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Time flies, beautiful sentences, time flies, beautiful sentences.

1, time flies, time flies. Jinse years are fleeting. All the past, in a flash, flowed into yesterday. How much joy, how much bitterness, are reluctant to recall, still buried in the dust of time. Somehow, youth is destined to be infected by that loneliness.

I am very grateful that you have been to my world, and I am also very grateful for the warmth and love you have brought me. I am glad that I have had such a pure feeling in my life, so that I can recall, miss and taste the sweetness of love in this complicated and troubled world in the future.

Trembling hands can't pick up the memories of fallen leaves, so they can only knock on the lovely keys on the keyboard and let them take away the ripples in their hearts.

Recalling the past, we are deeply attached to each other, and what we once owned can only be the best memories.

No matter how it will end in the future, at least we have been together, and we don't need to bother to bind each other, let alone make promises. As long as we have, it is enough for you and me. A person's life has many memories. I only hope that there will be a me in your memory!

6. Recording the flow of time, the season returns in the cycle, and in the context of memories, Zou always remembers everyone and misses a period of time.

7. The beauty of the past has become history, but some of them are beautiful memories in my heart, dreamlike and yearning. I want to cultivate my inner openness and perform other wonderful things, but the gap between reality and dreams.

8. Memory is an old song with a beautiful melody and a sense of rhythm. There are no sad sighs and no sad corners. There is a trace of innocence in the brow, but after some brewing, it is speechless. Perseverance is an unprecedented oath.

9. Pick up a petal of the years, cover it in your heart, hold a bright lamp of time, and miss your old friend lightly. Place memories and keep quiet silence.

10, the breeze of memory scattered my messy thoughts, and the long-lost complex opened the scars of memory. Once, that innocent girl stood by a small tree at the entrance of that mountain village, often looking up at that distant place silently; Year after year, day after day, in addition to sunny and rainy days, she will continue to watch the little tree!