Classic sentences about back view

1. Missing is the legendary distance, you can see its back but cannot feel its breathing; missing is the wings of love, flying in the sky of love but there are no crying tears; missing is you The smiling eyes are my memories, the warmth in your palms is my clenched pity; longing is the loneliness of turning around, and the colorful flowers falling in the dream are my helpless connection. Missing is written with the loneliness of autumn dipped in the dry rope of winter, your gentleness in my creek, the raindrops of spring and the breath of my heart.

2. People often say that a father's love is like a mountain, but in my opinion, my father's love for me is not entirely as severe as a mountain, but sometimes as gentle as water.

3. My father is a distribution truck driver. He is over 1.8 meters tall. His ordinary face reflects the hard work and hardship of driving every day. He has a pair of bright eyes. But after being exposed to the wind and rain every day, there is also a hint of gloom on the bright eyes, and the big mouth is laughing and joking all day long, as if there is no trace of sadness.

4. When I miss you, my heart smiles. I will look for your back in the vast sea of ????people. Beautiful times bloom with flowers in my memory, turning a moment into eternity. You are the warmest blessing in my heart, guarding the vicissitudes of life, and you are my untiring love for thousands of years. When I miss you, I write my thoughts into words, and let the heartache of missing you turn into a rain of flying petals, flying in time and space.

5. Put on a piece of elegant music and a cup of lightly fragrant tea, and I will look for your traces between the lines. The love of that life, the fluttering snowflakes, are full of my thoughts, and in my blurred eyes, indescribable loneliness dances. A little bit of lovesickness, fluttering in the wind, dancing lightly. In this holy world, I remember your beauty. Your lonely figure in the distance has become the longing that I pursue life after life.

6. The midnight wind is always so chilly, the bone-eroding coldness penetrates the barrier of thought, and the night becomes hesitant. Inexplicably, I like the silhouettes of passers-by coming and going. It feels very hazy and ethereal, a very distant artistic conception, deep, ethereal, quiet and vast. There is also a sense of quiet loneliness and extreme loneliness.

7. Not all memories are good, and not all people are worth remembering. The river of time is too long, and most people and things will be ruthlessly washed away, but everything related to youth , will always settle to the bottom of the river and become indelible memories. What we never forget may not be those things and people, but our lost dreams and dreams.

8. The night is quiet, why does the beauty shed tears quietly, and is entangled, who is missing you from the end of the world, the truth is that lovesickness cannot be paired, the love of separation cannot be erased, and the love of love cannot be left. After separation, the lingering finally begins, Leaving on a strange road; it is hard to describe, love is parting and lost, but it is the faint desolation in the back in that look back. It is really sad. After saying the promise of growing old together, we walked to each other's corner, talking alone, and living a sad life.

9. Gradually, the back figure has disappeared from my sight. It is not that my eyesight is dim, but that his perseverance has already penetrated into my bones.

10. Walk into the park, stroll along the moat, and stroll along the major streets. The autumn decorations decorated with ginkgo trees are particularly magnificent and affectionate. Against the backdrop of yellow leaves, the retreating figure of an old man is very special in your eyes. Being sincere and having a vicissitudes of experience can give you a lot of inspiration in life.

11. You are a love song that goes back thousands of times, a lyric from the soul. With an oar, an ark, and a sail, I chase your vague back from afar. Looking at you, you are the flower that cannot bloom as expected in my life. I can't bear to put down the love poem in my hand. I am alone in the world of mortals. I promise you life and death. It is difficult to describe in my heart. Only your body is far away in the sky.

12. If one day, you say you love me, I will tell you that I am waiting for you; if one day, you leave me, I will not keep you, I know you have your reasons; If one day we pass by each other, I will stop, stare at your retreating back, and tell myself that I once loved that person. Maybe we can fall in love many times in our life, but there is always one person who can make us laugh the brightest, cry the deepest, and think the deepest.

13. Youth passed by her back, and an inch of light missed the corridor on which she was leaning. She was still holding a book, a melancholy text by Xu Zhimo, reading the plain and ordinary words. Worry. Tears flowed one second, and wiped away the traces the next. Careless children are always like this. They walk across a bridge and forget to get on the other bridge. Every time they want to stand on the highest place and enjoy the scenery, but in the end they still Lost in the direction of the wind.

14. The noise and chaos of the city make us forget the shadows of the moon and stars. Perhaps, when we take a walk in the countryside, we suddenly feel why we rarely see them when we live in the city. What about the city sky? Is it really because life and work are so busy that we cannot be in the mood to take into account the shadows of the moon and stars in the city?

15. I saw him wearing a black cloth cap, a black cloth mandarin jacket, and a dark green cloth cotton robe, staggering to the side of the railway, leaning down slowly, it was not a disaster. But it was not easy for him to cross the railway and climb to the platform over there. He clung to it with both hands and retracted his feet upwards; his fat body leaned slightly to the left, showing an effort.

16. In my eyes, the back view is a meaningful poem, a painting with long lasting charm, a song carrying memories, and an endless book. Among all the image works, I still think the back shot is the most beautiful!

17. Light dark eyebrows, light red lips, faint candlelight and dusk. The trees in the empty garden are full of singing birds, and the gentle evening breeze is blowing the dust. On a cold night, the rain is cold and the sleeves are wet, and the dark clouds are dark and sad. In the mottled mirror, there are mottled tears and faint traces of rouge. The lonely moon in front of the lonely window, the bleak people under the bleak lamp. Lovesickness dreams on the pillow of lovesickness, souls of three lives on the stone of three lives.

18. The distant mountains are like black clouds, and traces of haze and mist linger in the green south of the Yangtze River. The three-path path gently unfolds the traces of my heart along with the fragrance of ink. The woman concentrating on the wisteria swing stands in the setting sun. Picking up a memory of moss in the corridor, the flowing back in the verdant season.

19. In the stories you experience, you don’t need to ask how much true love there is, nor do you need to explore who has betrayed whose sincerity, or who has neglected whose years; there will always be many encounters in the passing years. Like flowers in the water or the moon in the mirror, only a beautiful and illusory back is left, and then they hurriedly went their separate ways.

20. Sitting quietly in the car by the window, leaning my head against the window, watching your happy but reluctant smile, your lonely but still warm back, my eyes are fixed on The moment you left, my heart couldn't take it back. Outside the window was the ever-changing scenery, but you were the only one in my eyes. Your smile accompanied me from journey to journey, and my heart accompanied you from season to season.

21. From a distance, I look at your back. Your black hair tied back with a big red ribbon is like a waterfall pouring down from the mountain stream on a quiet moonlit night. .

22. My father is an ordinary father, and I am also an ordinary child. My father loves me just like every ordinary father loves their ordinary children. There are not many touching stories between us, nor are there any painful and tear-jerking realities. But one thing is true: I love my father, and my father loves me.

23. Father’s love always blooms in severity; father’s love always comes when you need it. Father's love always makes us unable to understand, but only when we fully understand do we know our father's good intentions.

24. When crossing the railway, he first scattered the oranges on the ground, climbed down slowly, then picked up the oranges and walked away. When he got here, I hurriedly helped him.

25. You seem to have lost weight, your hair has grown longer, and your back is so unfamiliar that it makes me feel like I saw you last century. Then you open your mouth and call my name, and I want to laugh. It seems that I have just finished school and have only been waiting for you at the door for five minutes.

26. The darkness continues to extend to all sides, and the lights on both sides of the street are still bright, but there is one more shadow. The dim light slowly floats bit by bit into the unknown world in the boundless night sky. No one will write history to commemorate it.

27. Autumn rain, fallen leaves, and music exaggerate a person’s plain inner world. Standing at the ferry of longing, I listen to the heart of the night alone. I gently stroke the black hair of the night, and I reflect endlessly. Past experiences have come and gone, they are near and far away, and time flies by like fallen leaves.

28. The gorgeous night sky failed to retain the distant figure. I want to say thank you to this retreating figure for allowing me to still have my own imagination and understanding in this noisy situation. It is a relief to myself and my own salvation. The night outside is filled with leisurely gatherings and separations. Please allow me to pray for a better life for the wandering people in this way.

29. And I can never find a word that contains love and reverence to describe my father. The back figure that never gives up, those stubborn stones are as silent as my father, only the wind spares no effort to shake the shadow of the tree, wandering on my father's land. The rustling sound of the pen tip fell silent. I closed my eyes, and the arcing back appeared in front of my eyes again.

30. Father, the sky is wider than the ocean, and your mind is wider than the sky. The wrinkles on your forehead and the silver hair on your head record the ups and downs, and your life is a magnificent song. of poetry.

31. Dad is a sacred title. Its love is invisible, but its love is the most touching!

32. The rain fell quietly. My father left for this family and for me. Before leaving, he said a lot to me. My heart became very heavy. Looking at him That thin but heartwarming figure gradually disappeared into the hazy drizzle with the sound of the car's horn. My tears were intertwined with the rain!

33. Looking at your back, I think your eyes are blurred. God really wouldn't have arranged it for us to play such a game. Without waving goodbye, the cold wind was already miserable. Not long after, a heavy snowfall came, covering the glacier with a thick layer of snow, and you could no longer be seen in the glacier.

34. It was he who stood quietly by the Qingshui River and looked into the distance. His lonely back made me unable to extricate myself from falling into the web called lovesickness. What exactly is it? I don't know, the only thing I know is that looking at him, he is like a rainbow in the sky, too high and out of reach, only missing him.

35. Under the bright sunshine, the back in the eyes becomes increasingly blurry, like drops of ink stained by the sun, which are eventually washed away. Fragments of memory are wrapped around the cold fingertips and cannot be shaken away. I turned my back to the sun, imitated your movements, walked the path you walked, felt your tenderness as gentle as water, held my head high and forced the tears to flow back into my eyes, and wrote down your loneliness with my heart. Back view.

36. I looked at his slightly curved back, bit my lip hard again, and nodded to him with a smile. Good luck, father. I will often visit you in front of your tombstone and give you my best wishes. Your favorite food.

37. I like to think of you like this, which makes my heart feel soft pain and sweet happiness. Inadvertently, I will quietly think of your name, your back, your warm smile, your words, I want to hug you and walk in the rain, I want to hold hands with you under the faint moonlight, and then Grow old together.

38. There are always some roads in life that you need to walk by yourself, and there are always some things that you need to do by yourself. No matter whether it is bumpy or smooth, some roads and some things must be faced by yourself. No one, whether close or distant, can take their place. We have to endure hardships by ourselves, and we have to feel joy by ourselves. But if we have a grateful heart and a calm state of mind, we will walk very steadily and do things happily.

39. Let me tell you frankly, I like to see your back. You asked me why with a smile, that back view is not beautiful. I said, because the back of one of my relatives is exactly the same as yours, I remember his shadow. You nodded, you missed him, I can understand you. You shook your head gently and shrugged helplessly, forget it, I'll take you back.

40. The past is the past, the past is long gone, just be yourself.

We can't just love one person in our life, but there is often someone who makes you smile the sweetest. The feeling of missing someone is like drinking a glass of ice-cold water and then turning into hot tears drop by drop. Si Yi often opens up the sweet, sour, bitter and spicy scenery in the quiet night, and it becomes the most poignant scenery. The ancient beauty cannot be lost in metabolism.

41. My father’s words and deeds have benefited me a lot and I feel ashamed throughout my life. Because I think my father will always be nobler than me.

42. Lie down at the window and look out, looking for your father. I saw my father's slightly hunched back in the distance, walking slowly with a staggering pace. The thin back became smaller and smaller in my sight. Through the glass window, I choked and shouted loudly to my father’s back; Dad, dad, my daughter will take care of herself, don’t worry.

43. I have always wanted others to know my feelings, the heaviness, the unspeakable sadness and desolation. However, how can I draw all my life wheels for you on a shallow piece of paper? How can I make you understand?

44. Maybe you really loved that person in the past, but you just loved the impossible back and the intangible memories. Why not choose to let it go, because we ourselves want our own happiness, and we want to fulfill our own happiness.

45. Your departing figure is still lingering in front of my eyes, like a mist, a lingering mist... Do you really not know? The stories that had accumulated for three months were all rotting in my heart, and I really couldn’t find any trace of what I had dreamed about. Although the weather was nice that day, I felt like I was in the middle of winter with the howling north wind.

46. What kind of mystery is hidden in thinking about distant places, worrying about sadness, and not being able to understand all things in the world? I can't see through the scenery of the world, I don't know the customs of the world, let the prosperity slowly fall silent in the passing years; let the green onions gradually turn yellow in the changes. It's just that the figure who turned away refused to leave easily, disturbing the tranquility of the heart from time to time, causing feelings to fly.

47. During my growth experience, my father gave me great love. Each of them is unforgettable, touching and admirable for me.

48. The familiar memory still remains silent, slowly lifting the hazy veil of the sky; the face that has just woken up hides the deep starry sky, dim light and shadow, and a few drops of crispness. The dewdrops swayed in the heavy night sky.

49. My father’s thin figure is like an eternal beacon, guiding me on how to go in the future. No matter when I was a student or today when I step on the three-foot podium, it will always be my guide. It reminds me that I must be a strong person in knowledge and a true talent in society.

50. Take a ray of warm wind and knead it into a white quill. In the creek, on the lake, or at the seaside, enter the water shallowly over and over again to write your name. The fine lines swaying will follow. Time wanders with the years and merges into the glory of life. Beautiful people, what I can see is your back in my eyes, but what I can’t see is your back, which has long been integrated into my heart.

51. Because of longing, people can write touching sentences, and because of rich emotions, people can go crazy in their hearts and want to find it. Because of a sad glance, people miss you to this day. It makes people so sad because they pass by each other, and because you never know, they try hard to make you remember their back. On such days, such youth is very helpless.

52. My father is a resolute and cold man who never seems to give in. However, my father was willing to lower his head and let me sit on his shoulders, and he never tired of it.

53. In a person’s world, one listens to music, walks alone, drinks alone, is sad, is happy, talks to oneself, hums to oneself, sings to oneself, People wait for the moon to set and rise in the morning, go through the ups and downs alone, and live alone, it is really lonely and lonely.

54. Although my father is not good at expressing himself, he is an emotionally simple person. For a long time, my father was like a cold and distant statue in my mind.

55. After years of dreams, there is a smile in the sea. Time is a fleeting year that is broken into pieces. There are many people who follow the dreams; there are many things who follow the wind.

Leaning against the window and railing, looking at the scenery, who is whose past? Who is whose forever? Who has long hair tied up for whom? Who will leave the desolation for whom? Sometimes, determination is just a silhouette. Looking back, what can be driven away is sadness, but what cannot be driven away is longing.

56. Some back figures are always swaying in time, lingering. A head full of white hair, crawling in the cold sunshine of winter, in the biting wind, and in the eyes of passers-by that are harsher than the wind. So, looking back inadvertently, I saw my father hiding in the depths of time.

57. In the dancing light, the disappearing figures and the moving crowd have long been desolate. Who is whose? Falling into the world, it is just a grain of dust under the light of time. Those times, those loves, are drifting away. Staying in the bottom of my heart, the faint longing is like a breeze blowing across each other's faces.

58. Who holds whose hand to meet in this life and the next? The oaths made by each other, the figures gradually fade away, leaving me alone to wait for an ancient myth. Who accompanied whom by the broken bridge, how many dusk drums and bells were sent away? Today, the broken bridge remains the same, only the old heart has changed. You left suddenly, leaving me alone to search for the traces of yesterday. I gently searched for the traces of yesterday. Smiling lightly, just for this heartbroken love.

59. There is no need to make the young mind heavy. The vicissitudes of life on the surface and the seriousness on the outside cannot make you a philosopher; leaving all your friends, all you have is a lonely figure. Since I can't become profound now, I will make myself relaxed. How can a person with a sad face hear the sound of flowers blooming; how can a person pretending to be himself understand the excitement among the frogs croaking.

60. The past is remembered, but I am exhausted after all. Standing at the top, with the remaining tears in my eyes, I cannot look far away. I stand still for a minute and a second. My blurred vision is lost in an instant, and I can’t find it anymore. Here it is, your back. For a long time, for a long time, the tears began to dry up, and it became clear that everything was the strange scenery and strange life you left behind.

61. I saw him wearing a black cloth cap, a black cloth mandarin jacket, and a dark green cloth cotton robe. He staggered to the side of the railway and slowly leaned down. It was not a disaster.

62. In the noisy streets, looking at your shrinking figure, waving weakly, tears shed unknowingly, destined to be separated, at this moment, we all silently pray for each other in our hearts. Countless quiet nights, I can't erase the memories of that day, I can only watch you with gray hair and say goodbye in a hurry. Father, are you okay? When I dream back at midnight, every time I think of your lonely back, my heart always feels sour.

63. My father has jet black hair, a pair of big bright eyes, and a pair of thick black eyebrows, which makes him look very energetic. My father fell in love with computers very much. His strong hands moved freely on the keyboard, like two butterflies dancing on it.

64. My father is a strong and optimistic person, even though my father has suffered a lot in the past. I never understood where my father's strength came from, until now.

65. Sometimes, I suddenly want to cry, but I am too sad to cry. Sometimes, in the dead of night, I suddenly feel that it’s not that I can’t sleep, but that I stubbornly don’t want to sleep. Sometimes, when I walk through a familiar street corner and see a familiar silhouette, I suddenly think of that person’s face. Sometimes, I clearly have a lot to say in my heart, but I don’t know how to express it. Sometimes, I really want to indulge myself, hoping that I will go crazy hysterically.

66. My father went out carrying his full fertilizer bag, and I followed quietly behind. My father must not have known, because he never looked back that day.

67. When the torrent of time washes us away, when your retreating back gradually becomes desolate, when my world becomes quieter day by day. I know that in the days to come, I will walk on unfamiliar roads alone, see unfamiliar scenery, and be alone for eternity. Maybe I can only see you again in my memories, the mortal world is like a dream. And I meet you in the deepest mortal world? They left in a hurry under the light wind and clouds.

68. Don’t ask, who is walking and stopping? Under the moon, withered bones are wrapped in red clothes. When I look back, my green eyes reflect the back of a stranger. Hundreds of ghosts walk at night, leading the lost to the west, cutting their bones into flutes, and playing music.

The withered woman painted a piece of human skin, wrapped in a red dress, vaguely beautiful.

69. The Zen room is spotless, and a cup of light tea turns from hot to cold. The futon, wooden fish, and scriptures tell the story of the loneliness of the Buddha, but they also reveal the ethereal calmness of seeing through the world of mortals. Listening to the Sanskrit sounds and looking at the bell engraved with Sanskrit characters, my heart was unknowingly infected and became clear and peaceful. I think that in my previous life, I must have been a speck of dust in the Buddhist hall, listening to Sanskrit sounds and the teachings of the Buddha every day. With a bodhi mind, you can still smile as brightly as before despite suffering all the hardships in this world.

70. Learn to give up, turn around and leave before crying, leaving behind a simple silhouette; learn to give up, bury yesterday in the bottom of your heart, leaving the best memories; learn to give up, so that both of you can have each other. A more relaxed start, love that is bruised and bruised does not necessarily mean it will be unforgettable. In fact, life does not require such meaningless persistence. If you don’t have something, you really can’t let it go. Learn to give up and life will be easier.

71. The love in this life is worthy of the longing, and the flowers shed tears when they leave. Don't look back, you are so carefree and carefree just to get drunk on your beauty. If the love is not so deep that I can't help myself, how can I turn my heart as cold as frost? I will just warm a pot of longing and drink up the past; wandering around the world, just for the beauty's smile, but not all these thoughts, let me The human heart is broken! Wherever we meet, the purple smoke is long, looking across the horizon, the words are still desolate. If true, if false; I am crazy, I laugh.

72. My father is a giant who holds up the sky and holds up a living space for me. My father is like a big mountain, shouldering all the burdens and making my life easy and peaceful. My father is like an umbrella, covering all the wind and rain, leaving me with sunshine and warmth. My father is like a sun, illuminating my heart and making me always sunny.

73. The night comes so peacefully and silently. I saw a looming light in the distance, seemingly far away, yet so obvious. Under the light, there is a lonely figure, a person, sometimes leaning on the seat, sometimes walking around, sometimes squatting in place frustrated. It's like waiting for someone, but that person seems to be delayed in coming!

74. You are still so short, like a grain of sand standing on the edge of a stone. But you won’t be discouraged. I think of your back that you run every day slowly elongating under the sunlight, as if you have grown taller. You must like this very much, right?

75. Father's love is deep. It is like a cup of strong tea. It is bitter at first, but after careful taste, it has a delicate fragrance. A father's love is like a lake, and any discomfort his daughter feels will cause ripples. My father's love will accompany me through loneliness, failure, and success.

76. My father stood on the shore, watching the scattered days and nights that made up his entire youth slip away irrevocably from his eyes at a seemingly constant speed like running water.

77. The years of Mo Wu quicksand are pouring out at the fingertips. Perhaps, it is fate that on the familiar bank of the river, there will no longer be an orchid boat urging people to start, nor will there be any back figures holding hands; Perhaps, it is fate that from now on, the river will only sing a slow song and hum a sigh.

78. When everything returns to zero, are you really happy? Of all this, only the back is left. It is really good. Look behind you. The back is not far away, small and small. How big the back is, my eyes are full of it, I want to get close to this, small back, look at this stubborn back, just walk away, disappear in the corner of my eyes, disillusioned by the wind.

79. Thank you that I cannot live in your eyes, so I can hug your back. No matter how many regrets I have, I can keep in mind all the beauty of imperfection; thank you that I cannot Hug your back, so I can become your back, hiding in a quiet corner, without you looking back or cherishing it.

80. In the days when I miss you so much, I silently watch your distant figure, and quietly read the pain and sadness you gave me. I have prayed thousands of times that you can deeply read my thoughts, and I have prayed thousands of times that you can understand the pain behind my smile.

81. You are gone, out of the sight of those who know you well, including me.

Once upon a time, the pale you were the white back that often appeared in front of me. What you left to me was more of your back, only the back. I looked at your favorite white against your back, like looking at a line of flowing clouds. It's elusive but out of reach.

82. Father is a mountain and father’s love is water. He drove away all the demons and left a patch of light. Father is poetry, father's love is rhyme. He makes our lives better.

83. Spring will write warm sentences in emotional language, the petals will use stylish colors to set off the romantic background, and I will use my willful heartbeat to promise you a lifelong love, unchanged, my dear. ,Miss you.

84. The word youth gradually feels unfamiliar, and the annual rings always easily leave the mark of old age. Things that I think are always long-lasting are actually gone in the blink of an eye. The people you once loved and missed can easily become familiar strangers. What was once innocent and innocent, what was once a beautiful dream, slowly fades away with the reincarnation of the four seasons.

85. I don’t believe in your determination to leave, leaving me with a incomplete dream. Today I want to say thank you! This is fine, I can think of your back forever and care deeply for my whole life. Even if it is a broken bridge, the incomplete feelings are more beautiful. A regret that will last a lifetime. The back is like the twilight of a shooting star, extending my desires. I can't really have a drunken dream, but I can still have a pleasant dream. It was true that youth is no longer lost, and dreams and shadows are chasing souls. I should be grateful for the years of love!