Farewell to the beautiful poems of the past 1 1. Time is like a master who favors others. He just shakes hands with a departing guest, but for a new guest, he will stretch out his arms and hug him as if he were flying over. Welcome always smiles, farewell always sighs. Shakespeare
2. So I refused the lingering feelings, waved away Sanmao's romantic chic, left Jin Yong's sword shadow, and bid farewell to Yu's cultural journey. The dying moon in Yang Liuan is no longer the object of my sad songs. In those days, the spirit of Jin Ge's iron horse swallowing Wan Li like a tiger belonged to the past, but what is needed now is to gradually widen the belt and stick to it without regret.
3. If you bid farewell to a wrong past just to grab a future, what's the difference between the future and the past? When the future comes, your inner hesitation, sobriety, temptation and retreat are precious gifts given by time: only by stepping over them can you move forward with peace of mind.
4. Colorful junior high school life is coming to an end. Looking back, everything seems to be yesterday. Three years of junior high school life, endless ups and downs, in this upcoming farewell day, come to mind together.
5. Nature used to look beautiful and happy in spring, like a girl looking forward to the future; The grass turned golden, and the autumn flowers showed their pale petals. Daisies rarely cut the grass with white eyes now, but the color is getting thicker, and the sun has tilted, allowing orange and sudden light to make long shiny traces slip into the Woods. These marks will soon pass like a robe dragged on the ground by a woman who said goodbye to you.
Some people say that the new starting point is to bid farewell to the past and embrace the future. Some people say that a new starting point is to let go of failure and stand up again. But I want to say: the new starting point is to sum up what happened some time ago and plan the tasks to be completed in the future.
8. As time goes by, the farewell will pass. We walked slowly to a place marked by God.
9. Raise a smile, pay homage to past sufferings, greet the beauty of life with a strong heart, cherish what we have, don't complain and don't give up. Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived, bidding farewell to our decadent past and welcoming a new tomorrow.
10, I don't know how many stars I have fascinated. How can I erase this inseparable attachment with a wave of my hand? Even if the future scenery is more beautiful and better, I can't throw away my smile, although it's hard to say goodbye to common things in life.
Farewell to the beautiful poems of the past 2 1. Time has passed, whether you like it or not, you will always get used to thinking of you, and then I hope you are all right.
2. Never mention the pain or happiness of the past.
I think, as long as you don't say anything, as long as you let your life go on, you will eventually, eventually become an ancient secret.
I have no time to think about the past, I want to move on.
One day, you will face the pain of the past with a smile. You will thank the people who left you. He doesn't deserve your love or your infatuation.
6. Everything will pass. That's how we live.
7. Close your eyes hard and let bygones be bygones.
8. Being happy means I'm hungry. Seeing someone holding a meat bun in his hand, he was happier than me. I'm cold. He was happier than me when he saw someone wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket. I want to go to the toilet. It's just a pit. You are happier than me when you squat there.
9. When I fell in love with you, I realized the taste of thinking, the sadness and endless desire. Why does your every move make my heart surge? Why am I always afraid of flying away and being with you all my life?
10. Love begins with mutual appreciation, falls in love with each other because of mutual affinity, and gets married because we are inseparable, but more importantly, it takes tolerance, understanding, habit and adaptation to join hands for a lifetime.
Farewell to the beautiful poems of the past 3 1. Every memory has a password. As long as the time, place and character combination are correct, no matter how long it is dusty, that person's scene will be picked up again in oblivion.
2. Tomorrow tomorrow, forever, gorgeous youth has broken the line. Whose pencil drew a young oath on white paper, knowing that it could not be realized, but before turning around, you burst into tears. In the playground under the sun, your smiling face, like yesterday, can only be missed. Time flies across your left face, forgetting to say goodbye. Once upon a time, on that rainy day that you can't remember, the temperature was far away from your fingertips.
In your past life, the people you hurt have long forgotten, but the people you hurt will never forget you. He will never remember your merits, only your injuries.
4. Who has forgotten you? Those wild fruits that accompanied our childhood, behind you being forgotten and moldy, are our sorrows, aren't they? I'm really sad. Things have changed, just like our forgotten childhood. Sometimes growing up is not a good thing, is it?
I think you will forget my kindness and walk to a strange street corner. You said the firmest goodbye to me with the skirt of your school uniform.
I thought that one day, I would completely forget my love and you, but suddenly one day, I heard an old song and my tears came down, because we listened to it together.
7. Even if I see through the world, I can't see through you.
8. Nothing to say when you are in love, nothing to say when you are lovelorn.
9. A person's unforgettable memory has long been forgotten by others.
10. The more anger you bring to the past, the weaker your ability to love. At present, whoever controls the past will control the future; He who controls the present controls the past.
Saying goodbye to the beautiful poems of the past seems to be overnight.
We bid farewell to the dark past,
Facing the morning sun,
Gradually move towards harmony.
Send away the coma at dusk,
Welcome the dawn.
The cold left us after sunset,
We felt the warmth of the sunrise.
Don't go to the gray sky,
Don't go behind the blur,
There will be no more impetuousness that bothers us,
Never see that kind of confused eyes again.
The sky is so blue,
Big sea and the sky is the same color,
Quietly reflect the beauty that belongs to you and me.
Gently,
A gust of wind blew,
The grass shakes its slender body implicitly,
Flowers are also using their most beautiful smiling faces.
Inspire people's hidden hearts.
I can't see anymore,
That kind of listless eyes,
Never hear it again,
That heartfelt sigh.
The huge chimneys of the past,
Falling down one by one,
This seems so tragic,
Because from now on,
There is no fog all over the sky,
Our hearts will also appear,
So calm and peaceful.
Look at that,
On the flat land not far away,
A piece of green grass,
Is stubbornly from the ruins,
Stick out your weak head.
Spring is coming,
Why not add a little green to the earth?
Bring people fresh and clean air.
Birds in the sky,
Singing songs that belong to spring,
Fish swimming at the bottom of the pool,
Free to hit the harmonious melody,
Children in the square,
Innocent and romantic,
Laugh loudly,
Dotted with that charming beauty.
Say goodbye to past poverty,
Welcome to today's magnificent buildings,
Say goodbye to the steep mountains and rivers of the past,
Welcome today's harmony and sweetness.
Happy people now,
Let's cherish it together,
That part belongs to our harmony,
Let's say goodbye again,
That once belonged to our past.
Wave goodbye to the beautiful poems of the past
No sadness, no pain, no regret.
Only one grain of dust was mixed.
I used to laugh.
I used to cry.
That once fanaticism.
The life that once died.
Face the cold reality
No longer exists
Bits and pieces of the past
Will disappear.
remain; stay
It's the eyes that are no longer glorious in the yellow photo.
Go through a period of life
Sweet and sour.
rotate
Wandering at the crossroads.
The pain of peeling
All the dust.
Go back to another starting point again
perhaps
Tomorrow is no longer spring.
It's not the season for flowers to bloom.
Leave a trace of white hair, a road
Take a responsibility.
The continuation of life
Wave your hand.
Not lost
I hope that on a new day.
Stop worrying
Like water, light
every day
Wave your hand.
Get rid of past mistakes
Swing away the haze all over the sky
Shake off all the dust.
Wave your hand.
Welcome a calm heart.
Welcome some coolness.
Create a new direction
Farewell to the beautiful poems of the past leisure time 6
I opened the old photos again.
What you can see is that
The bright smiling face of the past
What I can't go back is
Happy old days
perhaps
I should not
Feel sad for the past years again.
The past has become the past.
What about tomorrow
But still there.
continue
Farewell to the beautiful poems of the past seven time trains
It is slowly opening.
The scenery outside the window
Flash by.
In the initial life,
A clear mark
Will be erased with the memory
Gradually disappear
This is a thing.
The law of evolution
Everything in the primitive world
I've made arrangements.
Life is a field.
Regular yin-yang difference
rotate
Wandering at one crossroads after another.
Only in one paragraph.
In the past time,
Feel and taste
A period of vicissitudes
Bits and pieces of the past
Will disappear.
The rest is the picture.
Those deep eyes
It turns out that no matter what we do,
How to love life
Regardless of us
How to cherish life
Once fanaticism
That constant passion
be accompanied by
The cold reality is gone.
The silent footsteps of time
Will not stop for a moment
Life Xihe
We still have to sneak past.
Say goodbye to the beautiful poems of the past. 8 the last flower
Sleep on a cold night in late autumn
Quietly closed his eyes.
She is holding a page full of sadness.
Wave goodbye to the past
See you again.
The smell of the soil next to the old bike after the rain in summer.
See you again.
The breeze blows the colors and ink on the drawing paper.
There is also a watermark that says "I miss you"
And the deep homesickness folded into memories.
Say goodbye.
general idea
I can't see it anymore.
Do you remember
The moment when the pink little heart beats.
Do you remember
The proud face of sunflower still holding its head high in the sunset.
But they are just memories.
nothing more/that’s all./nothing beyond/this only goes so far
When I was young.
Probably asked the same question as her.
"-will you come back?"
We'll talk about it later.
Mature me.
Go back to her choked side.
Gently picked her up and whispered
"How can-
Who cares about a child who knows nothing and her love? "
What am I supposed to tell her?
How do you tell yourself?
in fact
The past is all memories, maybe just memories.
Now you should live proudly.
For every sunflower-like smile in the future.
the original
Those memories that are quietly hidden in the warmth of summer.
They're too smart—
When you face the autumn chill bravely alone.
Just for a second.
missing