates, I smiled... 13. I looked at the old photos and looked up at everything outside the window. There were tall willow trees, wide and straight roads, and endless traffic.

Thirty years is like a dream. It is just a narrow circle with China’s more than 5,000 years of history. However, this photo has witnessed the great changes in the prosperity of the motherland. As teenagers in the 21st century, we thrive in the wave of reform and opening up.

"The sea is wide enough for fish to leap, and the sky is high enough for birds to fly." I think we should make better use of the superior material conditions to lead our motherland to a better tomorrow! 14. Every time I open my photo album, I feel really bad. It’s like knocking over a five-flavor bottle. The sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty things are intertwined in my heart, and it’s extremely bitter.

Because every time I recall it, I wake up from my dream. Every time I wake up, I want to cry. Where did my innocent and beautiful childhood go? Why, why does time fly by so fast? , the old photos turn yellow, and the new photos are very bright, but sometimes the bright photos also turn yellow. I am very grateful to God for giving me a wonderful life and many beautiful moments in my life.

15. Time cannot be wrapped or stopped. Only a small photo album records that moment of stay. The photos taken when I was six or seven years old record interesting things when I was a child.

Photos, year after year, have changed from new photos to old photos. One photo after another is like a sharp knife, chopping time into pieces in an orderly manner.

6. What are some sentences about nostalgia for photos from ten years ago?

1. Nostalgia is not because of how good that era was, but because you were young at that time.

2. Time will take away everything. The vow of "time is not old and we will never part" will never be able to withstand the precipitation of time. It is like two intersecting lines. No matter how reluctant we are to leave, there will be a difference. On that day, when you occasionally recall the past, will you think of my face with a touch of longing.

3. In those years, we quarreled, cried, made trouble, and laughed. No matter whether things were good or bad, we would hide them in the most precious corner of our hearts. There is no such thing as a banquet that lasts forever. Since we can’t keep people together, our hearts must be together.

Those years passed, those unforgettable times.

4. Sitting in the depths of time, recalling the beauty of those years, I always like to use beauty to interpret the beauty deep in my heart. The stranded time, the yellowed memories, those storylines that grow old over time, will pass through someone's life lightly, and those wandering thoughts will condense from then on.

5. Memories are gradually drifting away. Memories and the present are always separated by an unbreakable window paper. They can never be equated because memories can only be memories and can only be stored. The past and the present will always be the present.

6. No matter how beautiful the memories are, they are just passing by by chance. The love once passed away like the wind and gradually became blurred. The love that I thought could last forever turned around and broke. Don’t blame anyone. It's just that there is no fate.

7. Youth is not years, but state of mind; youth is not rosy faces, red lips, soft knees, but deep will, magnificent imagination, and passionate feelings; youth is the deep spring of life.

8. Since when did I begin to stubbornly believe that I have never lost the innocence in my heart? I stubbornly believed that I am the only one in this world who still remembers the color of the sea and the air. What about the taste?

9. There are always some memories that are repeated with sighs. As time passes by, the old movies become more and more desolate. When I stand in front of the screen by chance, my heart no longer hurts and my eyes are no longer red. . Just sighing too much.

10. Time is like a river. The left bank is the unforgettable memories, the right bank is the youth worth grasping, and what flows quickly in the middle is the faint sadness of youth. There are many beautiful things in the world, but not many that truly belong to you.

11. Memories are the connection between everyone and the past, connecting the past and the future; allowing us to understand what happened in the past. Everyone's past is different, so we should try our best to protect our own memories and not let them fade away quietly. Memories record the joy and sadness of our childhood.

12. After the trickle of childhood, life begins to stir up the waves of individuality, with the melody of youth running through each piece. Its turbulence and unruly nature are always beating against the embankment of time and heaving the ship of life.

13. I once thought that with the promises we made, we could really stay true to the words in the book and never leave or give up. Now I have dropped all the affectionate sentences and the good times are like passing clouds. Fleeting.

14. There are some memories that you cannot resist or escape. Memories are your shadow, and those worth remembering are always unforgettable. The emotions I once felt, no matter how sweet, no matter how bitter, no matter how sad.

15. However, most of what can be recalled is no longer owned, and what we already have is always ignored in our meaningless remembrance. And the silent time has already carried the scenery in your memory, gradually getting further and further apart.