1 Many things that we thought would never be forgotten were forgotten in the days that we never forget.

I know I am not a good recorder, but I like to look back on the road I have traveled more than anyone else. I couldn't bear to turn back and stop, and then I rushed forward vigorously while the time was still falling.

If you give me a tear, I will see all the oceans in your heart.

If God wants to destroy a person, he will go crazy. But I have been crazy for so long, why hasn't God killed me?

Will the love carved on the back of the chair, like flowers on cement, open a windless and lonely forest?

In this sad and bright March, I whipped my horse from my thin youth, through corydalis, through kapok, through the sadness and impermanence that appeared and disappeared.

7 If you laugh once, I will be happy for several days; But seeing you cry once made me sad for several years.

A lonely person will always remember everyone who has appeared in his life, so I will always think of your loneliness over and over again every night when the stars fall.

Whenever I look at the sky, I don't like to talk again, but I dare not look at the sky again when I talk.

10 I count your smiles every day, but when you are in Lian Xiao, you are so lonely. They say your smile is beautiful and undeveloped.

1 1 There is so much warmth in my life. I gave you everything, and you left me. How to smile at others in the future?

12 I once had a smile in my life, but it finally dissipated like fog. That smile became a swift river deeply buried in my heart, and I couldn't swim across it. The sound of that river became my desperate song day and night.

13 the noise and brightness of the world, the happiness and happiness of the world, like a clean stream, swim in the wind before my eyes, warm as a spring. I don't expect anything. I just want you to be happy, not sad. ...

14 The wind blows like a flower, and your smile is shaking, becoming the most beautiful ornament in my life, looking at the sky, the snow and the deep shadow of the season.

15 One is always on a strange road, watching strange scenery and listening to strange songs. Then one day, you will find that you have really forgotten what you tried to forget.

16 hid in a certain time and missed the palm print for a while; Hiding somewhere, missing someone standing on the road, on the road, makes me worry.

17 Hold my hand and walk with your eyes closed, so you won't get lost.

18 If one day we are not together, we should be together.

19 Some things haven't finished yet, so forget it. Everyone is a king, dominating in his own world. Don't listen to me, but don't make me listen to you either.

I forgot the year, month and day when I carved a face on the wall-Zhang Wei smiled and stared at my face sadly. We laughed and said that we stayed in the same place in time, but in fact we were already swept away silently by the torrent.

2 1 Some people will be engraved in their memories forever. Even if they forget his voice, his smile and his face, the feeling when they think of him will never change.

Those who say that they will never part have already been scattered all over the world.

Facts have proved that children involved in words will never be happy. Their happiness is like playful children, wandering to the skylight and refusing to come back after wandering to the skylight.

You will never see me when I am loneliest, because I am loneliest only when you are not by my side.

The space formed by singing makes the years come and go freely, so the face of the person who is still protected has not changed with a huge and endless hate.

One day I will walk away from you quietly, without any sound. I missed a lot, and I was always sad alone.

I look at you smiling, silent, proud and depressed, just like now, so I am happy with you and sad with you, but I have always stood in the present, and you will always stay in the past.

If we are all children, we can stay where time is, sit together and slowly bow our heads, while listening to the story of never getting old.

Not every effort will be rewarded, but every effort must be rewarded, which is an unfair and irreversible proposition.

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

3 1 Forgetting is our unchangeable destiny. Everything is like a misplaced painting. Everything in the past can't go back to the past, so it slowly extends bit by bit. Maybe we should forget what interleaving is.

What is happiness? Is to hide your sadness and smile at everyone.

Hard cities have no soft love life. Not Lin Daiyu, nor will she be sentimental because of sadness. All kinds of people don't see through the mirror, but I mean, a thousand years in the world is like my moment.

Memory is like water poured in the palm of your hand. Whether you open it or hold it tightly, it will still flow through your fingers drop by drop.

Who is a passer-by in his life, who is the wheel of his life, the dust of past lives, the wind of this life, and the soul of endless sadness.

I looked back at my growth path and watched it day by day. I stood on the side of the road, my hands in my trench coat pockets, watching countless people pass me with a straight face. Occasionally, someone stops and smiles at me. It looks like a peach blossom. I know that these people who stay will eventually become the warmth of my life. When I see them, I will never give up.

There is no legend that the grass grows and the warbler flies in this city. It will always live in reality, with fast drums, hurried figures, numb eyes and fake smiles, while I am being assimilated.

It will be unrecognizable one day. Time has taught me nothing, but it has taught me not to believe in myths easily.

The wind blew away. A year passed like this. It will continue like this next year. I don't know whether there is depression behind stability, or whether there is stability in depression. We just can't find it.

Leaving makes things simple, people become kind, and like children, we start over.

Wild animals can hide in caves when they are injured, and then lick the wounds and persist, but once asked, they can't stand it.

Like me, the wound is a stubborn child who refuses to heal, because the heart is a warm and humid place, suitable for anything to grow.

4 1 Because I know you are an easy-to-worry child, I put the thread in your hand but dare not fly too far. No matter how I fly to the clouds with the wind, I hope you can see it. Even if I get lost occasionally, I know you are waiting for me.

I don't like talking, but I talk the most every day. I don't like to laugh, but I always laugh. People around me say that my life is so happy, so I think I am really happy. But why did I suddenly become silent among a large group of friends? Why do I feel sad when I see a similar figure in the crowd? I forgot to talk when I watched the trees fall leaves madly in autumn, and I forgot the original direction when I watched the warm yellow light on the road as it was getting late. ...

Youth is like a drip bottle hanging overhead. Drop by drop, clean.

And outside the window is still a sunny world.

Birds in the sky, are you lonelier than me, or am I lonelier than you? Stay with me for the rest of the time, okay? If you are not lonely, I will not be lonely.

Silent cloud, are you more sad than me, or am I more forbearing than you? Forget me in the future, okay? So you're not sad. I forgot my memory.

I climbed for a hundred years and burned with a smile for a hundred years, just waiting for the reunion with you, because your happiness is all my belief in this life.

Those who left, no matter how long I waited, ended up scattered all over the world. Their voices and faces are unforgettable.

Finally, one day, when I walked past you, you didn't see me again. I think, maybe this is called forgetting.

For those people in the train, we children lying on the platform beside the railway tracks are just an ordinary picture in the scenery where windows whizzed by, but I don't know how many times those children lying looking up at the sky have secretly cried.

No man or woman is worth your tears, because the one who really loves you won't make you cry.

If you don't love me, please don't say sorry when you leave.

Every day, countless people flock to this fast-rotating city-with their grand blueprints or soapy daydreams; Every day, countless people leave the forest of skyscrapers in this rigid and indifferent city-leaving their tears.

5 1 This is a city that develops at the speed of light.

Rotating material desires and exuberant vitality have turned the city into an underground maze.

This is an era of indifference as sharp as a dagger.

Dig holes in people's hearts and bury them in ticking bombs. The rapid differentiation of these two levels of wealth has torn the human soul in two.

In our ordinary and vague life, there are not only relaxed laughter and hilarious fun. In the slow progress of time day after day, there are many pains like thumbtacks, which plunge into our hearts with the rolling wheels.

Our pain comes from love. But our happiness also comes from love.

The thick night outside the window is particularly heavy with silence, like a pool of lake water on a windless day. Under the dim street lamp, I occasionally walked past a pair of dating men and women snuggling together. Their shadows are drawn very long, like the capital word "happiness".

The first day of school has passed.

In fact, our life is changing day by day. The second hand, minute hand and hour hand, dragging virtual shadows, turned into countless dense days, and finally gathered into a long river of time, which became the great era we lived in.

And I, together with us, am the smallest and most obscure part.

56 people are really a completely self-centered animal.

God wrapped the whole Shanghai in a leaden cloud, and then began to water the flowers. Dark light makes people feel depressed. Even if all the fluorescent lamps above me are turned on, I can only provide a more lonely pale color.

In Guli's life, just a few decades, we should follow the principle of pursuing advantages and avoiding disadvantages. Leave people and things that are harmful to you quickly, and then quickly seize everything that is beneficial to you. The whole life should be an equation that strictly follows the mathematical theorem. From beginning to end, we have worked out what that X is.

If our life was full of another unknown possibility before, then within the university wall, whoever meets who first will lead to a completely different ending.

It's like someone threw a handful of steel balls on the turntable. No one knows who will win until the turntable stops.

Sixty is a long and gloomy winter-

Our love, hate, emotion and sadness.

Our past, our present, our infinitely distant future.

We had a long talk in the grass green era of calling friends.

Recorded in a fixed length film. As the machine reads, the curtain projected in the dark continues to be shown. The main stars were sad on the curtain, and the audience resonated with them in tears in the dark.

We are just a small fragment of this huge era, and then the ups and downs of the plot are staged on us. We gather, rotate, cut, overlap each other, and then form a huge glass ball, which shines brightly.

We are a vague existence, reflecting every desire and unwillingness in our hearts.

6 1 But life is never a series. No more sensational music when it's romantic; Will not let the heroine respond strongly when the hero confesses deeply; It won't knock over a cup of thick honey when it needs tenderness and sweetness.

It always has a plot it can't guess.

And the cruel screenwriter who created it.

Love without material things is just a cover-up of weakness. When the wind blows, even if it doesn't blow, it's a mess to walk slowly.

If our life is a movie or a series with a climax, then at such a moment, very sad background music will slowly emerge from the ground.

Those sad piano music, or sad cello sound, exaggerated our sadness and sadness until it filled the whole world.

The suffocation and tingling in the chest were forcibly brought into the body. Like a violent meteorite hitting the moon, or an explosion of a crimson mushroom cloud, everything is silent and empty after being blocked by a vacuum.

This is my love, he thought.

She walked away calmly and gradually left her own world.

He opened his mouth and cried.

The cold air poured into the warm chest like mercury and seized the heart instantly.

We will always worship those who shine.

We will always feel that they are gods.

They conquered the world with powerful and irresistible charm and strength.

For example, Gong Ming who is on the phone and Kitty who just left.

But we never know what price they paid for a shining life.

Rotating colorful material world.

Equivalent exchange, the cruelest and fairest cold world.

We live in the vast universe, and we are even smaller than the cosmic dust and the milky way light dust flying all over the sky. You don't know when life suddenly changed direction and fell into the darkness as thick as ink. You were dragged into the abyss by disappointment, you were dragged into the grave by illness, you were trampled to pieces by setbacks, you were laughed at, satirized, hated, resented and abandoned. However, we always keep hope in our hearts, in our hearts that are unwilling to give up. We are still working hard in great despair. This feeling of not wanting to give up, they became little stars with boundless darkness. We are all little stars.

There is a huge moon hanging in the sky, and the indifferent light makes the world look like a tragedy. It's only a short day, but it seems like a long century.

70 melancholy youth and rebellious years, fermented into a bowl of turquoise grass juice, poured into my heart.

After so many years, 7 1 still hurts her, but it also warms her. His back is like a black and white photo in a photo frame, like a silent tree.

She gritted her teeth and told herself that she would see him for the last time in her long life.

How much I want to be with him.

I want to be with you as before.

Later, sogou told me that he felt isolated in a lonely world, and his voice disappeared in a cave in the universe.

Now I feel like a discarded newspaper.

If my eyes could shoot poisonous needles, I would have been a cactus half an hour ago.

For a moment, I felt that our life was like this, only a pile of ashes and a few struggling heats.

I looked up and wiped away the tears rolling from my eyes. The tears they left on my face were quickly evaporated by hot issues.

Coulee thought for a moment and said, "This is still Qiong Yao's opera. The protagonist of Jing M. Guo is not dead. His heart must be extremely dark and abnormal. His childhood must be full of shadows and distortions. "

At the end of the memory, I finally couldn't help crying with a "wow". I hold the pillow tightly, and my chest is full of great pain called "things are different"

Our life exists in such a narrow, crowded and warm era.

Huge background music melody reverberates throughout Shanghai, dotted with Phnom Penh for this prosperous era. There are more times we don't know, places we haven't seen, and this era has not stopped turning. It makes everyone's life move forward in the coldest and most rational way.

8 1 The light of the sunset disappears as quickly as it is blown away by the wind, just like a good time that can never come back. That feeling, like the last scene of an era.

His black hair covered the face of his young idol and his great disappointment with the world.

The street lamp bounced a few times as if it were going out, but it returned to normal after a few seconds.

A whole street is brightly lit and bustling, which makes people feel very happy.

You know, our life is like this, one farce after another, never ending.

One day, we will be wiped out in the final explosion forever.

Many times, our life is like a narrative segment with music in a movie. The lens went through us one by one, then turned around and cut back. Without dialogue and lines, we silently appear in these scenes covered by music.

We live on this small planet at the same time and listen to the same sad music.

We are very sad.

Music flows from each of us, just as rain covers our years.

In the whole small universe.

There was a small time.

I think it won't be long before Shanghai slowly enters winter.

I really expect a heavy snow, continuous heavy snow, to make this city clean, pure white, empty and nothing.

Just like in the movie The Day After Tomorrow, the whole city has become a huge ice rink.

Everyone was buried alive in the crystal clear ice. For thousands of years, youth is permanent and immortal.