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Good words and sentences in spring
We put down our dignity, personality and stubbornness because we can't let go of one person.
In this sad and bright March, I whipped my horse from my thin youth, through corydalis, through kapok, through the sadness and impermanence that appeared and disappeared.
Some people will be engraved in their memories forever, even if they forget her voice, her smile and her face, but the feeling when they think of her will never change.
The wind is blowing like a flower, and your smile is shaking, which has become the most beautiful ornament in my life, looking at the sky, the snow and the deep shadow of the season.
I thought they would go to sleep quietly this summer, but they were remembered and flocked to their hearts.
In recent days, I always see endless camphor trees when I close my eyes. It runs through the whole city.
Those camphor trees, along the rolling mountain roads of the city, have grown into endless memories. They are standing on the roadside, standing in every corner of the city.
Standing by the river of memories, watching the swaying ferry silently ferry all year round. In this way, they quietly drew dusk and morning.
10 I miss you in the past, I miss the age of seventeen when I left by bike, I miss the wind aroused by your smile, and I walk through my thin youth with sadness and joy and yesterday that is gone forever. Bright. Sadness. Endless.
1 1 I saw the mottled and deep shadows cast by life when it flew over my head. The hourglass tossed and turned, and the thousand cranes bloomed brilliantly for another season. I know another year has passed. A lot of things have changed.
12 How do you recall things that you haven't remembered for a long time? Those silent expressions lie quietly on the floating grass.
13 I always recall countless times, those snowy winters, the broken clouds in the city and the sunrise that never appeared. Your shoulders have been stretched all summer. I can't see the end of it.
14 that kind of loneliness goes hand in hand. Lost one heavy dusk after another. Turn your hands for the clouds and cover your hands for the rain. How do you know I'm not alone?
15 those endless fires, the temperature cursed every inch of the earth. The surging tide surged on the hot bank, washed along the road and burned along the road. The bondage of who is who is stubbornly passed down in the lifeline of thousands of miles.
16 staggered. Three staggered. A thousand crosses make up a legend with endless words. No one knows whose past. Buried the pallor of vows and the green of waiting. Is that you? Is that you?
17 The other is that the essence of youth is loneliness, or loneliness permeates the whole youth.
18 hid in a certain time and missed the palm print for a while; Hiding somewhere, missing someone standing on the road, on the road, makes me worry.
19 graduation is like a window pane. We're going to smash it, then walk over there with sharp fragments and start a completely different life bloody.
Twenty pieces of time are like clouds, and our youth flies across the blue sky.
2 1 We are flies on the window, with a bright future and no road.
I often laugh, but I am not always happy.
I used to be a person who loved looking up at the sky, and the wall of the blue sky always gave me the courage to survive. Now I like the deep night sky, full of darkness and forbearance, and no one can see the tears left.
Those warm but sad sunsets cut our posture into a sad silhouette and left it in the air full of flowers.
Go back the way you walked before. Relive the scenery you have seen. Even the cricket that sang in the grass ten years ago is still singing now. I passed them, passed one place after another called once, and slowly, soft moss grew in my heart.
They slowly flew over our bodies, pulling out a white fuzzy light in the air and crisscrossing the dark sky above us.
It rained cats and dogs, and they were forgotten here by me, forgotten in the dead corner of time and space, silent and covered by rain and years for ten years.
I have walked through the playground you described in your dream countless times. Those huge glass bottles scattered around are full of happy candy.
Goldfish are swinging in the air. The huge tail fin fanned the bigger dark clouds in the sky. They stirred the air, and the whirlwind blurred their eyes.
The horizon rippled with the swing, so the afterimage of the sunset fluctuated repeatedly. Those dim lights on the horizon hit the lonely ground like seals in the trajectory of the swing, but you can't be found in the wet reflection.
3 1 When you leave, the time becomes unusual. Sometimes it's slow, just like slow motion in movies. Everyone laughs or cries at you a thousand times slower. Sometimes, like a sudden frame jump, it becomes out of control. I always have the illusion that those huge clock faces appear on the ground, those hands are ticking under my feet, and these sounds haunt every absent-minded gap. Everyone reminds me that after you left, you seem to have taken time with you.
Not every effort will be rewarded, but every effort must be rewarded, which is an unfair and irreversible proposition.
There is no legend that the grass grows and the warbler flies in this city. It will always live in reality, with fast drums, hurried figures, numb eyes and fake smiles, while I am being assimilated.
34. Reference books are the most sought-after printed matter in China besides banknotes.
35 Infinite time of tenderness, infinite time of tenderness.
Time is the best therapist. No matter how many wounds, they will disappear on the skin and dissolve into the heart, becoming beautiful patterns on the ventricular wall.
There is no logic in the world. In a blink of an eye, the soft moon halo turned into a cold sword light, the circuitous path turned into a continuous blood flow, the swaying madder turned into a wandering soul, and my life became a ripe fruit hanging on the branches, teetering.
Something in your heart has cracked, a very solid thing, which has split in two, melting in blood, melting in blood rain, melting in your transparent nature, melting in her feelings of extreme resentment towards you.
Isn't it nice to rain? Even if all my shoes are drowned, my schoolbag can't escape the attack of scrawl, and I still think it looks so beautiful when it rains.
Under the south wall, who propped up a handful of full love in the scratches of different shades. My name is on this side of the handle and your name is on that side.
4 1 magnifying my life to the last edge is a bunch of joy like grapes. One by one, I cried and vowed to resist the coming autumn.
There is always no wind, and the sun cuts on the glass window at different angles, cutting a harsh hole in the eye. Few people on the road can make various postures in the sun and look at the shadows funny. Sometimes I pass a steel flagpole and catch a glimpse of my face deformed on the column-a girl who has grown a circle.
Maybe this is a hopeless situation. In the real dilemma, sadness seems so powerless and insignificant. But all I have left is sadness.
Things have changed, only in a cross-section become clear.
In the farthest place from summer, ten years have made people discover that nothing can last forever except memory. Vague familiarity and clear strangeness.
45 simple syllables. Not air. Not the color. Not the smell or cells in the blood. Not red, orange, yellow and purple sunlight. Not rolling mountains and sunken valleys. This is not a tight coat. Not hair and eyelashes. Not emotions. Feelings of regret. Helpless emotions. Sour and soft emotions surged up and drowned themselves.
The deepest place, where all the memories have been erased. When everything outside is still intact and continues in a happy and ordinary way, there is still an infinitely quiet place. Like staying at the end of the whole universe, time and memory blend and solidify together. You can also hear the most complete and lonely voice.
Butterflies in light green spring, insects in bright golden summer, geese in bright yellow autumn and unicorns in white winter can all be remembered. I miss you so much.
Right and wrong, true and false, virtual and real, intertwined into a dense mass. It turns out that it's all catching shadows. They are all catching the wind.
At that time, I realized that some things should not be put on it, even if they are bullied in my world.
But it will still shrink and die at the moment of confessing to the outside world.
I will always forget you in the future. Forget your appearance first, and then forget your voice. Then forget that you are good at laughing or like to laugh. Forget that.
You slowly changed from turbid to clear through the light, forgetting the way you changed repeatedly in my mind and what you said.
I can forget 5 1. I can't do it now, but I can do it later. If I can't do it later, I will always do it later. I'll remember eventually.
In the future, we can expect it to take away all the memories.
After the photographer said "one, two, three", the white and very bright light began to turn slowly. It passes Class One and Class Two, in the corner of the eye.
Approaching slowly in the light. Until it went straight into my pupil. The harsh and intense light shines all the way to the deepest part of the heart.
The place surrounded by vascular layer and cavity wall. A faint, still beating figure.
53 Liu Haipao revealed his forehead. One black and one white, but no contrast. But at the moment, the sky is blue and wet, and there is no place with clouds.
Forgetting is our unchangeable destiny. Everything is like a misplaced painting. Everything in the past can't go back to the past, so it slowly stretches and staggered bit by bit. Maybe we should really forget what we put wrong.
I finally hid my head in my elbow and began to cry quietly. Trams run as slowly as tears on the road.
I move forward step by step, my heart is full of sadness abandoned by the whole world, but mixed with unspeakable happiness, because I know that I am walking towards you. Then, the great darkness of x is no longer terrible.
We travel all over the world in our dreams and are never afraid of anything. But suddenly I woke up and saw something beyond my imagination. This is life.
Remember what should be remembered and forget what should be forgotten. Change what can be changed and accept what is unacceptable.
Apart from tears, it is time that can wash away everything. The longer the time, the weaker the conflict, just like tea that is constantly diluted.
If an enemy makes you angry, it means that you are not sure to beat him. If a friend makes you angry, you still care about his friendship.
6 1 Some people are hateful and some people are mean. And when I put myself in his imagination, I realized that he was more pitiful than me. So please forgive all the people you have met, good and bad.
When you were born, you were crying and people around you were laughing. When you smile, people around you are crying. It's all reincarnation. We're all in reincarnation.
When old photos become memories, we become passers-by, walking back to back in different directions and stubbornly walking away step by step. There is no Athens, no Rome, and there is no turning back.
The alternation of 64 and shadow makes time fly by quickly, always hiding in the depths of dreams and seasons, flowers and nights singing nightmares, breaking all memories.
In fact, everyone has a lot of ideas in their hearts, but no one knows how to speak. Life, like this, always occupies an absolute leading position. When countless fools shouted to control their own lives and their own destiny, they didn't see that life stood in a higher sky, revealing a mocking face.
Everything has changed for a long time. I am like a parrot sleeping in a shell. By the time I look out at the world, the sea where I once lived has become an unattainable mountain range, and I am a dead fossil on the cliff.
I didn't know that when I died, it was so bleak to stare at the sky, and the plaintive cries of snowbirds swept away obliquely. I saw your face in the light blue sky, so I smiled, because I saw you, as happy as a child.
68. The cello sounds like a river. The left bank is a memory I can't forget, and the right bank is a time I deserve to stick to. What flows in the middle is my faint sadness every year.
I always like to squat down and look at the traces of time on the ground, like a row of ants crossing my memory.
7 1 Because I always miss you, is this the gentlest imprisonment?
72. My tears stayed and watered the soft grass below. I wonder if there will be memories and worries in the coming year.
I was brave for too long and decided to live only for you.
Children associated with words will never be happy. Their happiness is like naughty children, wandering to the skylight, but still refusing to come back.
I like the lights in the dark. They always give me a feeling of stability and warmth. But I'm afraid of the headlights that suddenly appear in the dark. I'm afraid to raise my hand to block my eyes.
In life, we laugh more happily than anyone else. However, when all the people dispersed, we were more silent than anyone else. So, many times, I don't want to write about the sadness in my life. I want to calm those sorrows down. Nobody knows. After thousands of years, my bones have turned into flying dust. I think they should also be condensed into crystal amber. ...
Traces that used to be so clear can disappear, so in fact, many things can't last long. Even if we believe that they can exist forever, the word forever seems to have never appeared.
Those tears fell on the hot ground and quickly evaporated without a trace. I suddenly began to understand that in this hot summer, many things will be evaporated and will never leave a trace.
My eyes are too heavy to lift, and a few drops of heavy pearl water of unknown origin hang on my long ciliated feathers. Blinking a few times, I fell down, my eyes blurred. Through the faint water vapor, I reflected a trance-like face.
It was so desolate that I felt tiny grains of sand fall on my eyelids. I had all kinds of messy dreams that night. Many people and many things are intertwined. It's all fuzzy.
8 1 The wind blows like a broken flower, and your smile shakes and shakes, becoming the most beautiful ornament in my life, looking at the sky, the snow and the deep shadow of the season.
There is a bird without legs in the world, which only stops once in its life, and that is when it dies.
There is a city called the city without tears, because people in it only laugh without tears ... but it changed later, and this city is still called the city without tears, but because people in this city have no tears. ...
84 people can pretend to laugh, to be angry and to be sad, but they can't control the depth of their eyes.
Walking alone, one can't find a way out. I feel the smallness of people, my smallness. There are many things I can't do, and there are many things I can't say. Who can teach me those things? I can't live without myself, not just myself.
Those wounds, like me, are stubborn children who refuse to heal, because the heart is a warm and humid place, suitable for anything to grow.
I know I am not a good recorder, but I like to look back on the road I have traveled more than anyone else. I not only stopped back, but also rushed forward angrily.
The wind blew away. A year passed like this. It will continue like this next year. I don't know whether there is depression behind stability, or whether there is stability in depression. We just can't find it.
We said with a smile; We stay in the original place of time, but in fact we have been swept away silently by the torrent.
I forgot which year, which month and which day, and on which wall I carved a face, a smiling and sad face of Zhang Wei.
9 1 I look back at my growth path and watch the days go by. I stood on the side of the road, my hands in my trench coat pockets, watching countless people pass me with a straight face. Occasionally, someone stops and smiles at me. It looks like a peach blossom.
Life is not Lin Daiyu, and there will be no variety of customs because of sadness. People will never see through the mirror, but I mean, a thousand years in the world is like my moment.
When you really love something, you will find how fragile and powerless language is. There is always a gap between words and feelings.
If we are all children, we can stay where time is, sit together and bow our heads slowly, while listening to stories that never grow old.
Where the sound came from, there was a transparent gap in the sky, and hairy water droplets were scattered. Like a mirror, there is a crack, so the scenery in the mirror is distorted.
The wind is blowing like a flower, and your smile is shaking, which has become the most beautiful ornament in my life, looking at the sky, the snow and the deep shadow of the season.
The wings of birds vibrate in the air. This is a loud and cold voice, full of fear. A series of uncertain destinations.
Will the love carved on the back of the chair, like flowers on cement, open a windless and lonely forest?
100 Many times, when I wander aimlessly, I can't help looking at the innocent children around me. Seeing the pure happiness on their faces stopped me for a long time. In a moment of trance, I seemed to see the footprints I walked all the way and the figure I left on it. However, the four seasons didn't wait for me to continue flowing, and I could hardly find my former self in my life. I really smiled that day, and my world tears for you.
10 1 The tree that I have been looking up to for a long time still leaves in the wind, and the rest of the days, time has passed in this way. Recalling the faces that were excited about the holidays, they were so far away from me in silence. Watching groups of children leave school happily and seeing rows of neat teams, it seems that I suddenly see the long winding footprints behind me, which have been blurred by time. I am worried that I will forget the road I have traveled and my yesterday.
102 Uncover the piano cover, and the traces that haven't been touched for a long time are still in such a neat row. Slender fingers slowly touch the black and white keys, dancing in the melody like water, infiltrating a familiar emotion and a sad atmosphere until the turning point of life, the notes are forgotten and the strings fail.
103 Life is really a stage for drama. No one can predict what role he will play or when the performance will end. When I stood on the stage where I was painted beyond recognition, I forgot my original existence. It's like growing up quietly in loneliness, and suddenly discovering that innocence and enthusiasm have already disappeared unconsciously.
104 I remember that when I was a child, I liked brightly colored things, such as sunshine, such as winter jasmine. I remember I used to run amok in the sun, always picking from flowers. I remember when I was a child, I liked fairy tales best, and I liked to watch all the happiness in fairy tales continue undisturbed.
105 Sometimes I hide in a dark and quiet room, thinking about the past, leaning on the windowsill, holding my head high, afraid that tears will fall accidentally. Sometimes I just want to live like this, dry my tears and laugh until it's all over, and then hide and cry alone. The room is filled with the smell of boiled tea, faint fragrance, quiet and fresh filled every corner. Quietly, don't cry or laugh, it's just real and thorough pain.
106 is on a new path. What happened in the past and people in the past have a new beginning, forgetting innocence, happiness and sadness. I only see the new windowsill full of sunshine. The story has ended on the previous page, the past has passed, and time does not allow me to save it. I think I may no longer feel pain and sadness. Fate doomed us to endure the past.
107 I stood in the wind that kept spinning in the southeast and northwest, quietly watching everything slip by me. Everything will end, everything will end. Maybe we should learn to give up and turn around and never look back. This is the price we must pay for our growth. Although it is still a world of ice and snow outside the window, please let us believe that tomorrow, when the window is opened, the ice flowers will reflect the most beautiful and brilliant sunshine.
108 Life is turning for the better. Finally, there is no direction. Learn to be optimistic or accept disappointment.
109 but today, I finally watched you completely turn from being in office to being ugly, from being popular to being angry, from ebb and flow to getting to the bottom.
1 10 I don't like to talk, but I talk the most every day. I don't like to laugh, but I always laugh. People around me say that my life is so happy, so I think I am really happy. But why did I suddenly become silent among a large group of friends? Why do I feel sad when I see a similar figure in the crowd? I forgot to talk when I watched the trees fall leaves madly in autumn, and I forgot the original direction when I watched the warm yellow lights on the road as it was getting late. ...
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