Sentence 2 describing facial wrinkles and age (28 selected sentences)

1. What does this sentence mean? "The wrinkles carved on your face by time are like detailed descriptions of life files"?

Time flies, time flies like an arrow. No one wants to get old, but we can't resist the traces of time.

Everyone who walks through your life will eventually become a unique memory, and the traces left by those years will become the meaning of life.

4, I will always think of you, think of your appearance and your name, I will also think of you, think of the original beauty and the traces left by the years.

5. Memory stirs the soul with poetic strings, dragging the tired body and mind for a long time, and the long years drift by with a lost sense of vicissitudes.

6. Every day goes by, bit by bit. I feel that time is so urging us to mature and our parents to get old. We have grown up and our parents are old.

7. It was an old man over half a hundred years old, with a weather-beaten face and two deep-set eyes, deep and bright, looking very divine; Hair is very neat.

8. It's sunny, and there are some colored glasses floating in the sky. Looking at the light blue in the clouds, it seems that the sorrow of a thousand years disappears instantly, and the loneliness of ten thousand years is stained with color.

9. When we no longer go to school, we no longer have winter and summer vacations, when we no longer have time to spend with our parents, and when we think it is time to spend time with them, they are already old.

10, the old man's cheekbones are towering, his temples are gray, his face is dark and wrinkled, making his face rough as bark. A pair of vicissitudes of life.

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12 perhaps, parents basically don't expect to sow much return from their children. They just used their vocation and conscience to do everything for us, just hoping that their children can make progress and live a better life than themselves.

13, I don't like sadness, lament and infatuation. In the third year of high school, it was my turn to be alone in an instant. When I came home from my last holiday and saw my father again, everything I had began to pour out.

14, in my memory, my parents are always so strong and young. But when we stop polishing ourselves, we are satisfied with our steps. Looking back at them, wrinkles and traces of time have climbed on their faces.

15, we have lost the shyness and enthusiasm of youth, leaving only indifference. We have lost the innocence of the past and become more mature. It turns out that the young face has left traces of years. Youth has passed, and we have changed.

16, nothing is more valuable than the true self. Every grass and tree, in the natural space, shows its true colors, restores the essence of life, and restores its true self. The traces left by those years are also a kind of beauty.

17, autumn, chasing a touch of gold, meeting a warmth, and cherishing an encounter. This season is shallow and quiet. Clear the ink marks on the paper, shallow the traces left by the years, quietly lean in the depths of time and watch the flowers bloom and fall, and the years change.

18, I'm calm, I'm calm, I'm in love with loneliness, I sit and watch the storm surge, recite vigorous love, I'm strong, I'm brave, I've gone through the autumn moon without you, I'm happy, I'm sad, and I've built a thick wall with forgetting.

19, in a blink of an eye, a long year has passed away quietly like sand in your hand. However, if the sand is lost, you can grab another one; Flowers wither and can wait until next spring; Childhood has passed, but it will never come back.

20, filial piety, really don't need too much time and money, a word, a greeting, a kiss, a text message, a bunch of flowers, a hug ... sometimes parents will be excited to tears, and parents all over the world are actually very easy to be satisfied!

2 1, this is a kind old man, and his hair is carefully combed without any mess. But silvery white hair is still clearly visible in the black hair. In the slightly sunken eye socket, a pair of dark brown eyes quietly tell the vicissitudes of the years.

22. I want to leave, leave the familiar path, leave my accustomed bed, leave the cup I used, leave you I once loved, leave everything that will make me tempted, just like rebirth, live a new life in an old skin and live in an attitude and way that I have never had before.

23. Time goes by inadvertently, and when I open my old notes, there are deep feelings and artistic conception between the lines. It seems that I have returned to the ups and downs I have experienced, and the memories of the past are still the same, only a little less melancholy, a little more prosperous and a little more vicissitudes.

24. I miss the till and raise my cup. I ask the bright moon, when wine is a song, what is the geometry of life? The road of life is short and long, and the trivial things of the world of mortals are helpless. Who can express the joys and sorrows of life by seeing through the world of mortals, crossing the world, and enjoying kindness and hatred with pleasure? Why not go your own way freely, no matter the ups and downs.

25. My grandmother is seventy years old. Her short hair was covered with frost, her big eyes sank deeply, her teeth almost fell off, her rough hands were covered with earthworm-like blood vessels, and her weather-beaten face was engraved with wrinkles, which seemed to record her hardships over the years.

26. Youth passes too fast, even if you catch up, you can't catch up. Sometimes, from getting up in the morning to going to bed at night, you will feel that time flies. Who stole our youth, or did we drive it away ourselves? No one will know. Will invisible people who come and go without a trace be so easy for you to see?

27. Persistent life sits in front of the Buddha like a lotus, and rhythmic love lights up the endless candlelight in my heart. Through the snowflake, I feel the echo of warm and humid air, maybe colorful is ahead! Let the original * * unfold, use the language of poetry to light up the happy face on the other side, and the drunken beauty quietly blooms in the corner of the years!

28, as if hesitant steps, silent vows, who disturbed the heartache. Who cares, engraved with the traces of the years, flowing silently. Whose eyes are full of the pain of parting, I can't stop. A season of wandering thoughts, a season of sad dancing, for whom? Who knows, who is poor? Dear people, why are you obsessed, why are you waiting, why are you sad!