1, the wind blows over the cheek, and the memory drifts away with the wind. The past came back, and I remembered that morning.

2. The shimmer is scattered in front of the window, and my heart is shaking, and I can't help thinking of many past events.

In the morning when the sun rises, the wind blows, and in April when cherry blossoms are in full bloom, they are thriving. I stood in the street, thinking of that year.

The glass window danced with the wind, and the change of the pen tip seemed to bring me back to the warm summer when cicadas were singing outside the window. Sunset is hanging in the sky, and we are whispering in the classroom.

It was dark at night, so I closed my eyes. Memories come and go like slides. I wish I could open my eyes and go back to that day. ...

6. Memory is like a dried orange, but there are still tender orange petals after peeling. Sunlight passes through and casts a faint halo. Through this faint orange light, I seem to see myself once, standing under the halo and smiling.

7. I caught the tail of time, and it took me back to the place buried deep in my memory.

8. The sunset falls into the Milky Way, and the joy of the stars rises in the long night, splashing stars, illuminating the roses with the last corner, and the evening breeze blows my face and blows my thoughts into time.

9. The sunset is infinitely beautiful and buried by the coming night. Clouds dyed the sky red. The sound of the piano echoed, and the strings of time gently dialed back to that day.

10, bright meteors streaked across the night sky, and dazzling stars merged in an instant. And the brightest one in the night is a lasting memory and a secret that I have never mentioned in my heart.