2. Keep silent for a long time and turn the past into flowers.

I hope that time will turn back and everyone will always be teenagers.

4. No matter how good the past is, the frequency of memories will be more, and the taste will be weak.

No matter how happy you are, you can't forget it, and no matter how sad you are, you can't beat time.

6, can't go back, everyone can't go back.

7. No matter how lonely the end of the world is, you should have me by your side.

8. The muddy road covered with footprints is like a vague memory.

9. Memories are so long. Bring me sadness. Buried all the old days.

10, I want to go against time and look for these strange scenery and enduring impressions.

1 1, recalling childhood. Except sigh. Although I know what I want. Time flies. Only in a trance.

12, memories are beautiful and particularly painful. Years have buried our love, and cardiovascular pain is dull and I don't know what it is.

13, I have been hiding in the deepest part of dreams and seasons, listening to flowers singing nightmares at night, singing all the excitement and singing all the memories to go home.

14, to: the teenager that everyone loved at the beginning. In this life, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the flowering period is too short. Fortunately, everyone met!

15, cross the ecliptic. Forget Sichuan water if you don't drink it. So if you leave a blank memory. I won't give you a smile. Just ... It just adds to the sadness.

16, the memories of youth, the breath of youth, and the sweat of youth are sprinkled on everyone. When the memory is drifting away, the return is only a moment!

17, after many years, will you be reluctant to part with some of today's disapproving highlights, and will you secretly laugh or wet your inner canthus when you recall it carefully?

18, the blue sky and white clouds. Whether the weather outside the window is sunny or not. Everyone in the room is listless. Suddenly the time overlaps. A piece of blue sky and white clouds jumped into the eye. Everyone over there is very happy. I don't understand everyone in the room. Looks worried.

19, put away the old small boxes at home and never open them again after moving to the new house. The unsmooth appearance has a mouth that I personally signed and sealed with sealing tape, and also lost in the floating dust of memory, sealing this warm old thing.

20. Go out and walk more, and you will find that ordinary people can often see that there are countless excellent people. Gradually you can figure out that there is no pie in the sky and what you need to put in to get it. And the most important thing for travel is memory. If you look back, you will find that "I have been to many areas before"; If you lament the passage of time, the photos on the journey will tell you that your past time has not been wasted; When we have gray hair and chat together, a yellow photo is enough to arouse thousands of memories, or when we tell stories to future generations, isn't a photo a story? Go out and walk more, money is inexhaustible, but time is not easy to wait for you in the same place.

2 1, the breeze brushed the cheek. Produce the smell of grass and happiness. Afternoon sunshine. It's still so hot Clouds flying all over the sky. Just like when we first met. As white as that. Hold your arm gently. How can the freshness of green tea catch up with the turbidity of summer heat? The reflection in the cup. It's long gone All these years, I have been waiting in the same place. Here or as before. It's a person. . Unwilling to change. But I have to change it. It also stores the synthesis when we first met. Unwilling to recall. But only memories. Playing the flute of parting. There is no brisk rhythm. Only slow sadness. Parting in memory. Spread in the body like blood. It seems that even inhalation is getting bitter. Cang Sang's years. Years like water. Just memories are struggling. I see. Memories are just memories. Everyday life turns memories into wounds of time.

22. Who did the flowers cry for that year? Walking through the stadium, the occasional cool breeze blew gently from my side; These unbroken feelings are quietly awake at this time; Spread out the palm of your hand, and the lost years flash faintly in the main vein. The journey of life, joys and sorrows; Love tells the piety of love in the arms of words; In fact, inexplicable sadness has been very quiet; Dust flows, the years are indifferent and indifferent to each other. Miss the cloud gauze, accidentally torn open by the wind, fell on the eyebrows; I am still in the gentle breeze, counting the pains again and again; Deep and quiet eyes are floating dust in the air; I am still in the city where the moonlight is getting thicker, praying ... If you suddenly understand my waiting after many years, can you smile without doubt? . Although you didn't say it, I didn't say it; These past days, many moved, will always become eternal, and will not grow old with time. Cold comes and summer goes, winter goes and spring comes, and there are snowflakes; Think about the flowers and fallen flowers that year. ...