Smoke, forget the past, and be selfless at heart.
Paul Kochakin "recalls the past, he won't regret wasting time, and he won't be ashamed of doing nothing."
Time flies, never to return, the past can only be recalled.
Sadness, bitter thoughts, memories of the past, thousands of thoughts, memories of the past, sunset flowers, fresh memories, unforgettable memories, unbearable memories, a sense of the past and the present, a feeling of reviewing the past and learning the new, memorable and unforgettable.
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, a bleak place to talk, even if you meet, you should not know each other, your face is covered with dust and your temples are like frost. At night, I dreamed that I suddenly came home. The window of Xiao Xuan was dressing up, silently caring for each other, and tears flowed thousands of times, which made my heart ache every year.
The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading. Allred-rochow can't stand the cold of five people, and he doesn't know that he is a guest in his dream. Don't lean on the fence, infinite, hard to see and easy to see, water exhausted, heaven and earth also.
The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the leaves are still scattered, the cold duck is surprised, and acacia knows when to meet. At this point, the night is awkward.
The classic sentences about describing memories are like a mirror. It is the memory that reminds me of the helpless memories that belong to us.
Maybe I'm just a passer-by in your life, walking quietly, just as I came quietly. Looking back, I will not regret wasting my time, nor will I be ashamed of my mediocrity.
I know that memories are painful and helpless. Memories of the good past will become helpless regrets, helplessness for different things, helplessness for time, and helplessness for late cherish. Looking back on the past, is it not to relive the sweetness of the past under the subtle contrast of happiness? Unfortunately, people are always willing to throw themselves into the abyss of memories when they clearly know that memories bring only endless sadness and pain to life, so that the sad and cold wind can penetrate the body invisibly and entangle themselves in their hearts. The ghostly cold freezes their hard work layer by layer, gradually freezing the blood and enthusiasm in our hearts.
But it is the life chain of life, which connects our lives together and becomes a complete and unique life. Grow in breakthrough after breakthrough and mature in freezing again and again.
3. Give some beautiful sentences about the past. Some people say that the past is like a lie, because there are too many of them to turn back.
Like I said, it's like tea, fragrant and bitter, all in a cup of Fiona Fang.
In fact, many things are beautiful after time.
As long as you think memories are precious.
It is the best taste of life.
What catches your eye is either ordinary.
But it is this green and ordinary.
The fragrance lingered behind me.
Life is like tea, only when you taste it.
The taste in the aftertaste
Here are dozens of famous sentences about the past, OK.
There are hundreds of beautiful sentences about the past.
Okay, give me more.
4. Classic sentences about the passage of time 1. Counting the fallen leaves in front of the door and listening to the rain outside the window, the voice of wading sounded this time. Do you still have your heart wet with rain?
Standing in the cold winter wind, the snow all over the sky is wrapping this cold city into a whirlpool. I can't help crying when I think of that sincere and priceless friendship that has passed away.
3. You walk in the rain, and you never take an umbrella; You have your own sky. It never rains. In those years, no matter what angle I interpreted you from, you were perfect, and what you lacked was already filled with my imaginary brush.
Looking back, the days are full of colorful light and shadow. In the barrier of memory, the voice that once moved has gradually faded away. 6. The past is a dream buried in my memory, and you are my only vivid memory. The water drops on the green leaves are tears of missing.
7. I believe that a beautiful life is an unspeakable elegy, which overflows the loneliness in my heart and has already turned into ice, and you are the most beautiful note of this season. 8. I miss you like wine. I get drunk when I drink it. When I am drunk, I read this sad moonlight with all my enthusiasm.
So, the moon is drunk, the night is drunk, and I am drunk. 9. When is the bright moon drunk and the sunset sad?
10. If you melt into the Milky Way, you will quietly light up the sky with the bright moon; Walking into the grass, just smile and join hands with the breeze to dye the green earth. This can also be regarded as being kind to life and living up to the years.
1 1. Her sad and beautiful face is a poem that I will never get tired of reading all my life. 12. Love is a kind of care. Wherever you go, your heart is tied to the tip of your hair.
13. What life can't lack is a rainy night-a rainy night for one person. On such a rainy night, there are tears in the sky and tears in the candle.
Tears in the sky are audible, but tears in candles are tangible. Only the tears shed on the faces of Sri Lankan people are silent and invisible. 14. Clouds of thoughts tossed and turned, and finally landed in my palm.
Gorgeous as neon, sad as morning mist. I can see you clearly, and you can see me clearly. We are on the same horizon, dreaming different dreams. My dream is as white as a flower, and yours is as red as a sunset glow.
15. The days of chasing and laughing in my childhood flow like running water in my life. 16. I once fantasized about traveling around the world in the sun.
17. Don't let the wandering footsteps of others crush your beautiful dream for tomorrow. All good things must come to an end. Maybe the world is really only hazy.
18. Missing is a happy sadness, a sweet melancholy and a warm pain. Missing is a long precipitation of yesterday and a yearning for a better future.
It is because of missing that I have the joy of reunion after a long separation, the unexpected surprise and the toast when friends and relatives get together. 19. I often think that memory is the easiest thing to blur, and it will fade away in groups as time goes on.
And the turning point of boring middle school life day by day is slowly fading away. Unforgettable, only some in retrospect, unbreakable stay in memory.
20. In the torrent of life and the world, he is bound to dance aimlessly alone in the afterglow of the west wind like the last dead leaf on the tree in early winter. 2 1. On a bleak autumn night, after the lonely and wandering moon gently told me how to describe the most beautiful scenery in my heart, I stopped complaining about why life always has too many regrets and sighing that the end of life is always a faint smoke.
22. Walking in the dusk of the city, loneliness is dragged into a hunting flag by the sunset, swaying in the surrounding twilight clouds. Walking in the bustling crowd, I suddenly found myself lost.
On the street of a foreign land, I suddenly have such a strong desire that you can come casually, hold my hand and accompany me on a dark road. 23. In this world, some roads have to be faced and trudged alone.
24. Who slipped through the fingers for a thousand years? Who asked again and again? Have you ever forgotten me? I am waiting for you to exhaust all my sadness, but there is a desolation in your eyes that I don't understand. 25. Life is full of white clouds, and how many vicissitudes and tears float away; Life is too short to sweat, and how many past events and memories have precipitated. 26. The monotonous and dreary air suffocates my young mind and entangles my flying wings.
27. My boyhood was lonely. Loneliness makes me feel cold when I think about it now. Only monotonous shadows watch the flowing haze, listen to the breeze and smell the flowers with me. 28. Waste your youth in colorful soap bubbles of hope.
29. It is an unattainable charm to plant a lonely tree under the lonely moon. 30. Sleepless every night, tears every day, tears flooded the sun and the moon, confusing Gan Kun, unable to recover the lost years and return to the original net.
3 1. I think I will also set up a fishing rod to capture the story on the other side of the years alone. 32. Loneliness is a helpless choice. Loneliness is because you haven't found a suitable partner, and loneliness is for the relief behind loneliness.
The process of loneliness is a process of finding true love. 33. Dull but not mediocre, ordinary and calm, thinking in loneliness and loneliness, pursuing creation, being far-sighted and having dim views.
34. After the prosperity, the love song ended. (It seems to be Anne Baby's) 35. I like the calm and melancholy that has been precipitated by the years.
All I can do now is to pay homage to my lost years with a poor text. I used this sentence many times in the previous article, haha. I am blue, with melodious music, transparent mood and flying soul.
38. Seeing that I used to be so earnest and pious in other people's track, I was extremely sad, and I wanted to cry when I thought that I had traveled all the way from Qian Shan. (Jing m. Guo, Khan! ) 39. The torrent of years swept away youth and years, leaving only a scarred body and a vicissitudes heart deeply branded by years.
40. The sun is much brighter than the moon, but the sun can only walk alone forever, and the moon is accompanied by stars. Of all things in the world, the sun is actually the loneliest.
4 1. The eternal beauty, holly in the sunset, is only a beauty in the end, and the green hills are in the distance. What can be truly beautiful and eternal in my heart is only an unforgettable moment memory.
(Excerpted from Martial Arts) 42. Youth has always accompanied me. I am grateful, satisfied and have no regrets. 43. Life is sometimes as light as wind, as light as water, and sometimes as thick as oil and as thick as wine.
44. When one day you walk out of the confusion of life and look back at the sunset, the string behind you.
The classic sentence about how time flies is not that time forgot me, but that you forgot to take me away. My left hand is a firefly that never forgets anything, and my right hand is a long meditation for ten years.
The glitz in the world, after all kinds of forms in the world, almost forgot the original beginning. Those humble and pure white times are getting farther and farther away, and there is always a faint trace in the depths of memory. When observing quietly, spearmint splashed ink, a little gentle and affectionate; Kissing the burning years, painting poems and flying all the way.
Holding a handful of time, holding a knowledge, walking through the noise of the world of mortals, the depth of time is still the quiet beauty of the years. Glancing at the fresh grass, time is passing; Years, precipitation, a turn is a story of time, and I believe that time can witness everything.
Time flies, time is like water, the dusty past is worth tasting, and the lost youth is still worth remembering. The road we have traveled has left the mark of the times, including the footprints of growth. Time is like a beautiful girl. With a low eyebrow and a little smile, some people and things happen every now and then. At the beginning, we were in high spirits, and we have long been infected with elegance by the years.
Time is like a swift stream, no matter how to keep it, it will eventually flow into the sea. Time flies in my fingers, and the splendor of my left hand is beyond my right hand's smoke and sand.
Time always accompanies us to grow old quietly and steals our youth. When we don't have the strength to feel deeply, he will stop and watch you go to another world sadly or safely. Time can make deep things deeper and deeper, and shallow things become shallower and shallower. Time tells us that love must grow with time, because the best love is in the deepest part of time.
Time is the best medicine to cure pain. It can make people learn to forget and let go. The most beautiful time is the people you meet, and the deepest world of mortals is the people you miss. Time always disappears from our fingers inadvertently, and it is gone forever before we can appreciate it.
The passing years are like tiny spray, quietly washing away the old and yellowed thoughts, like silent images, and then disappearing. As time goes by, the shadow of loneliness is shining, leaning on the old and selling the old, looking back. Time is the executioner, erasing the past and present.
The passing of time covered up the past. Looking at the fallen flowers in full bloom in front of the courtyard, how many tree ring memories and how many happy past are contained in the season of falling flowers. The past is like smoke, shaking off the dust all over the ground. Time is always cruel to us, and time is always in a hurry, too hasty.