Many things that we thought we would never forget were forgotten when we never forgot.
NO3 once had a smile in my life, but in the end it dissipated like fog, and that smile became a swift river deep in my heart, and I couldn't swim across it. The sound of that river became my desperate song day and night.
NO4 The noise and light in the world, the happiness and happiness in the world are like a clean stream. In the wind, in front of my eyes, they passed by, and the warmth came out like a spring. I don't expect anything. I just want you to be happy and not sad.
NO5 The wind blows like a broken flower, and your smile is swaying, becoming the most beautiful ornament in my life, looking at the sky, the snow and the deep shadow of the season.
One is always on a strange road, watching strange scenery and listening to strange songs. Then one day, you will find that you have really forgotten what you tried to forget.
Just when I thought nothing had changed, and I could spend the rest of my life in your arms as long as I was happy, in fact, everything changed. I'm like a nautilus hidden in a shell. When I look out at the world, the sea where I once lived has become an unattainable mountain range, and I am a fossil who died on a cliff.
N08 On a dark day, on a snowy day, on a red-violet cherry blossom day, in a thousand years of cracks and crevices, and in your smiling face, I will always burst into tears, because I will always think of you. Is this the mildest imprisonment?
N09 The past is like smoke, and those memories are copied and pasted in my brain. My world is all about you-
Maybe my heart will miss you often. Think of the happy time when I can see you every day. I still leave a message about you where there is no you.
Everything about you will be forgotten one day. In the future that we don't want to forget but are forgotten by years, but you will always be in my life. That's part of my growing up, and it will never disappear.
NO 10 All love, all hate, all wet memories in heavy rain, all camphor trees, all tears and hugs, all unforgettable scorching years. All the prosperous and scattered lives, when the summer solstice did not come, rushed to a grand death together.
NO 1 1 Sometimes when I wake up in the sun in the morning, I wonder if the story that happened ten years ago really happened.
I seldom remember that bridge.
Only in the lonely dusk, or when the seasons change, watching the geese flying in droves, will I vaguely remember Duan Qiao's appearance, big eyes, straight nose and two dimples in his mouth. It is said that boys with dimples are good at sweet talk, but I don't even remember all the nice things Duan Qiao said to me.
Time covers our life as easily as water.
The only memory I remember about the broken bridge is a story about angels, and several of them have been told to the broken bridge. I thought Qingtian was an angel in my life, which would make me mature and love me. But I didn't expect that the real angel in my life was the broken bridge.
He appeared in my life in a hurry, behind the checkout counter of a convenience store, and my beautiful life appeared. He taught me true love, taught me a better life, and taught me never to give up on myself just because I come from a small city. Even children in the country can be the best architects.
I still vaguely remember what these bridges said to me.
Memories of him, and he was born in Yongning, a small town near the sea. He could see the sea since he was a child, but he had never seen snow. He was laughed at by his classmates when he saw his first university in Beijing. By now, he should be in heaven. When he explained his hometown to me, he said it meant eternal peace. So, is the heaven above the white clouds another Yongning?
I just don't have time to accompany you to see the sea, which is my biggest regret in my life.
Now I can remember you lightly, I can talk about you in a non-sad tone, and I can say that I have gone to heaven without crying or making trouble. I have been thinking about you for a long time.
Only occasionally, your naughty face and dimples will suddenly appear in your memory, just as you like to hug me from behind suddenly before you die.
Only occasionally, in a crowded street or bus, I will suddenly miss the warmth you circled for me with your hands.
There is actually a thing called faith in the world.
Sometimes you will trust someone you don't know for no reason, and you will tell him many things, even those things you haven't told your best friend.
Sometimes you don't trust someone who gets along with you day and night for no reason. Even though you shared and guarded countless secrets together, you still didn't trust him when you looked at his expression at that time.
We live in such a complex world, being dragged blindly to the end of the world by such an irregular thing as pi, which never repeats. ......
Wait a minute. On the day when the tide recedes, when you see the mainland emerging from the sea, you will find how many bones are broken and exposed in broad daylight.
Now, the blue ocean looks great.
Every day, countless people flock to this fast-rotating city with their grand blueprints or soapy daydreams; Every day, countless people leave the forest of skyscrapers in this rigid and indifferent city-leaving their tears. (Little Age)
No. 15 In fact, our life is changing day by day. The second hand, minute hand and hour hand, dragging virtual shadows, turned into countless dense days, and finally gathered into a long river of time, which became the great era we lived in.
And I, together with us, am the smallest and most obscure part.
NO 16 is1end of February. It began to rain continuously in Shanghai. God wrapped the whole Shanghai with leaden clouds overhead, and then began to water the flowers. Dark light makes people feel depressed. Even if all the fluorescent lamps above me are turned on, I can only provide a more lonely pale color.
This is a long and gloomy winter-our love, hate, emotion and sadness.
Our past, our present, our infinitely distant future. We had a long talk in the grass green era of calling friends.
NO 18 We live in a vast universe, with cosmic dust and galactic dust floating all over the sky, and we are even smaller than these. You don't know when life suddenly changed direction and fell into the darkness as thick as ink. You were dragged into the abyss by disappointment, you were dragged into the grave by illness, you were trampled to pieces by setbacks, you were laughed at, satirized, hated, resented and abandoned. However, we always keep hope in our hearts, in our hearts that are unwilling to give up. We are still working hard in great despair. This feeling of not wanting to give up, they became little stars with boundless darkness. We are all little stars.
I'm not a character in the novel series. The author writes when he remembers, but does not appear many times when he doesn't remember. I am a living person, I am a person in your life, and I don't exist until you remember me. When you forget me, I also live in this world. I live alone in this world.
The huge yellow moon overhead smeared the flowing light evenly in the dark and dense forest.
The typhoon that just landed rolled overhead, like waves, and roared away toward the distant horizon. The huge sound tide took away the noise of the heart beating, leaving a smooth silence for the world under the night.
No.2 1 The choking pain in the chest was forced into the body. Like a violent meteorite hitting the moon, or an explosion of a crimson mushroom cloud, everything is silent and empty after being blocked by a vacuum.
Those sad piano music, or sad cello sound, amplified our sadness and sadness until it filled the whole world.
NO23 The fireworks on the other side will finally go out, and so will the flame in the temple. I see your childlike smile. You ask, if the sky falls, will our sins be forgiven in the end?