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The hourglass of time deposits the past that cannot be escaped, and the hands of memory always pick up those bright sorrows. The wings of youth cut through painful memories; yesterday’s tears stirred up ripples in the heart.

Time flies, who can get what they want.

I miss the days on the bicycle, the days when I was dancing in front of the desk in the classroom, and the days when there was a smiling face between my fingers in class. Yes, I am a nostalgic person. I like the songs I have listened to, the movies I have watched, and the tastes I have eaten. Youth is a bright sadness, and wounds are notes of feelings. Such as sky, earth, dream, illusion, wind, flowers, snow, dream, illusion, flowers, snow, moon, weeping and complaining. The picture frozen in memory is as solid as steel, but it is slowly corroded like steel.

Although there are only two short words for 'forever', no one can fully express in words how far 'forever' is. It will not dissipate with the end of life. The real forever is Hidden in my heart. Although the weather will change and people will grow old, that heart will not change.

There was such a class, there was such a group of people, there was such an exam, and then they all dispersed.

In the last moments, cherish the joys and sorrows we had together.

Youth is as gorgeous as poetry. It is the starting point of life, the playful river running wildly. Like a Pegasus, soaring straight into the sky. The breath of youth permeates the sea of ??flowers, unrestrained.

Wine-like longing will make you drunk as soon as you drink it. When you are drunk, you will read the sad moonlight with all your enthusiasm. So, the moon was drunk, the night was drunk, and I was drunk too.

The so-called pig-like roommate should be that I had a cold and asked him to come back and bring me a box of White and Black, and he brought me a pack of Oreos.

Who doesn’t have crazy persistence in youth, so there is no need to treat yourself badly for the past.