1. The days when I sent my dead mother away seemed to take away all my energy. For a whole week, I couldn't speak, because my voice was hoarse, and I was worried that tears would always flow before words.
2. The sieve of memory sifted out countless past events, leaving love and the crystallization of love, which occupied almost all my memories.
Sometimes we miss the past, not because the present is not good, but because of the small beauty of the past. After all, what is lost will never come back.
4. I am alone, forgetting or missing, regretting or unwilling, all of which are my own business and have nothing to do with others. If we don't forget the past, it is never because we miss others, but because we miss ourselves in the past years.
5. At night, I look up at the starry sky. The stars are twinkling all over the sky. The two brightest stars are my grandfather and grandfather. Don't worry, grandpa! I will study hard and never live up to your expectations of me!
6. I miss the simple and beautiful little happiness of the past. I only complain that fireworks are easy to get cold and beautiful, and I don't know how to cherish and miss until I lose them.
7. If the dense dark clouds dissipate and the moon shines again, it is only to make my thoughts of you never die.
No one will always miss the past, so there will be no one who will always cling to the past.
9. I turned around from midnight, and I endured listening to Xiangxian. When it's over, he'll know himself. I'm afraid it's unlucky for both of them, and they're going to live in the wind and sleep outdoors again. Clear tears, confetti.
10. The world misses the past, not because it is better, but because it has become the past.
1 1. The stars in the spring night are so bright and moving. In my dream, there will always be a pair of stars shining, and that is your beautiful eyes like flames.
12. You walk on the street corner of the past, listening to the songs of the past, watching the old movies of the past, and crying yesterday. Do you think you miss that era? No, you just miss yourself.
13. Fifty strings, each of which, like a flower, represents youth. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. It's worth remembering that it had come and gone before I knew it.
Tomb-Sweeping Day said the same thing in 2022. People who have left can't come back, so get along well while their relatives are still there.