2 We put down our dignity, personality and stubbornness because we can't put down a person.

3 in this sad and bright March, I beat the horse from my thin youth, through corydalis, through kapok, through the sadness and impermanence.

4 Some people will always be engraved in their memories, even if they forget her voice, her smile and her face, but the feeling when they think of her will never change.

5 The wind blows like a broken flower, and your smile shakes and shakes, which becomes the most beautiful ornament in my life. Looking at the sky, the snow and the deep shadow of the season

6 I think they should be quiet. It runs through the whole city.

8 Those camphor trees grow into endless memories along the rolling mountain roads of the city. They are standing on the roadside, standing in every corner of the city.

9 Standing by the river of memories, watching the swaying ferry silently ferry all the year round. In this way, they quietly draw the dusk and the morning.

1 I miss you in the past, I miss the seventeen-year-old I left on my bicycle, and I miss the wind that was stirred up by your smile, passing through my thin youth with sorrow and joy and yesterday that never came back. Bright. Sad. Endless.

11 I saw the mottled and deep shadows cast by life when it flew over my head. The hourglass turned over and over, and a thousand cranes bloomed brilliantly for another season. I know another year has passed. Many things have changed, too.

12 How to remember things that have not been remembered for a long time? Those silent expressions lying quietly on the floating grass.

13 I always think about those snowy winters, the broken clouds in the city and the sunrise that never appeared. Your shoulders have been stretched out all summer. I can't see the end of it.

14 that kind of loneliness goes hand in hand. Lost one heavy dusk after another. Turn your hands over for the clouds and cover your hands for the rain. How do you know I'm not lonely?

15 those long fires, the temperature cursed every inch of the earth. The surging tide surged on the hot bank, washed along the road and burned along the road. The bondage of who is who stubbornly inherits in the lifeline of breaking a thousand miles.

16 a staggered. Three interlaces. A thousand criss-crosses make up a legend with endless words. No one knows whose past. Buried the pallor of vows and the green of waiting. Is that you? Is that you?

17 Others are that the essence of youth is loneliness, or loneliness permeates the whole youth

18 Hiding in a certain time and missing the palm print of a period of time; Hiding in a certain place, I miss a person who is standing on the way and on the way, and makes me worry.

19 Graduation is like a window pane. We have to smash it, then walk past it with sharp fragments, and start a completely different life after being bloody.

2 pieces of time passed like clouds, and our youth flitted across the blue sky.

21 We are flies on the glass window, and the future is bright, but there is no road.

22 I often laugh, but I am not always happy.

23 Before, I was a person who loved looking up at the sky, and the blue sky wall always gave me the courage to survive. Now I like the deep night sky, which is all-inclusive and forbearing, and no one can see the tears left.

24 Those warm but sad sunsets cut our posture into a sad silhouette and left it in the air filled with flowers.

25 retrace the steps you took before. Revisit the scenery you have seen before. Even the crickets that sang in the grass ten years ago are still singing now. I passed them, passing through places called once again, and slowly, soft moss grew in my heart

26 They flew slowly over our bodies, pulling out white and fuzzy light in the air, crisscrossing the dim sky above us.

27. Heavy and heavy rain, so I forgot them here, forgotten in the dead corner of time and space, silent, covered by rain and years for ten years.

28 I have walked through the amusement park you described in my dream countless times. Those huge glass bottles scattered around are full of happy candy.

29 goldfish is swaying in the sky. The huge tail fin fanned the bigger black clouds in the sky. They stirred the air, and the whirlwind blurred the eyes.

3 The horizon is rippling along with the swing, so the afterimage of the sunset rises and falls repeatedly. Those dim lights in the horizon beat on the lonely ground like seals in the trajectory of the swing, but you can't be found in the wet reflection.

31 when you leave, time becomes unusual. Sometimes it's very slow, like slow motion in a movie, where everyone smiles or cries at you a thousand times slower. Sometimes, it's like a sudden frame jump, which becomes out of control. I always have this illusion, those huge clock dials appear on the ground, those hands are ticking under my feet, and these sounds haunt every absent-minded gap. They all remind me that after you left, you seem to have taken time with you.

32 Not every effort will yield, but every effort must be made, which is an unfair and irreversible proposition.

33 There is no legend that the grass grows and the warbler flies in this city. It always lives in reality, with fast drums, hurried figures, numb eyes and fake smiles, and I am being assimilated.

34. Reference books are the most sought-after printed matter in China besides banknotes.

35 Long time in infinite tenderness, tenderness in infinite time

36 Time is the best healer, and no matter how many wounds, they will disappear into the skin and dissolve into the heart, becoming beautiful patterns on the ventricular wall.

37 There is no logic in the world. In a blink of an eye, the soft moon halo turns into a cold sword light, the circuitous path turns into a continuous blood flow, the swaying madder turns into a wandering soul, and my life becomes a ripe fruit hanging on the branch, teetering.

38 Something is cracked in your heart, a very solid thing is broken in half, and it melts in the blood with the short knife in your hand. Even if all my shoes are drowned, my schoolbag can't escape the invasion of illegible handwriting, and I still think it looks so beautiful when it rains.

4 under the wall facing south, who will set up an umbrella painted with love in scratches of different shades? My name is on this side of the handle, and your name is on that side.

41 to enlarge my life to the last margin is a string of joy like grapes, one by one shouting and swearing to resist the approaching autumn.

42 There is always no wind. The sunlight cuts on the glass window at a different angle, and a harsh hole is cut in the eye. There are few people on the road who can make various postures in the sun and watch the shadows funny. Sometimes I pass a steel flagpole and catch a glimpse of my face deformed on the cylinder-a girl with a long circle.

43 maybe this is a hopeless situation. In the real dilemma, sadness seems so powerless and insignificant. But all I have left is sadness.

things have changed, and it is only in one section that it becomes clear.

44 In the farthest place from summer, ten years have made people discover that nothing can last forever except memory. Vague familiarity and clear strangeness.

45 simple syllables. Not air. Not color. It's not the smell or the cells in the blood. Not red, orange, yellow and dark purple sunshine. Not rolling mountains and sunken valleys. It's not a tight-fitting coat. Not hair and eyelashes. Not emotions. Feelings of remorse. Helpless emotions. Sour and soft emotions surged up and drowned themselves.

46 the deepest place, where all the memories are erased. When everything outside is still intact and continues in a happy and ordinary manner, there is still an infinite quiet place. Like staying at the end of the edge of the whole universe, time and memory blend and solidify together. You can still hear the most complete and lonely voice.

47 butterflies in light green spring, insects in bright golden summer, geese returning in bright yellow autumn, and unicorns in white winter, all of which can be remembered. I miss you so much.

48 right and wrong, true and false, virtual and real, intertwined into a dense ball. It turns out that they are all catching shadows. They are all catching the wind.

49 at that time, I just realized that some things should not be placed on it, and what will happen? Even if it is overbearing in my world,

it will still shrink and die in an instant when it is confessed to the outside world.

5 will always forget you in the future. First forget your appearance, then forget your voice. Then forget that you are good at laughing, or like to laugh. Forget

that you slowly changed from turbid to clear through the lights, forget your repeated appearance in my mind, and forget what you said.

51 You can forget everything. Not now, but also in the future. I always have a future beyond the future. Those will eventually go to themselves.

In the future, we can expect it to take all the memories away.

52 The white, very bright light starts to turn slowly after the photographer says "one, two, three". It passes through Class One and Class Two, and slowly approaches in the corner of the eye < P >. Until it shines straight into my pupil. The harsh and intense light has been probing all the way to the innermost place of the heart < P > the place surrounded by layers of blood vessels and cavity walls. A faint, still beating figure.

53 bangs are soaked to expose the forehead. One black and one white, but they don't contrast. But at the moment, the sky is blue and humid, where there are clouds, there are none.

54 Forgetting is our unchangeable destiny. Everything is like a misaligned drawing. Everything in the past can't go back to the past, so it slowly stretches and staggered bit by bit. Maybe we should really forget the misplaced things.

55 I finally hid my head in my elbow and began to cry quietly. The tram ran as slowly as a tear stain on the road.

56 I am moving forward step by step, and my heart is full of a sense of sadness abandoned by the whole world, but it is mixed with indescribable happiness, because I know that I am heading for you. Then, the huge darkness of X is no longer terrible.

57 in our dreams, we rush around the world, never afraid of anything. But suddenly I woke up, and I saw something beyond my imagination. This is life.

58 remember what should be remembered and forget what should be forgotten. Change what can be changed and accept what is unacceptable.

59 Time is the only thing that can wash away everything except tears. The longer time goes by, the lighter the conflict becomes, just like tea that is constantly diluted.

6 If an enemy makes you angry, it means that you are not sure of winning him. If a friend makes you angry, it means that you still care about his friendship.

61 Some people are hateful, while others are despicable. And when I put myself in his imagination, I realized that he was more pitiful than me. So please forgive all the people you have met, good or bad.

62 When you were born, you were crying and people around you were laughing. When you are smiling, people around you are crying. Everything is samsara, and children become old photos in samsara.

63 When old photos become memories, we become passers-by, walking back and forth in different directions, stubbornly moving away step by step. There is no Athens, no Rome, and there is no way back.

64 The alternation of shadows makes time fast, always hiding in dreams and seasons. Life, like this, always occupies an absolute leading position. When countless fools shouted that they controlled their lives and mastered their destiny, they didn't see that life stood on a higher sky, revealing a mocking face.

66 Everything has already changed. I am like a parrot sleeping in a shell. By the time I look out to look at the world, the sea where I used to live has become an unattainable mountain range, and I am a dead fossil on a cliff.

67 I didn't know that when I died, staring at the sky turned so bleak, and the moans of the snowy birds swept away obliquely.

68. The sound of cello is like a river, the left bank is a memory I can't forget, and the right bank is a time I deserve to hold on to, flowing in the middle, which is my faint sadness every year.

7 I always like to squat down and look at the traces of time on the ground, like a line of ants crossing my memory.

71 Because I always think of you, is this the most gentle imprisonment?

72. My tears stayed and watered the soft grass below. I don't know if there will be memories and sorrows in the coming year.

73. I was brave for too long and decided to live for you alone.

74 The children who used to be associated with words are never happy. Their happiness is like a playful child, wandering to the skylight and still refusing to come back.

75 I like the lights in the dark, and they always give me a feeling of stability and warmth. But I'm afraid of the headlights that come from surprises in the dark. I'm afraid to raise my hand to block my eyes.

76 In life, we laugh more happily than anyone else. But when all the crowds are gone, we are quieter than anyone else. So, most of the time, I don't want to write about the sadness in my life. I want those sorrows to settle down. No one knows. After thousands of years, my bones have turned into flying dust. I think they should also be condensed into crystal amber. Traces can disappear, so, in fact, many things can't last long, even if we believe that they can exist forever, but the word forever never seems to appear.

78 Those tears fell on the hot ground and evaporated quickly, without even a trace. I suddenly began to understand that in this hot summer, many things will be evaporated and there will be no trace left.

79' s eyes are too heavy to lift. A few heavy drops of pearl water with unknown origin are hung on his long cilia feathers. After blinking for several times, he falls down, and his eyes are misty. Through the faint water vapor, a face with a trance-like expression is reflected.

8 It's so desolate that tiny grains of sand fall on the eyelids. I had all kinds of messy dreams that night. Many people and many things are intertwined. It's all vague.

81 The wind blows the fleeting time broken like a flower, and your smile shakes.