? 1. In the journey of life, from an old destination to a new starting point, it only plays a supporting role. At the end of the story, it may have nothing to do with us. Reality is cruel, always incredible, unpredictable and impossible to be virtual. It always dominates our emotions between the beginning and the end. In the shallow years, there will always be a little disappointment, a lot of helplessness and bursts of loneliness, and even I can't find myself in confusion. But when we calm down and think about it, isn't losing another kind of possession? Opening another window, we can still see the bright dawn.
? 2. When snow seals my heart, my world is ice tears! I really want to have a quiet and serious effort. Don Quixote's secret love is neither an absolute singer nor an absolute dancer. I just wandered around the world with my chained legs, telling obscure language to blocked ears in the dark with my silent throat. Just like a tail fish, it struggles, shouts and sighs silently in the dark with uncertain rhythm until it dies silently, but every scale on it has traces of years.
? 3. 1. Time flies. Looking back, this year has passed, and all the bitterness is sweet. The night is dim, and I have no sleep to read and listen to the spring talk. Every day is a new one, and I am no longer at leisure, watching the moonlight-filled stars go all the way.
? When we were girls, we didn't realize the ruthlessness of time. As time goes on, girls gradually grow into women. Busy work, family responsibilities, and women's roles are becoming more and more complicated. We are no longer the carefree girl we were. The sense of responsibility for family and society makes us gradually ignore our love. Until one day, looking at the familiar face in the mirror, I could only sigh helplessly.
? Those who are still wandering at the gate of life and hesitate to know which way to take, remember that when the years pass, you stumble on the dark mountain road, and then cry out in pain, youth, come back! Give me back my youth, I can only live in vain.
? 6. I hope my love is like this. I sympathize with each other, taking Qi Mei as an example, as clear as a bell. I found him in the years, relied on him and gave him my life. Be his wife, the mother of his children, cook for him, wash clothes and sew a missing button. Then, we grow old together.
? 7. Although there is not much money, I earned it myself, so I cherish it; Although the industry is not big, I created it myself, so I am proud; Although the house is simple, I bought it myself, so I miss it; Although the wife is ugly, she found it herself, so she loves it very much. As time goes by, my wife remains the same.
? 8. As time goes by, people will get old, but true love will never change. The sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, the mountains and rivers change, and the heart is always accompanied by the spirit. Valentine's day is coming. May roses bring you refreshing fragrance, and may chocolate bring you eternal sweetness. Dear, Happy Valentine's Day!
? 9. You and I embrace and listen to the New Year's bell. It is like the passage of time, surrounding our dreams, and our full love turns into sincere wishes-Happy New Year!
? 10. Time will bite, and if you don't leave, you will be scarred. People are most likely to feel life when traveling alone, because in the final analysis, life is nothing more than traveling alone. Gathering and parting is a common thing in life, but it is also embarrassing enough. The saddest thing is that when you break up, you are considered ordinary. Unexpectedly, together, there will be no day, and a farewell will become an eternal tactic. Still young, goodbye is bald, like a mirror to each other, instantly reflecting the ruthless passage of time.
? 1 1. The past years are gone forever, but the memories of the past will reappear because of you, but they will become clear and transparent because of you. This is the power of love and the magic of love.
? 12. Love does not wither because of spring flowers and autumn fruits, does not wither because of the passage of time, does not change because of vicissitudes, and does not change because of real life. I love you, express a true and pure love: I love you forever!
? 13. The rebellion of youth, the passage of time. Looking back, will you also sigh or regret for your youth?
? 14. Time flies. The person I love looks like you.
? 15. The air-dried petals still retain the fragrance of yesterday, and the lost years cannot fade away the good times of the past. What kind memories, sincere memories, let me never forget you in the distance, whether everything is smooth and healthy. I wish you a happy life.
? 16. I take care of you and you spoil me. This is the life I want.
? 17. The feeling of being liked by you is like standing in the middle of a dark stage and suddenly lighting up a beam of chasing light.
? 18. Maybe the sun was just right and the breeze was quiet that day, and you were laughing, so I was tempted.
? 19. Maybe I'm not brave enough. I'm always worried about you and I'm soft-hearted for you.
? 20. If I don't like you now, will you be a little sad? After all, I like you almost crazily.
? 2 1. The city at night is like a dying flower, trying to open the last ray of beauty.
? 22. I hope you can meet that person, who can make you stop biting your teeth and try to hold back your tears.
? 23. Time is short and the years are fading. Nature has written a fantastic fleeting time for autumn, and many people admire and sigh at the tip of the iceberg in autumn. Stories scattered in autumn are woven one after another, from ancient times to the present, from old to new, and then placed in the sun, exposed to the rain, carefully carved by the old man of time, becoming the most exquisite season.
? 24. It is actually a kind of growth for everyone to run around and experience the fireworks in the years. Facing the scenery in front of us, the ups and downs of spring and autumn, everyone is thinking about the life they want. After walking in this world, I found my own corner in this world, not for how to survive, but for a quiet life, exercising my heart and width with the taste of life.
? 25. Walking on the edge of the years, picking up a wisp of flowers and an expectation, inadvertently hurting yourself, and the wind gently blowing sand in the sad eyes, how can I find you? As time goes by, it should be hard for me to forget you. ...
? 26. The years were accidentally caught in the rain, which made my memory moist. Time goes by little by little, as if to release his sadness. No one has ever asked him if what he has is all he has. People will only blame him, saying that he left in a hurry and left no room. No one will know that he is sensitive and keeps people's memories in a place called memory. People who only take it, do you think, should they stop and cherish it?
? 27. The river is shallow and the years are safe. I am in the river of time, watching the green willows, listening to the whispers of green swallows, watching the distant mountains with flowers, listening to the silence near the water, watching the unexpected hair, listening to the cries of trackers, watching the fishing by the river, listening to fishermen singing late, watching the lonely fishing by the cold river, listening to loneliness, one mountain, one water, one object and one scene.
? 28. Youth is fleeting. The face that has been blown away by years, the love that is as ignorant as the cream on the peach face, is like a peach petal falling into a stream, drifting with the tide without leaving a trace. That summer, the white skirt fluttered and the skirt smiled. I thought I could blossom and bear fruit with you, but later I learned that there is no fruit in midsummer, and the fruit harvest season is in the future autumn. Young friends, please be patient. Summer is not suitable for love.
? 29. The years are deep, and some feelings need not be said for a long time. I think I've come to meet time, write down profound meanings, use a brush with dewdrops, be covered by the coolness of time, sketch the encounter, and outline those beautiful pictures in life.
? 30. Cherish the present and have no regrets all your life. Time is like fine sand in your hand, always slipping through your fingers. It is silent, but it always leaves some imperceptible traces. Inadvertently, people get old in the long river of time. I realized that in this cycle of birth, illness and death, no matter what I got or lost, I was getting farther and farther away from myself. Those who have gone far can never come back, so why don't those who are still cherish the present?
? 3 1. As the wheel of years rolls, I have changed from a toddler who is learning English to a teenager full of fantasy. My mother's loving milk makes me have a sweet aftertaste. I remember that I often snuggled up to my mother and spoiled. My mother took good care of me when I was ill. As time went by, wrinkles climbed up her mother's red cheeks, and her white hair dyed her temples red. A heartbroken mother needs care, too.
? 32. Life is actually a lonely journey, and no one can accompany you to the end. A brief meeting is only the foreshadowing of the next parting. Cold lurks and comes out by chance. All the pain and beauty will eventually fade away with the long river of years. Until there is no trace to be found, and there is nowhere to pursue. Finally, there are some faint sadness and memories left.
? It takes courage to cross the distance between time and space. Often love makes people forget time, and time also makes people forget love. She is afraid of separation, thinking that if she can't hold his hand again, her heart will be very painful. It's just that this love requires her to pay too much courage. She once found persistence and encouragement in his eyes, but as she spoke, she found that in his wandering eyes, courage seemed to dissipate gradually in the years, so that she didn't know how much courage she had to persist and love each other. She doesn't know that fate is still the same, and love is still like yesterday. Love is like a beautiful dream, but it has to face the helpless reality. Without his warm and firm arms, she doesn't know whether she has the courage to undertake the future.
? 34. What is kinship? It is sweet milk that feeds our growth, and bright eyes that guide us forward; It is gentle words that care for our hearts. The passage of time took away my father's youth and the happy childhood in my memory.
? 35. perishable youth is also like a flower. How many people have been in full bloom and beautiful for a while; How many people left a glorious past when their youth passed away. I also pointed out the country and inspired the text; I once believed that the wisdom of young people is the wisdom of the country, and the strength of young people is the strength of the country. So many people can forget the heroic spirit, and how many people can forget the fleeting years when youth slipped away quietly.
? 36. When spring comes to Qiu Lai, flowers bloom and fall, and the years pass without leaving a trace. Some people like to hurt the spring, others like to enjoy the present. What we have to do is to cherish everything in the present and understand that contentment can make us happy.
? 37. Dreams are the outlet of the soul. People who have dreams are never old. Besides dreams, what else can we use to fight against the passage of time?
? 38. In the world of chrysanthemums, there are many kinds of chrysanthemums, such as the shy little pumping mother, who is too weak to resist the wind, shivering slightly in the cold wind, and dare not look up to know this strange new world; That half-open, half-closed, careless girl, who only cares about enjoying the world she has never seen before, forgets that she is not completely in this world; That completely open and unrestrained young man is full of curiosity about all beautiful things, so he is eager to open up and hope to know more; A slightly grateful person is like a man who died young, because he wants to know the world clearly too early. Although they have not escaped the checkpoint of the passage of time, they can only bow their heads in the cold wind, but they are full of attachment. What beautiful flowers!
? 39. As time goes by, my mother is still so beautiful, so young and so gentle.
? 40. Time is incomplete. I once believed in the purity of the sky. Good memories are gradually frozen and stored in my mind. The familiar scenery has long been washed away in the river of years. The temperature remaining in the palm of your hand, in the desolation of things being transformed, also slowly cools down with the memory. Facing the flashy life, the young heart that has never experienced the world has gradually changed from impatience to calmness. With the passage of time, the beautiful youth slowly and quietly passed away, but there is no need to complain, because the long road of life has just begun. On this messy road of life, I walked slowly with a pious heart. I wonder if I can walk out of a pure and fragrant future with my careful steps. -
? 4 1. It can be said that in the course of our life, we are all dealing with all kinds of people and getting along with all kinds of things, but with the passage of time, the accumulation of life, the metabolism of personnel and the tempering of years, one day, when we look back, we find that many people still leave unforgettable impressions in our hearts after several years, so that you can't forget the points of living together at that time.
? 42. In my colorful childhood, many unforgettable, sad and happy things happened. With the passage of time, many things have gradually faded from my mind, but only one thing reminds me.
? 43. Some people are driving a boat, at a loss, but don't want to reach any other shore. They just wandered around, listening to the wind and drinking dew. They walk by candlelight at night and visit immortals to explore ghosts, but they just feel that time flies and the scenery is infinite, so they can't enjoy themselves. Such people are not indulgent and decadent, but natural and unrestrained. They enjoy the details of life while roaming, commemorate the lost time in the distant view and eulogize the beauty of nature in sincere poems. Taoist priests who ascend to immortality don't ask the world of mortals, but only get the perfection of personality and the rest of life in meditation.
? 44. With the passage of time, sadness seems to be mixed with happiness and becomes a sigh of joy. This is the case in the world; Every soul will be tested and comforted.
? 45. Those dreams will eventually disappear, and the depths of my memory are always covered with the riverbed sadly, fearing that the darkness will remind me of endless lovesickness. The joy of the past passed away in the long river of years, and the rest of the years left me only the past.
? 46. As time goes by, the face is old, and the eternal oath is engraved in the torrent of time. Looking at the fate that has been repaired for a hundred years, it is like a piece of paper money, eroded in the dim flame. We are not without regrets: who will return to beauty when it is old?
? 47. Everyone wants to stay young forever, but they are reluctant to leave. Watching youth go by, endless sadness and regret will rise in my heart; The passing of youth is something that people will always feel sad about; The passing of youth is something that makes people really feel sad and happy; No one wants to spend a lot of youth even if there is a miracle of youth recovery.
? 48. Time is like the tide, which rushes forward day by day. It has neither the surging momentum of the Yellow River nor the magnificence of waterfalls. It just ticks along with the clock and passes quietly. The tide is gone forever, and time will not stop. It just passed you quietly, and then it was never found again.
? 49. No one should avoid and cover up some of the simplest and most natural life topics, such as age. No matter how high the position, no matter how much wealth, no matter how great the disaster, compared with the passage of youth, the vicissitudes of years, the eyes of young and old, and the interweaving of life and death, it has become superficial. The northern geese were singing, and the old emperor and the old beggar heard it together; Cold mountains sweep graves, but the tears of the elders and the tears of the younger generation are different in weight.
? 50. Father hunched his back on the hillside and worked hard. The afterglow of the sunset dragged his figure for a long time. Suddenly, my father stood up with a hoe polished by himself. Looking at the distance, my father looks so old. His face was weathered by the sun and rain, and it was wrinkled like old bark after a long drought. I can't forget the kindness of my parents. Time goes by mercilessly, and memory is like a flood.
? As a teenager, I look forward to becoming a youth as soon as possible, but now I want to go back to my boyhood. I also thought about my prime and old age, but it was so vague. No one can resist the passage of time and the aging of time. I grow up and mature slowly while resisting growth or maturity, only occasionally, for example, I think of my childhood in Xuanwu Lake and the naive me.
? 52. Youth is like a running river. Once lost, it's too late to say goodbye! Just like old boys sang, the memories and feelings we once had were finally missed. A poet once said that mistakes are short-lived regrets, and missing them is eternal regrets. Did our original wish come true? Do we have to pay homage now? I only have numbness, not the blood of that year. Singing not only represents the change of melody, but also represents the nostalgia and thinking of those years, those years shining with ideals and glory. As a result, the impetuous desire to return has become forever. Perhaps, from the next moment, those memories will really drift away with the passage of time.
? 53. The wind of years has blown up the long hair of memory and fluttered in my thoughts, like a banner of hunting and dancing, gently brushing open the long-closed heart window, holding a dewdrop of moonlight, washing away the rust and dust of life, and changing my river of life into a clear and clean river like a clear spring.
? 54. Time flies, like a dream, and they have welcomed the seniors who have been sent again and again. In the long river of my memory, whenever the party ends, under the light in the curtains, there are always people who prepare lessons and read books. Whenever the sun is not bright, there are always shouts of their morning exercises in the eardrum. When I was growing up, their behavior was deeply imprinted on my mind.
? 55. The beauty of a woman lies not in her facial features, but in her heart. This is the care she gives and the enthusiasm she shows. This beauty of women grows with the passage of time.
? 56. A sad piece of writing records the past that fluttered with the wind. Those sad words floated in the scars created by the years, thus creating more sad traces. It used to be so beautiful, but now it is so quiet and dull. Everything seems to be forgotten with the passage of time, but the words recorded on paper are still gorgeous and still interpreted.
? 57. In the past years, I found that life is far less romantic than poetry, and even less wonderful than movies.
? 58. After walking for a long time, I found that the original and reality have been pulled down for a long time. Once, it has become blurred and no longer clear, and the silhouette of the past has become so strange. The original dream has been far away from the trajectory of time. What is this? Changed the past. What is that? Lazy mood, perhaps, is life, weakening our will bit by bit. It is reality, which satirizes the former enthusiasm. Now, the years are barren, and the road is still extending under our feet. Facing the future, we still have to continue that persistence.
? 59. The years are seamless and vicissitudes. Close your eyes and let your thoughts dance in the green. You see, there is only one kind of love in the world that you can never give up, and there is only one kind of life that makes you full of vitality forever, and that is a leaf that grows in your heart.
? 60. People often do such strange things: they often grieve for the loss of wealth, but never regret that the years of life are gone forever.
? 6 1. "Mei" opened a pawnshop to collect people's hearts, and those who expired took tickets to redeem them. It is closed. -Zhu Xiang's Pawnshop
? 62. Wait, not afraid of the years, not afraid of the long way, as long as it is you in the end.
? 63. With the passage of time, we keep growing, but we should not abandon all innocence and beauty.
? 64. Open the sealed memory, trace back the past years, and cross all kinds of feelings in the depths of the soul. Every time flowers and leaves dance out the most beautiful colors.
? 65. In those unruly and overbearing years, I loved you wholeheartedly.
? 66. Hold a handful of years, hold an understanding, write a clear book, full of eyes, have a quiet time, have a kind heart, and always smile warmly.
? 67. What can you do in thousands of days? Maybe we just have to live in a hurry. The past days were like fog, blown away by the wind and wet by the rain. What traces did that youth leave me? Traces of time.
? 68. The reality is cruel. There is a heaven and a earth between ideal and reality. The purpose of human existence is to find that horizon. As time goes by, after youth fades, some people succeed, they go home in clothes, some people fail, and they have nothing.
? 69. Walking on the road of life, we smiled, flowers blossomed outside the window, leaves fell, and the clouds and winds stopped. Good times reflect the clearest shadow in that cloud and will always be printed in our minds.
? 70. The pale years that can't be let go have finally passed and become the last flood *
? 7 1. The best day, only you are making trouble and he is laughing. The years are quiet and warm. Author: Green ant rosewood Source: "Green Bamboo Dream"
? 72. We are growing with the passage of time, but we should not abandon all innocence and beauty.
? I hate to get together in a hurry. The flowers this year are redder than those last year. It's a pity that the flowers will be better next year. Do you know who they look like?
? 74. Once a person has a pursuit, time flies, time flies, time flies.
? 75. Why don't I hate the relentless passage of time when you nag about your hair turning white?
? 76. No one who devotes himself to today will waste yesterday.
? 77. Time goes by, walking with dreams.
? 78. Young people cry on the pillow, while old people cry on the pillow. I had a dream for more than 30 years, and I didn't know how to kill it after only a few times.
? 79. One small step makes a long regret, and then a hundred years later.
? 80. I often go, Yangliu is Yiyi; The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry. A poem lamenting the passage of time.