Beautiful sentences about the back

1, the years of drifting quicksand pour at your fingertips. Perhaps, fate is doomed, there will never be a familiar blue boat on the bank of the river, and there will never be a hands-on figure; Perhaps, fate is predestined, and that river, in the future, will only sing shallow songs slowly, and will only whisper a sigh.

2. Take a wisp of warm wind, knead it into a white quill pen, dive into the water again and again in the stream, on the lake and by the sea, express your name, make fine lines, shine at any time, wander with the years and integrate into life. Beautiful people, what you can see is your back, but what you can't see is your back, which has already been integrated into my heart.

Are you really happy when everything is zero? It's good to leave all this behind. Look at the back behind you, not far away, what a big little back, full of eyes, want to get close to this, that little back, look at this stubborn back, just walk away, disappear into the corner of your eye, disillusioned in the wind.

4. I don't know when my proud father's waist is no longer straight; I don't know when, my father's face climbed up with wrinkles; I don't know when I grow up, so I can't pester my relatives to go to the bookstore to buy books every weekend. I don't know when my father can no longer travel around the world, so he can only stay at home and wait for someone to take care of him. I don't know when my father, who has always been strong, can no longer move his legs; I don't know when I can stop coquetry in front of my father and listen to him say "no"; I don't know when I can no longer be by his side, let him lie down and gently hammer his leg. I know my father is gone forever, smiling and walking so peacefully. Let me still think that he is just too tired and asleep.

5. Missing is a legendary distance. You can see its back, but you can't feel its breath. Missing is the wing of love, flying in the sky of love without tears; Missing is your smiling eyes, my memory, the warmth of your palm, and my clenched pity; Missing is the loneliness of turning around, the colorful flowers falling in my dream, and my helplessness. I miss writing about the loneliness in autumn, your tenderness, my stream and the breath of spring raindrops.

6. It's raining quietly. My father left with me for this family. He said a lot to me when he left. My heart became very heavy. Looking at his thin and warm back, with the sound of car horns, he gradually disappeared into the hazy drizzle. My tears and rain are intertwined!

7. Darkness continues to spread in all directions. The lights on both sides of the street are still brilliant, but there is a shadow of another person. Dim light slowly drifts into the unknown world in the endless night sky, and no one will write history to commemorate it.

Looking at your back, I think your eyes are blurred. God really won't arrange for us to play such a game. I didn't wave goodbye, it was already chilly. Not long after, a heavy snow fell all over the ground, covering the glacier with a thick layer of snow, and you will never be seen in the glacier again.

9. Strolling through the campus, I saw a beautiful back with a casual glance. Blink of an eye, she has disappeared in the corner of the building. The back gradually blurred, leaving only myself in a daze. I know the space around the corner is still so beautiful. When I stepped forward again, my back disappeared, but the ghosting became more solid. In the ocean of my brain, there are many elements that I am familiar with and love.

10, stop-and-go Mo Wen; Under the moon, white bones are wrapped in red, looking back at the blue pupil and seeing the back of strangers. Hundreds of ghosts walk at night, attracting the west, cutting bones into flutes and singing. The skeleton woman wrote, drew a human skin, wrapped in a red dress, beautiful and vague.

1 1, the noise and chaos of the city make us forget the shadows of the moon and stars. Perhaps, when we walk in the countryside, we suddenly feel that we used to live in the city, so why do we seldom see the sky in the city? Is it really because life and work are so hurried that we are not in the mood to take care of the shadows of the moon and stars in the city?

12, the Zen room is spotless, and a cup of light tea turns from hot to cold. Futon, wooden fish and scriptures tell the loneliness of Buddha, but they are also ethereal and calm through the world of mortals. Listening to Sanskrit and looking at the clock engraved with Sanskrit, my heart was unconsciously infected and became clear and quiet. I think I must have been a dust in a Buddhist temple in my last life, listening to Sanskrit and Buddha's teachings every day. The heart is bodhi, and the world can still laugh as before after suffering.

13, my father is a giant, supporting a living space for me. My father is like a mountain, shouldering all the burdens and making my life easy and safe. My father is like an umbrella, covering all the storms and leaving me with sunshine and warmth. My father is like the sun, illuminating my heart and keeping me sunny forever.

14, that night, when we broke up, tears fell on my face, and it hurt my heart to look at your distant back. The vows of eternal love have become a thing of the past, and the love that was once proud and regarded as impossible to break up now seems so fragile and powerless. Behind your happiness, I am the only one left, so helpless and vicissitudes in that busy street.

15, the love of this life is worthy of acacia, and the flowers are shaking tears. Don't look back. I'm just drunk for the Iraqis. How can you be as cold as ice if you can't control yourself if you are unfathomable? I will miss a pot of warmth and drink the past; Wandering around the world, just smiling for the beautiful scenery, but not missing this drop, it makes people feel deeply grieved! Where we met, the purple smoke was long, the horizon was broken, and the words were still bleak. If true, if false; I'm stupid, I can laugh.

16, shallow eyebrows and lips, light candlelight, light dusk. The trees in the empty courtyard are singing birds, and the evening breeze gently blows up dust. Cold night rain cold sleeves cold, dark clouds sad. Mottled tears in the mottled mirror, vaguely rouge vaguely traces. Lonely windows, lonely moons, desolate people under bleak lamps. Acacia pillow acacia dream, three stones on the soul.

17, 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.

18, I saw him wearing a small black hat, a big black jacket and a dark blue cotton robe, stumbling to the railway and slowly leaning down. It's not difficult. But it is not easy for him to climb the platform over there when he crosses the railway. He climbed up with both hands, and his feet shrank again; His fat body leans slightly to the left, showing signs of hard work.

19, I haven't seen my father for more than two years. What I can't forget most is his back. That winter, my grandmother died and my father was relieved of his job. This is a day when it never rains but it pours. I went from Beijing to Xuzhou, and I plan to go home with my father. When I went to Xuzhou to see my father, I saw something in the yard and thought of my grandmother. I can't help crying. Father said, "Well, don't be sad, but God never shuts one door but he opens another!" " "I went home to sell pawns, and my father lost money; Borrowing money for the funeral again. The situation at home these days is very bleak, partly for the funeral and partly for my father's leisure.

20. When we arrived at school, the car ran out of gas. My father and I looked at each other, speechless. Father turned and pushed the car away. I watched him walk around the corner, and finally I couldn't help it. Two lines of tears crept down. In the misty eyes, I seem to see my father leaning forward, pushing a car, walking on that long slope, walking on that loving back, staying on that long slope and staying in my heart. Father's back is entrusted with his great and deep love. Father, I love you!

2 1, after years of dreaming, the sea smiles, time flies, and many people follow their dreams; There are many things that go with the wind. By the window and the bar, you can see the scenery all over. Who was whose? Who is whose forever? Who wears long hair for whom? Who faded away from desolation for whom? Sometimes, rejection is just a shadow. Looking back, what drives you to leave is sadness, but what drives you to leave is missing.

22. Walking into the park, strolling along the moat and walking on the main street, the autumn decorated with ginkgo is particularly magnificent and affectionate. Against the yellow leaves, the back of an old man is sincere and vicissitudes in your eyes. Can give you a lot of inspiration in life.

23. Youth passed her back and an inch of light missed the corridor on her back. She also holds a book and a melancholy text of Xu Zhimo, 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.

24. 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.

25. The wind in the middle of the night is always so cold, the cold of bone erosion penetrates the barrier of thought, and the night becomes embarrassing. 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.

26. If a woman is asked to describe the prince in her heart, it is mostly the handsome, generous and temperament of that man. But few people pay attention to or appreciate each other's back. Of course, at dances or candlelight dinners, we may notice the beauty of their backs. When she appears at the dance in an elegant strapless evening dress, her charming figure will surely attract a lot of attention. When he waltzes at the dance in a suit, his generous shoulders will give people a sense of security.

27. I finally saw the back of my memory, some thin and some strange. My mother and I stood under the warm street lamp and waved vigorously, and the long-awaited meeting scene appeared. But I suddenly stopped, so excited that I was at a loss, mechanically moving my stiff feet, so that my mother's figure gradually enlarged in my blurred eyes. It's getting closer. My mother's thin and tired face caught my eye, and the prominent cheekbones and wrinkles left by the years became clearer and clearer. As soon as my nose was sour, I rushed to hug my mother, tears welled up in my eyes, and my thoughts were brought to the melancholy and lost autumn last year.

28. Who holds whose hand and meets in this life and the next? The vows of eternal love, my back is drifting away, leaving me alone to wait for an ancient myth. Who accompanied who broke the bridge and sent away how many twilight drums and morning bells? Now, the broken bridge is still the same, and only the hearts of the people are exchanged. You suddenly left me alone to look for traces of yesterday, and I smiled gently, just for this heartbreaking relationship.

29. My father's love is deep. It's like a cup of strong tea. It is bitter at first, and has a faint fragrance after careful tasting. A father's love is like a lake, and any discomfort of a daughter will ripple. Father's love will accompany me through loneliness, failure and success.

30. I tell you frankly that I like to see your back. You smiled and asked me why my back was not beautiful. I said, because the back of one of my relatives is exactly the same as yours, I remembered his shadow. You nodded, you missed him, and I can understand you. You shook your head gently and shrugged helplessly. Forget it. I'll take you home.

3 1, 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.

32. Play an elegant piece of music and a cup of faint fragrant tea, and I will look for your shadow between the lines. The love of that life, the fluttering snowflake, is full of my thoughts. In my blurred eyes, I am dancing with unspeakable loneliness. A little bit of acacia, floating in the wind, dancing. I remember your beauty in this sacred world. Your lonely back has become my yearning for life after life.

33, a person's world, a person listening to music, a person walking, a person drinking, a person sad, a person happy, a person talking to himself, a person humming a song, a person waiting for the moon to set in the morning, a person walking through ups and downs, a person living, really lonely, very lonely.

34. The woman who goes out, walking in the streets, makes people look back, and the goal that people boldly appreciate is not only her front, but also her moving back. One day, one month, a strange woman passed by you, and you suddenly looked back, only the back of her departure, which was deep or free and easy. Maybe your eyes reveal curiosity, appreciation or regret. But no matter what, when she passed by you, her back touched your heart and she gave you hazy beauty.

35. You seem to have lost weight and long hair. The strangeness of your back makes me feel as if I saw you in the last century. Then you open your mouth and call my name, and I want to laugh. It seems that I just finished school and waited for you at the door for only five minutes.

36. Once you, maybe you really loved him, but you only loved the impossible back and unforgettable memories. Why not let go, because we want to be happy, and we want to make ourselves happy.

37. In the story of experience, you don't need to ask how many true feelings there are, and you don't need to explore who lost their true feelings and who lost their years; In the corner of the fleeting time, there will always be many encounters like flowers in the water and the moon in the mirror, leaving only a beautiful and illusory back, and then rushing to go their separate ways.

38. But the scene of that day is engraved on my mind. The old man didn't take an umbrella. He just walked in the late autumn rain with a fertilizer bag on his back. There is no one in the street, only the yellow leaves that have been hit by the rain are floating lightly, and a leaf falls on his luggage. He didn't feel it. I don't know what my father is thinking at this time, or nothing. I wanted to run to give my father an umbrella, but I didn't. I hid under the eaves of my house, and my face was wet with tears, which blurred my vision. Father drifted away alone in the drizzle in late autumn.

He always smokes. I looked at his dark yellow face and wondered if his face was yellow with smoke. He has a cigarette between his forefinger and middle finger. Sometimes Liqun, sometimes Yellow Crane Tower, sometimes China. His smoking posture is particularly elegant. He takes a deep breath of the cigarette, then slowly, as if tasting the smell of the cigarette, and it takes a long time to spit it out. The lingering of smoke rings in the air is an extremely lonely arc.

40, the back can reflect a lot of things, standing on a tall building, looking at different backs in the crowd, looking at different moods. At this time, I don't know who is watching me from behind. I'm thinking, if one day we are separated, I don't know if I can find you according to my back in the noisy crowd. At the station, at the ferry, what makes people sad is the feeling of parting, and what is even more unforgettable is that the distant back can't be erased in my heart for a long time.

4 1, the back of your departure still haunts my eyes, like a fog that can't be waved away ... Do you really 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.

42. The gorgeous night sky failed to keep the distant back. I want to say thank you for facing this distant back, so that I can still have my own imagination and understanding in this noise. It's a relief for yourself and a redemption for yourself. The night outside is gathering and dispersing. Please allow me to pray for a better life for homeless people in this way.

43, homesickness in the stroll suddenly near and far, can not tell right or wrong, good or bad. I can't restrain the thoughts gathered in the moonlight. There is a feeling of flying in my heart, and some words jump in my heart. My heart is beating, my words are flashing, and every word occupies my mind. So, my thoughts sailed with Xia Feng, flying farther and farther like a runaway wild horse; Like shenzhou 10, it flies higher and higher; Like the bright moonlight rippling in clear water; Like the light from the moon, always arranged in my unruly lines!

44. Because of missing, people will write sad and touching sentences, and because of rich emotions, people will be crazy to find them. Because of a sad glance, people will miss this day. It makes people feel so sad because they pass by, and you will try your best to make you remember your back, because you never know. On such a day, such youth is helpless.

45. My father's thin figure, like an immortal lighthouse, shows me how to go in the future. It reminds me that no matter when I was a student or when I set foot on the three-foot platform today, I should be a strong man of knowledge and a real material of society.

I miss the turbulent days. I silently looked at the distant back, quietly and seriously read the pain and sadness you gave me. I have prayed a thousand times that you can read my mind deeply, and I have prayed a thousand times that you can understand the pain behind my smile.

47. My father is an ordinary father, and I am also an ordinary child. My father loves me, just as every ordinary father loves their ordinary children. There are not many touching stories between us, and there is no painful reality that makes people cry. But one thing is true: I love my father, and my father loves me.

48. In the bright sunshine, the back in my eyes becomes more and more blurred, like a little ink spilled into the sunshine and finally washed away. Sporadic memory rope wrapped around the cold fingertips, waved away. I turn my back on the sun, learn your movements, walk the way you have walked, feel your gentle warmth like water, hold my head high and fight back tears, and record your lonely back with my heart.

49. At that time, the flood of light scattered us. When your distant back becomes desolate, my world becomes quieter every day. I know, in the future, I will take a strange road and watch strange scenery alone for a lifetime. Maybe I can only see you again in my memory, the world of mortals is like a dream. And I met you in the deepest part of the world of mortals? Leave in a hurry under the light of wind and clouds.

Give me a long autumn day and a bright moon. In this bleak season, even if it is bleak everywhere, I still have the warmth you gave me. Even if the fallen leaves no longer whisper to me, I will relive the eternal tenderness in my heart endlessly. Even if your back has disappeared, the tremor left in your heart will never stop. Just like this eternal feeling, there will be no change in the possibility of mountains without tombs and Lei Zhen in winter.

5 1, I saw Miss Zhang's back and saw her right hand wipe out her eyes, so I quickly put it down. That action is somewhat warm and somewhat vigorous. Child A Peng has a fever, but Teacher Zhang has given up many things in life for these children in the class. There were many things that worried her during that time. I couldn't help looking at her back again. She is not tall, slightly fat, with shallow curly hair, and she is still squatting on the ground holding her son. At this moment, I think of my younger sister at home, the hard work that my mother usually pays for that little guy, and the warmth I only feel from my eyes, and I suddenly cross my cheek.

52. Walking through a familiar street corner, I saw a familiar back and suddenly remembered a person's face. I know I have a lot to say in my heart, but I don't know how to express it. I want to go to your city, see the sky you see and breathe the air you breathe. I often struggle with my memories, and I can't let go of many past events. One day, I suddenly couldn't see my future and was at a loss. I am just a passer-by in your life, but you are the terminator of my love.

You are still so short, like a grain of sand standing on the edge of a stone. However, you will not be discouraged. I remember that your back after running every day is slowly elongated under the reflection of the morning light, just like growing taller. You must like this, right?

54. Once was once, and the past is long gone. Be yourself. We can't love only one person in our life, but there is often one person who makes you smile the sweetest. Missing someone is like drinking a glass of cold water, and then dripping into tears. Memories often open up sweetness and bitterness in dim lights, becoming the most beautiful scenery, and the old beauty cannot be destroyed in metabolism.

55. Some shadows are always swaying with time and lingering. White-haired, crawling in the cold sunshine in winter (next88), in the biting wind, in the eyes of passers-by who are more biting than the north wind. Then, inadvertently looking back, I saw my father hiding in the depths of this time.

56. It's him, standing quietly by the Qingshui River, looking into the distance. The lonely back makes me fall into a net called acacia. What is this? I don't know, the only thing I know is that looking at him is like a rainbow on the horizon, out of reach, only missing.

57. There is no need to decorate young hearts with heavy weights. The vicissitudes of the surface and the seriousness of the appearance can't make you a philosopher; Without all your friends, all you have is a lonely back. Since I can't be profound now, I'll make myself relaxed. People with sad faces can't hear the sound of flowers clearly; People who pretend to be themselves can't understand the excitement of frogs.

58. 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.

59. You are an ever-changing love song and a poem of the soul. You rowed the boat, stood the ark and wore sails, chasing your weak back. From a distance, you are a flower party that I can't bloom as scheduled in my life, so I can't bear to put down my love poems and be infatuated with the world of mortals, which is hard to express. Only you are far away.

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 won't keep you, I know you have your reasons; If one day, we pass by, I will stop and stare at your distant back and tell myself that I once loved that person. Maybe a person can love many times in his life, but there is always one person who can make us laugh the most brilliantly, cry the most thoroughly and think the most deeply.

6 1, learn to give up, turn around and leave before crying, leaving a simple back; Learn to give up, bury yesterday in your heart and leave the best memories; Learn to give up, you can have a more relaxed start, and the black and blue love is not necessarily unforgettable. In fact, life doesn't need this meaningless persistence. You really can't give up without anything. Learning to give up will make life easier.

62. At that time, when the back of light quietly left and the memory remained on the road to the future, we always looked for our past appearance in ever-changing scenes or memories to leave our deepest thoughts. Today's time may be sunny, but tomorrow may be different. In fact, life is to find your place in constant thinking and constant trekking. My life is like this, and so are you.

63. What is the mystery behind worrying about Qingyuan and not understanding everything in the world? Look at the scenery of the world, but you can't tell the customs of the world. Ren is slowly silent in the fleeting time; Ren shallot gradually turns yellow in the process of change. It's just that the figure who turned away refused to leave easily, disturbing the inner peace from time to time, leading to emotional growth.

64. There are always some roads in life, and you need to go by yourself. There are always some things you need to do by yourself. No matter whether it is bumpy or smooth, some roads and things have to be faced by themselves, and no one, no matter personal relationship, can replace them. Difficulties, we have to bear, rejoice, we have to feel. But if we have a grateful heart and an indifferent attitude, we will walk steadily and have a good time.

65. He climbed up with his hands, and then his feet shrank up; His fat body leans slightly to the left, showing the appearance of hard work. At this time, I saw his back, and tears soon flowed down. I quickly dried my tears. I'm afraid he will see it, and I'm afraid others will see it. When I looked out again, he had come back with the bright red orange in his arms. When crossing the railway, he first scattered oranges on the ground, climbed down slowly, and then picked them up and walked away. When I arrived here, I hurried to help him. He and I walked to the front of the car and put oranges on my fur coat. So I dived into the dirt on my clothes and felt very relaxed.

66. In the noisy street, watching your shrinking figure, waving your hand feebly, and tears unconsciously shed, we are doomed to part. At this moment, we all silently pray for each other in our hearts. Countless quiet nights can't erase the memory of that day I can only watch you leave in a hurry with more white hair. Father, how are you? When I wake up at midnight, I always feel sour when I think of your lonely back.

67. Father He has black hair, big eyes and thick black eyebrows. Father likes computers very much. A pair of powerful big hands move freely on the keyboard, like two butterflies dancing on it.

68. The words of youth are getting rusty, and the rings are always easy to be branded with old marks. What you think will last forever is actually not around in an instant. People who have loved and missed will easily become strangers who have been familiar with them. Once pure and innocent, once beautiful dreams, slowly dissipated with the reincarnation of the four seasons.

As for me, I can't find a word that contains love and reverence to describe my father. Never give up the back, those heads that stick to the stone are as silent as their father, only the wind, spare no effort to shake the shadows and swim in their father's land. The rustling sound of the pen tip quieted down and closed my eyes. The curved figure came back to my eyes.

70. I feel uncomfortable. My father has been suffering for our father. If it weren't for us, he would have divorced my lazy and strange mother. Poor father, physically exhausted and mentally tormented. Thinking of this, I suddenly feared that my father would never come back. I carefully asked my father where to go, but my father smiled and said to me, let's go to work. I seem to hear my heart broken because of my father's sad smile.

7 1, 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!

72. I squatted by the window, looking at it hard, looking for my father. Seeing my father's slightly hunched back in the distance, I staggered slowly, and my thin back became smaller and smaller in my sight. Through the glass window, I sobbed loudly at my father's back; Dad, dad and daughter will take care of themselves, don't worry.

73. The night came quietly. I saw a faint light in the distance, so close at hand, so far away, but so obvious. Under the light, who is the lonely figure, alone, sometimes leaning on the seat, sometimes walking around, and sometimes squatting in the same place in frustration. Like waiting for someone, but that person seems to be delayed in the future!