1. In the hourglass of memory, small things may be taken away and forgotten, and important scenes are often lingering and difficult to cross. Bowing to the past, the ups and downs of life, now it is just a blink of an eye, the past is like a cloud, gone. In the end, they will disappear at any time under the traction of the elderly, but in retrospect, the most brilliant moments are the frolicking in childhood, the pursuit of dreams in adolescence, the responsibility and responsibility after marriage, and the yearning for life in old age. Memories can remind us of our dreams and make us fight for them all our lives.
2, the world of mortals, half-life misty rain, half-city battlefield, how many old dreams of the world of mortals have been forgotten, the fate is exhausted, the feelings are unfinished, you are persistent, and love and hate are born. Why? Let love go. Perhaps, some love is only suitable for collection and placed in the softest corner of my heart; Some people, only suitable for memories, strung on the memory board, leaving shallow traces.
3. If we can go back to the past, if that story has not been forgotten, if it is a corner that has not been expected ... maybe, now is our eternal fantasy. Perhaps, everything is impeccable; Nothing can be destroyed, and there is no fleeting time that can't stand the wind and rain! The silhouette of the years, brush one's shoulder and look back again and again, are all fate, and it is also the fate that has been repeated for thousands of years.
At this moment, at that moment, I always walk in time, forget and recall. And ties are like winding vines climbing endlessly on the tree of thinking, and everything seems to be silent. Memory is like a cup, full of intoxicating nectar. Take a sip, your heart will be hot, and your heart will be happily drunk.
5. Life is a process of forgetting. Life is a blooming tree, quiet or warm, lonely or bright. The days are getting thicker and thicker in the rings of years, and those innocent, dancing or meditating souls are engraved with deep or shallow, thick or light marks in the bustling noise.
What I don't want to forget is the spring rain. Every rainy day is the most unforgettable time for me. When listening to the rain, there is such a person with me, my heart is still, and the falling raindrops are also my waiting dream. The rain in spring sometimes falls on your heart inadvertently. Ordinary days, still water.
7, a few dusts forget, lightly touch makeup, tears are red. Looking across the balcony, I have a lot of thoughts, cold and bitter, cold and sad. How can my heart not panic? Besides, who knows how sad I am.
8. The fleeting time has never been forgotten. We carefully collected the low-key and speechless past, and those people and things that made us look down on made us deeply love ourselves. See the dust, light eyes, Ming Che and serious, will not waste every time, and will never casually every time. Distant heart, half-angry and half-happy, the world is warm and cold, always revealed in the years with four distinct seasons. There is no need for fantasy or anxiety. One day, I will be prosperous and barren, and my heart will be in place.
9. Flowers bloom for a season, but dust and mud are buried. Whose dream was once beautiful and forgotten? In desperation, I sighed, and when I was grooming, my hair was scattered all over the floor, and suddenly I turned around and it was gone. Put aside a frivolous love and slowly pick up the scattered tenderness. On the side of silence, locked his brow alone, trying to trace his past.
10, for those who have passed away, everything has been forgotten. But everything has not disappeared, because they are remembered by us. We fondly think of some people, but others don't. A few people are remembered by many people. And some people are just missed by a few people.
1 1, if you can't forget it, just to commemorate it, just feel warm. Then I'd rather do it for only one season in my life and take it away with a smile for a year. Time is still there, and we fly by.