2 We put down our dignity, personality, and stubbornness because we cannot let go of one person.

3 In this sad and bright March, I walked through my thin youth, through the purple pansy, through the kapok, through the sadness, joy and impermanence that sometimes appeared.

4 Some people will always be engraved in their memory. Even if they forget her voice, her smile, and her face, the feeling every time they think of her will be forever. Nothing will change

5 The wind blows up the fleeting years like broken flowers, and your smile sways and sways, becoming the most beautiful embellishment in my life. Look at the sky, the snow, and the deep shadows of the seasons< /p>

6 I thought they were going to sleep quietly this summer, but they were remembered again and flowed into my heart again

7 In the past few days, I always fell asleep as soon as I closed my eyes. See the endless camphor trees. Continuously across the entire city.

8 Those camphor trees grow along the city’s undulating mountain roads and become endless memories. They stand on the roadside and in every corner of the city.

9 Standing by the river of memories, watching the swaying ferry ferrying silently all year round. They just quietly painted the dusk and the morning.

10 I miss you in the past, I miss the seventeen-year-old I left on my bicycle, I miss the wind that was stirred up by your smile, the joys and sorrows of yesterday, and the yesterday that never comes back. Traveling mightily through my thin youth. bright. sad. Endless.

11 I saw the mottled and deep shadows cast by life as it flew over my head, the hourglass turned over and over again, and the thousand cranes bloomed brilliantly for another season. I know another year has passed. Many things have also changed.

12 How to recall things that have not been remembered for a long time. The silent expressions of those lying quietly on the floating grass.

13 I always think back countless times, those snowy winters, the broken clouds on the city and the rising sun that never appeared. Your shoulders have held up a whole summer. No matter how hard I look, I can't see the end.

The loneliness of 14 is always present. Annihilating one heavy dusk after another. Turning your hands makes clouds, turning your hands makes rain. How do you know I'm not lonely?

15 Those long-lasting fires and temperatures cursed every inch of the earth. The raging tide rolled up the scalding banks, washed along the road, and burned along the way. The shackles of who is who are stubbornly inherited in the lifeline that has been cut off for a thousand miles.

16 a staggered. Three staggered. A thousand intertwined stories form a legend with endless words. No one knows anyone's past. Buried the paleness of the oath and the greenness of waiting. Is it you? Is it you?

17 The other is that the foundation of youth is loneliness, or loneliness pervades the whole youth.

18 Hiding in a certain time, missing the palm prints of a period of time; hiding in a certain place, I miss someone who stands on the way in and out, who makes me care.

Graduation in 19 is like a windowpane. We have to smash it, and then walk over with the sharp fragments, and start a completely different life after being bloody and bloody.

20 pieces of time flow by like floating clouds, and our youth shuttles thinly across the blue sky.

21 We are flies on the glass window, the future is bright, but there is no road

22 I often laugh, but I am not always happy

23 Before I am a person who loves to look up at the sky. The blue sky always gives me the courage to survive. Now I like the deep night sky, which tolerates all darkness and forbearance, and no one can see the tears left behind.

24 Those warm but sad sunsets cut our postures into sad silhouettes, leaving them in the air filled with the fragrance of flowers.

25 Re-take the path you have taken before. Revisit the scenery you have seen before. Even the crickets that chirped in the grass ten years ago are still chirping today. I passed them, passing one place after another called the past, and slowly, slowly, soft moss grew in my heart

26 They flew slowly over our bodies, pulling out the air in the air. One after another white blurred light intersects with the dim sky above our heads.

27 Heavy heavy rain, they were forgotten here by me, forgotten in the dead end of time and space, silent, enduring ten years of rain and the coverage of years.

28 I have traveled through the amusement park you described countless times in my dreams. The huge glass bottles scattered around are filled with happy candies.

29The goldfish statue is swaying in the sky. The huge tail fin flapped the even bigger black clouds in the sky. They stirred the air, and the whirlwind blurred the eyes.

30 The horizon ripples along with the swing, so the afterimage of the setting sun rises and falls repeatedly. The dim light in those horizons hits the lonely ground like a seal in the trajectory of the swing. Only you can't be found in the wet reflection.

31 When you left, time became unusual. Sometimes it's very slow, like slow motion in a movie, where everyone smiles or cries at you a thousand times slower. Sometimes, it seems like the frame suddenly jumps and becomes out of control.

I always have this hallucination, those huge clock dials appear on the ground, those hands are ticking under my feet, these sounds appear in every moment when I am distracted. They all remind me, you After leaving, it seemed like I took time with me.

32 Not every effort will be rewarded, but efforts must be made for every harvest. This is an unfair and irreversible proposition.

33 This city does not have legends about grass growing and orioles flying. It always lives in reality, with fast drumbeats, hurried figures, numb eyes, fake smiles, and I am being assimilated

34. Reference books are the most popular printed matter in China besides banknotes.

35 The long time in infinite tenderness, the tenderness in infinite long time

36 Time is the best healer. No matter how many wounds there are, they will disappear on the skin and dissolve into The heart becomes a beautiful pattern on the ventricular wall.

37 There is no logic in the world. In a blink of an eye, the soft moon halo turns into cold sword light, the circuitous path turns into a continuous flow of blood, and the swaying madder turns into traces of wandering souls. Your life has also become a ripe fruit hanging on the branch, teetering on the edge.

38 There is something that cracked in your heart, a very solid thing, half broken, with it in your hand The short knife melts in the blood, melts in the bloody storm, melts in your transparent nature, melts in her extremely resentful emotion towards you.

39 Isn’t it beautiful to rain? Even if all my shoes are drowned and my schoolbag cannot escape the invasion of blurred writing, I still feel that the rain is so beautiful.

40 Under the south-facing wall, who holds up an umbrella painted with hearts in the scratches of different shades. This side of the umbrella handle is my name, and the other side of the umbrella handle is your name.

41 magnifies my life to the last edge, like clusters of joy like grapes, one by one shouting and resisting the approaching autumn step by step.

There is always no wind in 42. The sunlight cuts on the glass window at different angles, drilling a dazzling hole in the eyes. There are no people on the road, so you can do various poses in the sun and look at the shadows. Sometimes I pass by a steel flagpole and catch a glimpse of my own face deformed on the column - an oblong girl.

43 Perhaps this is a dead end. In the real desperation, sorrow seems so powerless and insignificant. But all I am left with is sadness.

There is a way that things change over time and become particularly clear in just one section.

44 In the place farthest from summer, ten years have made people discover that nothing can last forever except memory. Vague familiarity and clear strangeness.

45 simple syllables. Not air. Not color. Not the taste or the cells in the blood. Not red, orange, yellow and dark purple sunlight. Not rolling hills and sunken valleys. Not a tight-fitting top. Not hair and eyelashes. Not emotions. The emotion of regret. Feelings of helplessness. The sour and tender emotions came up and overwhelmed him.

46 is the deepest and deepest place, the place where all memories are wiped blank. When everything outside remains intact and continues in a happy and normal manner, there is still a place of infinite silence. Like staying at the end of the edge of the entire universe, time and memory merge and solidify together. The most complete and lonely sound can still be heard.

47 The light green spring butterflies, the bright golden summer insects, the bright yellow returning geese in autumn, and the white winter unicorns, they all remember that I miss you so much .

48 Right and wrong, true and false, virtual and real, are intertwined into a dense group. It turns out that they are all chasing shadows. They are all chasing wind.

At that time, I just realized that there are some things that should not be expected to have any consequences, even if they are arrogant and domineering in my world

But they will still be confessed to the outside world. of instantaneous shrinkage and death.

50 will always forget you in the future. First forget your appearance, then forget your voice. Then forget that you are good at laughing, or love to laugh. Forget

You passed through the light and slowly changed from turbid to clear, forgetting your changing appearance in my mind and forgetting what you said.

51 can be forgotten. Not now, not in the future It's okay. If it's not possible in the future, I will always have a future that is more advanced than the future. Those will eventually come to me

In the future, we can expect it to take away all the memories.

52 white, very bright lights began to rotate slowly after the photographer said "one, two, three". It passed by Class 1 and Class 2, slowly approaching in the corner of the eye

Light. Until it shines straight into my pupils. The dazzling and intense light shines all the way to the innermost part of the heart, which is surrounded by layers of blood vessels and cavity walls. A figure that was beating weakly, but still beating.

53 The wet bangs reveal the forehead. One is black and the other is white, but there is no contrast. At this moment, the sky is blue and moist, and there are no clouds anywhere.

54 Forgetting is our unchangeable destiny. Everything is like a misaligned drawing. Everything in the past cannot be returned to the past, so it slowly extends and staggers bit by bit.

Maybe we really should forget the things that were missed

55 I finally hid my head in the crook of my elbow and cried quietly. The tram ran as slowly as a tear stain on the road.

56 I am moving forward step by step, and my heart is filled with a sense of sadness of being abandoned by the whole world, but it is mixed with indescribable happiness, because, I know, I am heading towards you. . As a result, those huge darkness are no longer scary.

57 We run rampant in dreams and run around the world, never afraid of anything. But suddenly I woke up from the dream and saw something beyond my imagination. this is life.

58 Remember what should be remembered and forget what should be forgotten. Change what can be changed, accept what is unacceptable.

59 The only thing that can wash away everything except tears is time. Time moves feelings forward. The longer the time, the weaker the conflict, like tea that is constantly diluted.

60 If your enemy makes you angry, it means you are not sure of defeating him yet. If your friend makes you angry, it means you still care about his friendship.

61 Some people are hateful, and some people are despicable. And when I put myself in his shoes, I realized: He is even more pitiful than me. So please forgive everyone you meet, good or bad.

When you were born in 62, you were crying, and the people around you were smiling; when you were born, you were smiling, and the people around you were crying. Everything is reincarnation, and we are all in reincarnation

63 becomes old photos. When old photos become memories, we become passers-by walking back to back, moving away stubbornly step by step in different directions. There is no Athens, no Rome, and no way back.

The alternation of 64 and shadow makes time go faster, always hiding in the depths of dreams and seasons, flowers and nights singing nightmares and ending all memories

65 In fact, everyone In fact, there are many thoughts in my heart, but no one knows how to say them. Life is like this, always occupying the absolute leadership position. When countless fools shout that they control life and their destiny, they fail to see the mocking and mocking face of life standing in the higher sky.

66 Everything has changed a long time ago. I am like a parrot sleeping in its shell. By the time I poke my head out and look at the world, the sea where I used to live has become an unattainable mountain range. And I am a fossil that died on the cliff

67 I didn’t know that when I died, staring at the sky would turn out to be so desolate, and the mournful chirping of snowbirds would fly across the sky diagonally. When your face appeared in the blue sky, I smiled, because I saw you, as happy as a child who has not grown up.

68. The sound of the cello is like a river. The left bank is the memories that I cannot forget, the right bank is my years worth holding on to, and what flows in the middle is my faint sentimentality year by year

70 I always like to squat down and look at the traces of time on the ground, like rows of ants traveling through my memory

71 Because I always think of you endlessly. Is this the gentlest imprisonment?

72. My tears stayed and irrigated the soft grass below. I don’t know if a whole field of memories and sorrows will bloom in the coming year.

73 is me I have been brave for too long and decided to live for you alone.

74 It turns out that children who are involved with words are never happy. Their happiness is like playful children, wandering to the sky, wandering to the sky but refusing to come back

75 I like thousands of lights in the dark, they always give me a sense of stability and warmth. But I am also afraid of the car lights piercing the sky in the dark night. I am so afraid that I have to raise my hands to block my eyes.

76 In life, we laugh happier than anyone else. But when everyone is crowded When they all disperse, we are more lonely than anyone else. So, many times, I don’t want to write about the sadness in my life. I want those sadness to settle down. No one will know. When thousands of years later, I The bones turned into flying dust. I think they should also condense into crystal amber...

77 Traces that were once so clear can disappear, so in fact many things cannot last forever. Yes, even if we believe that we can all exist forever, the word "eternal" seems to have never appeared

78 Those tears fell heavily on the hot ground and quickly evaporated. There was not even a trace left. I suddenly began to understand that in this hot summer, many things would evaporate and no trace would be left.

79’s eyes were too heavy to lift up, and a few heavy drops of unknown origin hung on the long eyelashes. After blinking a few times, they swayed and fell down. Their vision was hazy and transparent. The faint moisture revealed a face with a dazed expression.

80 was so desolate that I felt tiny grains of sand falling on my eyelashes. There were all kinds of messy dreams that night. Many people and many things are intertwined. But it's all vague.

81 The wind blows up the fleeting years that are as broken as flowers, and your smile is swaying and swaying, becoming the most beautiful embellishment in my life. Look at the sky, the snow, and the deep shadows of the seasons.

82 There is a bird without legs in the world. It only stops once in its life, and that time is when it dies.

83 There is a city called the City without Tears, because the People only have laughter, no tears... But it changed later. This city is still called the City without Tears, but it is because the tears of the people in this city have all flowed away...

84 people can pretend Laughing, angry or sad, but unable to control the depth of eyes

85 A person walks alone and cannot find a way out. I feel the insignificance of people, and my insignificance. There are many things that I cannot do, and there are many things that I cannot say. Who can teach me those things. I cannot live without myself, and I cannot only have myself

86 Just like me, those wounds are a stubborn child that refuses to heal because the heart is a warm and moist place suitable for anything to grow.

87 I know I am not a very good recorder, but I like to look back on the road I came from more than anyone else. Run forward.

88 The wind blew hollowly. Another year passed like this. The coming year will continue like this. I don’t know whether there is frustration hidden behind the stability, or whether there is stability in the depression. We just can't find it.

89 We smiled and said; we are staying at the same place in time, but in fact, we have been silently swept away by the torrent.

90 I forgot which year, which month and which day, On which wall did I carve a face, a smiling and sad face.

91 I looked back at my growth path, watching day by day, I stood on the roadside , with my hands in the pockets of my windbreaker, I saw countless people walking past me expressionlessly. Occasionally, someone stopped and smiled at me, as bright as a peach blossom

92 Life is not Lin Daiyu, and it will not be because of sadness. And people with all kinds of charms can never see through the mirror, but the mist between my fingers and the world for thousands of years are like me for a moment

93 When you truly love something, you will find how fragile and powerless language is. There is always a gap between words and feelings.

94 If we were all children, we could stay where time is, sitting together and listening to stories that never grow old while slowly singing

95 The voice came from There, the sky opened a transparent gap and sprinkled fluffy water droplets. Just like a mirror, there have been cracks, so the scenery in the mirror is also distorted.

The wind of 96 blew up the fleeting years that were as broken as flowers, and your smile swayed and became the most beautiful embellishment in my life. Look at the sky, the snow, and the deep shadows of the seasons.

< p>98 The bird's wings vibrate in the air. It was a loud and harsh sound, full of fear. A flow with an uncertain destination.

99 Will the love engraved on the back of the chair be like the flowers on the cement, blooming in a windless, lonely forest?

100 Many times a person is aimless Wandering around, I couldn't help but look at the innocent-looking children around me. Seeing the pure happiness on their faces made me stop for a long time. In a moment of trance, I seemed to see myself walking along the way in them. The footprints and figures left along the way. However, the four seasons kept passing by without waiting for me, and I could hardly find the old self in my life. That innocent smile flickered, and with the tears, my world became crystal clear.

101 The tree that I had looked up to for a long time still lost its leaves in the wind, and in the remaining days, time passed by like this. Recalling the faces that were excited for the holidays, they were so far away from me in the silence. Watching the groups of children happily leaving school, seeing the neat lines, it seemed as if I suddenly saw the long and winding footsteps behind me, which had been blurred by time, and I was a little worried, afraid that I would forget those steps. I am afraid that I will forget my yesterday as I pass by.

102 opened the piano cover, and the traces that had not been touched for a long time were still neatly lined up. Slender fingers slowly caressed the black and white keys, dancing in the watery melody, filling the air with a familiar mood and a sad atmosphere, until at a turning point in life, the notes were forgotten and the strings were messed up.

103 Life is really a dramatic stage. No one can predict what role they will play, nor when the performance will end. When he stood on the stage covered in oil paint, completely changed beyond recognition, he had completely forgotten his original existence. It's like I grew up quietly in loneliness, and suddenly found that the innocence and enthusiasm had long since disappeared unconsciously.

104 I remember that when I was a child, I loved things with bright colors, such as sunshine and winter jasmine flowers. I remember that I used to run rampant in the sun and pick left and right from the flowers. I remember that when I was a child, I loved fairy tales the most. I liked watching all the happiness and beauty in fairy tales continue without being disturbed.

105 Sometimes I hide in a dark and quiet little room, thinking about the past, leaning against the window sill and always raising my head, afraid that tears will fall if I am not careful. Sometimes I want to live like this forever, wipe away my tears and laugh until everything is over, and then hide and cry alone. The room is filled with the smell of tea, a light fragrance, tranquil and fresh, filling every corner. Quietly, neither crying nor laughing, just real and complete pain.

106 is embarking on a new road. The past things and past people have a new beginning. They forget innocence, forget happiness, and forget sadness. All they see is the new window sill decoration. Full of sunshine. The story has ended on the previous page, the past has passed, and time does not allow me to restore it again. I think I probably won’t feel any pain or sadness anymore. Fate is destined for us to endure the past when we face it.

107 I stood in the wind that was constantly rotating from southeast to northwest, watching one thing slipping past me quietly. Everything will eventually end, everything will eventually come to an end. We probably need to learn to give up, learn to turn around and leave, and never look back. This is the price we pay for growing up. Although the window is still covered with ice and snow, please let us believe that tomorrow, when the window is opened, the ice flowers will reflect the most beautiful and bright sunshine.

108 Life goes around and around. In the end there is no direction. Either learn to be optimistic or accept disappointment.

109 But today, I finally watched you completely change from being famous to being embarrassed, from being popular to being popular, from rising tide to falling into disgrace.

110 I don’t like talking but I talk the most every day. I don’t like laughing but I always laugh. Everyone around me says my life is so happy, so I think I am really happy. .

But why do I suddenly become silent in a large group of friends? Why do I feel sad when I see a similar figure in the crowd? When I see the trees losing their leaves crazily in autumn, I forget to speak. When I see the warm yellow lights on the road as the sky gets late, I feel sad. Forgot my original direction...