Quotes about the past

1. I try not to remember the past as much as possible, because it is impossible to go back the way I came. I love others carefully because they are less likely to overflow. I cry when I feel like crying, and laugh when I feel like laughing, as long as it comes naturally. I don't seek depth, just simplicity. ——Sanmao

2. A table knife is slim and virtuous. She has not yet remarried. A piece of news. Wandering on the street and then running to the corner to whisper. A bottle of wine. A nose full of tears. Another incident. Past events How to live a life without marrying Kant and Andersen It's so sad A pair of leather shoes An alley A wife One kick is a lifetime A Sunday A pile of shit One pee A ridiculous thought disappears - Ding Dang (poet) "Sunday"

3. When the relationship between them is a thing of the past, the most embarrassing thing is that everything is as clear as yesterday. ——Gu Man's "Why the Shengxiao is Silent"

4. Do not dream of unreachable dreams, which makes my sleep peaceful. Avoiding friendships that are overly warm when there is nothing to do makes me feel less burdened and less committed. Not saying unnecessary gossip makes me feel refreshed. I try not to dwell on the past as much as possible, because it is impossible to go back the way I came. I love others carefully so that I don't overdo it. I cry when I love to cry and laugh when I love to laugh. I don’t seek depth, just simplicity. ——Sanmao

5. Happiness is repetition. Every day, I talk to the person I like, talk on the phone, travel, repeat a promise and a dream, listen to him mention childhood memories for the twenty-eighth time, celebrate his birthday with him on the same day every year, and celebrate Valentine’s Day, Christmas, and New Year’s Eve every year. Make love with him. Even the quarrels were repetitive. They quarreled over trivial matters, then had a cold war, missed each other crazily, and finally reconciled. ——Zhang Xiaoxian

6. Don’t mention the past, don’t remember the future, be clean and free

7. Looking at the old photos, I don’t know why I smiled. In the photos, you were standing in front of me and staring at me. I was making faces for the camera, but I was helpless and wanted to divert my gaze.

8. Keep the past in your heart! Over time, it will be covered up bit by bit. As long as no one uncovers it, it will be forgotten bit by bit. Even if I think of it one day, I won't feel pain, but more regretful about why we didn't get together.

9. I still remember the look in his eyes when he looked at me, as if there was light. I thought maybe he really loved me.

10. "Memoriesarelikemoonbeams,atterwhereyoumetwho" .Towhatend. I always thought that I would get used to the lost time and the past, no matter where I was or who I met.

34. The past is sad and sentimental. , the fate of both hands.

35. Time is leisurely, affecting the past like smoke. You stand on the other side of the years, smiling as before. Meeting is a beautiful fate, just because of that moment of gaze, everything. All the seasons are blooming for you. After walking through the prosperity and silence, what is still unforgettable is the look in your eyes when you looked at me!

36. Sometimes, I miss those figures in the photos and look at them. The smiling faces always feel like they were in another world, and the past is vivid in my mind, just like yesterday, but I know that if we leave the past, we can't go back to the past world.

37. The background of the coast is the bustling city, and the foreground of the coast is the low tide. The street lights on the side of the city are circles of light. Against the background of the night, there are sections of light and dark; The other side is the time that is like water, some past events are scattered in the crowd, like butterflies, running in the youth looking for the fragrance of flowers...

38. Xiaoguang urges the corner. , the old bird has not yet slept, the morning chicken sings early, and the wine is warmed. I regret that the wind and sand followed the army. I woke up from the dream at the beginning of the night. This is a house. The past is uncertain, and my hands cover my heart with tears. When I reach the end of the world, the moon is not missing. At dusk, the willow trees are smiling and laughing.

39. "The sky is not clear, and it is lingering." After the clouds of the past, look at those early winter noises: the end of the world: how can it be the beginning of something new. "

40. The past, withered, then fell, and then floated. About the famous paragraph about "spring"

The south wind carrying the breath of spring blew his scattered hair; the spring swallows patrolled back and forth, and the air was filled with their murmuring voices; the new green grass lay limply on the ground with a smile, as if they were talking to the little yellow dandelions with their heads lowered; the softness of the willows. The peach tree swayed in despair, apparently because it felt too lonely when it saw that the peach trees around it only had young leaves.

——Mao Dun's "Footprints"

1. After the spring rain, the willow branches turned green and the peach blossoms were full of water. From time to time, one or two peach petals floated on the water. The sky was as tender and bright as glass, and the sun rose in the east half of the sky with a smile on its face. It's like a girl's face, full of beauty. The picturesque spring scenery and the magnificent mountains and rivers make people feel comfortable and energetic.

——Shi Peifa's "The Man Who Spins the Net"

Anyway, winter is over after all.

By the beginning of April, the days are getting warmer, but the nights are still cold: winter still refuses to give in, but finally a warm day comes and beats winter back, and the rivers flow and all the birds sing. The entire meadows and shrubs along the river were submerged by the spring tide, and a large area between Zhukovo and the high slope on the opposite bank was occupied by a vast expanse of water, with wild ducks flying and landing in groups here and there on the water. Every evening, the fiery red spring clouds and gorgeous clouds create new, extraordinary, and bizarre scenery. In the future, when people see that kind of color and that kind of clouds in the painting, they simply will not believe that it is real.

——(Russian) Chekhov's "The Peasant"

Spring. The yellow fields turned green. New green leaves grow on dead branches. The sun is smiling gently at everyone, and the birds are singing and flying. The flowers are blooming, red flowers, white flowers and purple flowers. The stars are twinkling, red stars, yellow stars, and white stars. The blue sky, the free wind, and the dream-like beautiful love. The windows were wide open, and the sunshine crept in with a smile. The flowers smile at the butterflies outside the window. Bees and flies were flying around the room.

——Ba Jin's "Autumn in Spring"

Spring is full of flowers, and my hometown is full of prosperity. The willow trees in the Ishikawa River began to sprout, the grass in Jizi Mountain also secretly emerged, and various flowers quietly bloomed. Look at the banks of the river and at the foot of the mountains: pink peach blossoms, snow-white pear blossoms, delicate begonia flowers... they are all blooming with smiles. The grass is green, the flowers are red, and the river is thawing. At this time, if you come here, nature will leave the latest and most beautiful pictures in your mind.

——Chen Yueli "Please Come to Our Hometown"

The posture of spring is gentle and beautiful: on the grassland above the treetops, the buds are slowly coming out, green, Light green, like a girl, solemn and lively. Spring seems to exist just for them. The catkins and poplars floating in the spring space are like sluts who must seize the opportunity to let loose. They have completely abandoned their hypocritical shyness and are provoking people everywhere; the sky is dark blue, and the sun is as warm as a sponge. Soft; the wind blows on people and makes them happy as if they were possessed. People were so intoxicated that they were about to dissolve into this scene.

—— Ge Dihe's "The Mystery of Spring"

Jiangnan is beautiful in spring, the wind is soft, the air is fresh, and the sun is warm; the wheat seedlings in the fields are like a sea, The dotted villages are like unsinkable boats; the winding rivers criss-cross the river, the willow branches sprouting buds on the riverside, the asparagus sprouting leaves are clear, and the calm water in the rivers wakes up from the purity of winter. Come here and be dressed up by the colors of nature, green and green; it is so charming that the mountains and rivers are so charming. At noon when the sun is bright, you can still see groups of swimming fish under the water, stopping there motionless, like a team of submarines waiting for the wind to set off. At this time, the entire insect world is setting off an extremely huge liberation movement. Every second, countless billions of lives rush out of hibernating shells. Only then does spring become energetic and spring is so prosperous. !

——Gao Xiaosheng's "Wallet"

Spring has come to Jiangnan, and spring has come to Shanghai.

Shanghai, a big city that has always had a slow sense of the seasons, is now strongly filled with the breath of spring, reflecting the arrival of spring colors. Look: on the green belt of the ten-mile promenade on Zhaojiabang Road, the magnolia flower, which can be said to be the first branch of the east wind, blooms so brightly and enthusiastically. The white one, lightly wrapped in plain clothes, is crystal clear and graceful. Looking at it, people can't help but have a noble feeling of emerging from the mud but not stained; the purple one is gorgeous but not vulgar, beautiful but not charming, the same He holds his head high and has a heroic spirit. In addition, the peach blossoms, apricot blossoms, azaleas, camellias... are also in bud and blooming, vying to tell people the news of spring. As for the inside of the park, it goes without saying that it is so beautiful. Even the trees on the sidewalks on both sides of the road, which not long ago stood naked in the cold wind, are now sprouting buds, covered in green, happily greeting pedestrians, exhaling the rich breath of spring. . Famous quote about "Late Spring"

"The light boat is slowly curled up in the mist, and the gentle rain is covering the distant mountains." Every year in late spring, the green plums reveal a yellow color, and the Jiangnan region has entered the plum rain season. . At this time, the scorching sun is no longer willing to show up. Sometimes the clouds open up, showing a smiling face, and then drive up the clouds and hide in the palace of heaven. Then, it starts to rain; sometimes there is also the "sun in the east, rain in the west" "Wonderful sight. Mountain water from Tianmu Mountain in Zhejiang and Maoshan in southern Jiangsu flows into Taihu Lake in large quantities. The water in the lake swelled so much that it had no time to leak out into the sea, resulting in a scene where the sails were high and the bridges were low and the islands were low. In the drizzle, the white waves of Taihu Lake are surging, the emotions are particularly full, and the colors are extremely vivid, like a painting that has been splashed with ink but not yet dry!

——Zhang Zuosheng's "Spring Rise"

The southerly wind blew the rich fragrance of wheat into the village, and the farmers' soles seemed to be oiled and couldn't stand idle. Nature delivers beautiful letters to people, and people read these familiar handwritings: catkins are flying, elm coins are falling, butterflies say goodbye to rape petals that fall on the ground, pea flowers turn into fat green pods . This is the last scene of spring bidding farewell to summer.

This scene requires so many props: the men are packing the noose frames, mulberry handles, and brooms; the women are packing dustpans, baskets, and mending torn bags. Especially in the morning, when the moon is setting and the stars are sparse, the clear summer chicken crows: "It's summer - hoo, it's summer - hoo!" When people wake up from their sleep, the sickle grinders in front of the huts The voices merged into a powerful sound stream.

——Li Zhun's "The Yellow River Flows East"

The weather is intoxicatingly warm, and it happens to be the season when the cherry blossoms have fallen. The fine sandy sidewalk is covered with scattered pink flower pieces, some of which are hanging on the tiled green grass. A few pear trees are still dotted with tender white remaining petals. The mountains to the north and west were all covered with light blue clothes; little swallows were dancing back and forth in the forest. It is the end of the good spring here, and there are beautiful scenes everywhere that make people linger.

—— Wang Tongzhao's "Mountain Rain"

That night, in a guest house on the Pilzwasser River, we used birch wood to light a fire in the fireplace and sat by the fire. Looking back on this trip, I feel honored. There will never be another spring like this in our lifetime. We stepped outside late at night, the sky was clear and the stars were twinkling. But in this starlight, spring quietly left. It will be summer when we wake up tomorrow.

Spring has arrived in all corners of the northern hemisphere. It is like a sound that continues to expand until it disappears in space; it is also like a gust of wind blowing across the earth. We cannot see it itself, but we are aware of the changes it causes. It is like a gentle breeze on the wheat field, or like a flying shadow cast by drifting clouds. It is like the life that fills the universe. When you come into contact with it, you can only come into contact with part of it. And just when you think you are facing it, it quietly walks away. Of course, only spring disappears suddenly on the calendar. In reality, the seasons change gradually.

——(U.S.A.) "Spring in the North Country" by Alvin Way Till Good Paragraphs: A Collection of Famous Paragraphs About "Early Spring"

At this time, the flowers have not yet grown. Buds, hibernating animals have not yet begun to wake up, and the greenery on the branches is really only a little bit, if there is nothing, just like what He Xun wrote in his poem: "The light smoke penetrates the willow color", a little bit If you are not careful, you may really think that what is hovering in the treetops is just a wisp of misty smoke.

——Yuan Ying's "The Color of Willows in Chang'an"

The yellow wind swept away the severe cold in the north and brought spring in the mountains. The spring here is not as bright and beautiful as in the south. The melting sunshine only integrates the stacks of gray-yellow mountains, the houses and trees embedded in the mountains, and the hills and ravines arranged at the foot of the mountains. Even Even pedestrians and livestock are integrated into it. Looking around, everything seems blurry, just like a patchwork of color photos with minimal contrast. But those who are looking for spring can still feel the breath of spring in this confusing world. Look, in the mountain stream and under the rocks, there are three or two peach blossom trees and four or five apricot blossoms, like lit torches, aren't they calling you and teasing you, making you unwilling to stop and continue looking? Going further, you can still see the laughing trickling water. They emit brilliance like broken silver, running to bring spring to people. I am willing to stop by the stream and listen to the warm and quiet whisper of the stream. At this time I felt that spring was rising from under my feet.

——Tie Ning's "The Season of Washing Peach Blossom Water"

The cold winter has passed. The gentle east wind blows to every corner of the wilderness, and the warm sunshine shines on the earth, awakening all things on the earth and bringing endless hope to the earth. ah! It turns out that warm spring has arrived. The willows on the embankment and the trees on the ridge have grown new branches and leaves, showing infinite vitality. The white ducks and swans swimming freely on the green waves of the spring water are playing happily. The flowers in the wilderness are also in full bloom, and the gorgeous peach blossoms are competing to bloom first. It is a riot of purple and red, and the flowers are in full bloom. Bees and butterflies are flying among the flowers, and birds are singing on the trees. The first song is the Spring Festival song, praising the brightness of spring and singing about the hope that spring brings to the earth. Spring puts new clothes on the earth and restores a fresh feeling to people. Farmers in the fields are busy with spring plowing as spring approaches. While they were cultivating, they sang loudly, and the whole field was filled with joyful singing and atmosphere. Spring is so beautiful. Spring is the most beautiful season of the year. Therefore, we must not let it go to waste and cherish this bright but short-lived spring.

——Ling Yingjian's "Spring"

The increasing heat of the sun brings spring back to the earth. Spring is like a beautiful fairy in a fairy tale. It leaps from the ocean to Hainan Island, and then from Hainan Island to the southern tip of the mainland, delivering the news of spring all the way north. Wherever she went, the ice and snow melted, trees sprouted, flowers bloomed, and hibernating animals opened their sleepy eyes and woke up. Although it is a long journey from south to north, from Leizhou Peninsula to the Heilongjiang River Basin, this beautiful fairy would have to travel for five or six months. However, by the beginning of spring, she had already crossed Guangzhou and headed north. The road she walked on immediately turned into a colorful road, with light yellow, tender green, colorful purple and delicate red, and the leaves and flowers were full of life.

Those bell-shaped flowers, like bell flowers, seem to be making subtle sounds, smiling indulgently like wild little girls: "Spring is here! Spring is here!"

——Qin Mu "The Colors and Sounds of Spring"

In spring, the earth wakes up from the cold winter, and the old grass and trees that have been cut by people grow wild and strong again. The shoots were pulled out. Without artificial cultivation, they grow under the wind, rain and sunshine. At this time, there is an endless green sea all over the field, setting off red, white, yellow, purple... all kinds of wild flowers. A moist breeze blows, and the rich scent of pollen and grass goes straight into people's hearts. Drill. No matter who you are, they will open their mouths wide and breathe in deeply, feeling intoxicated and refreshed like drinking nectar.

——Feng Deying's "Bitter Cauliflower"

There were four black trees under the gray sky, and at some point, some green dots had been sprayed out. In just a blink of an eye, a green fog will appear. Several swallows changed their formations happily and lightly passed over my roof.

—— Yan Wenjing's "A Bass Variation"

Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the footsteps of spring are approaching. Everything looked like he had just woken up, and Xinxinran opened his eyes. The mountains are moist, the water is rising, and the sun is blushing. The grass secretly emerged from the soil, tender and green. In the garden and in the fields, you can see that there are large areas full of them. Sit down, lie down, roll a few times, kick a few balls, race a few times, play hide-and-seek a few times. The wind is gentle and the grass is soft. Peach trees, apricot trees, pear trees, if you don't let me, I won't let you, they are all full of flowers. The red ones are like fire, the pink ones are like clouds, and the white ones are like snow. There is sweetness in the flowers; when I close my eyes, the trees seem to be full of peaches, apricots and pears. Thousands of bees were buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of all sizes were flying around. Wild flowers are everywhere: various kinds, with names and without names, scattered in the grass like eyes, like stars, and they are blinking. "The wind in the willows is not cold when it blows on your face." It's good, like a mother's hand caressing you. The wind brought the smell of newly turned earth, mixed with the smell of green grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly moist air. The birds settled their nests among the flowers and leaves, became happy, and showed off their clear throats to their friends, singing melodious songs that matched the gentle breeze and flowing water. The piccolo played by the shepherd boy on the cow's back was also ringing loudly all day long.

——Zhu Ziqing's "Spring"

The ground is flat - as flat as a tabletop - with the withering brown weeds left over from last year growing on the ground. The tree is shaking slightly, and there is new green under the weeds - this is a sign that the grass and trees know spring. I don’t know why, but there is a transparent aura surrounding the distant and blurry outline of the city, making the city look like a fly buried in amber, giving it a subtle meaning of art. He was moved.

——(American) Dreiser's "Giant"

The sky is clear and the sun is shining brightly. Miss Chun was so tanned that she squinted her eyes. The new green leaves are like her curly hair, and the mist on the field is like her clothes. With the pace of her spring, the green grass broke out of the ground, almost trying to dig out with her feet.

——(Su) Aitmatov "Farewell, Gulisary!" 》