How to send your own back?

1, gradually, that figure has left my sight far away, not because my eyes are dim, but because his persistence has already penetrated into my bone marrow.

I don't believe your determination to leave, leaving me with a broken dream. Today I want to say thank you! In this way, I can miss your back and care about my life deeply. Even if it is a broken bridge, my broken feelings will be better. The period of regret will last a lifetime. The back is like the setting sun of a meteor, extending my desire. I won't really get drunk and dream, but I'm also dreaming happily. It is really the end of youth, and the dream is chasing the soul. You should thank the years for their deep affection for you!

Youth passed her back, and an inch of light missed the corridor on her back. She still holds a book, Xu Zhimo's melancholy text, reading a ray of dullness and sadness. One second tears flow, the next trace is dry. Heartless children are always like this. They crossed a bridge and forgot the last one. Every time they want to stand in the highest place to see the scenery, they are still fascinated by the wind.

The darkness continues to extend in all directions, and the lights on both sides of the street are still brilliant, except for the shadow of one more person. Dim light slowly drifts into the unknown world in the endless night sky, and no one will write history to commemorate it.

My father's thin figure, like an immortal lighthouse, shows me how to go in the future. No matter when I was a student, or when I stepped on the three-foot platform today, I was reminded to be a strong man of knowledge and a real society.

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

7. Sit quietly in the car by the window, lean your head against the window, look at your happy but reluctant smile, look at your lonely but still warm back, my eyes are fixed on the moment you leave, and my heart can't be taken back anymore. The scenery outside the window is constantly changing, but you are the only one in my eyes Your smile accompanies me on journey after journey, and my heart accompanies you season after season.

8. I have forgotten everything I can. All I can remember is your vague back, like an indispensable part of life, walking with me like a shadow. Yes, I have spent every spring and autumn, every sunrise and sunset, every ambiguity with myself, and every shadow with you. I can't tell which is you and which is me.

9. Just watching you turn around, your back is getting farther and farther in my field of vision, and finally it turns into a wisp of smoke. The sun is shining violently, but I am shivering with cold; The world is singing enthusiastically, but I am so lonely and helpless; The world, the tiny me! Tears can no longer stop, surging into a river in March.

10, with a warm wind, knead into a white quill pen, dive into the water again and again, declare your name in the stream, on the lake and by the sea, make fine lines, shine at any time, wander with the years and integrate into life. Beautiful people, what I can see is your back, but what I can't see is your back.

1 1. The figure of that person in the bustling crowd is very much like you. I stopped to look at the disappearing figure. You, not you, no.

12, you left, leaving the sight of people who are familiar with you, including me. Once upon a time, you were a white back who often appeared in front of me. You left me more of your back, only your back. I look at my favorite white lining your back, like watching a cloud line, out of reach.

13. When my vision is blurred, I only see an outline. When my mind is fuzzy, I only remember one back. There is a figure in my memory that can never be erased.

14, thank you for making me unable to live in your eyes, so that I can embrace your back and have more regrets to firmly remember all the imperfections; Thank you, I can't hug your back, so I can become your back, hide in a quiet corner, don't look back, don't cherish.

15, the midnight wind is always so cold, the bone-eroding cold penetrates the barrier of thought, and the night becomes hesitant. Inexplicably like the back of passers-by, feeling very hazy, very distant artistic conception, deep and ethereal, quiet and boundless. There is also a quiet loneliness and extreme loneliness.

16, remembering the vast sea, remembering the past in my mind, but everything is vague, and the only clear thing is my mother's back.

17, the back of your departure still lingers in front of my eyes, like a fog that can't be waved away. You really don't know? Stories that have been accumulated for three months are rotting in my heart, and I really can't find any traces of my dreams. Although the weather was fine that day, when the north wind roared, I felt as if I were in a severe winter.

18, now, your back is like a clean stream, recording my thoughts. That glacier is not what it used to be. After transformation, broadening and deepening, it is more attractive than before. There is a small pond by the river. Xiahe is beautiful. You must remember clearly that there lived a farmer's house on the right side of the pond. The old couple who did business together died one after another. The original appearance here no longer exists, and it has become Xiahe Community, which is much more dazzling than before.