What is the original sentence of Guo Jingming s quotation Time is like a cat with a light step .

The fence of the season, after all, can't lock the stars from turning.

The bell of Christmas Eve will turn again, and the wheel of years will advance again.

Looking back, the ebb and flow of the tide has submerged the footprints of yesterday, and the wind has dried the troubles and sorrows of yesterday.

And I still walk in the hustle and bustle with my own steps, sometimes strong, sometimes confused. Sometimes mature, sometimes still naïve......Life bears the weight of life, and who is not on the road of life, moving forward through ups and downs.

Then I precipitated the essence of life and slowly tasted the ......

The wind is light and the flowers settle, time steps on the light footprints, and the beauty of the past is rolled up and long. In the last chapter of the night, the sweet fragrance was dissipated.

How many times, looking for the breath of memory, strayed into the gap of dreams, and saw the traces of the past: a river of tobacco, a belt of autumn water, looking at the beauty that disappeared in an instant. The yellowed diary is full of foggy drifting, the years that the pen flips, a certain year, a certain year, a certain year, a certain year and a month are gone.

Time flies, and the light is fleeting.

Looking back, the past year, all the ups and downs are bitter and sweet. The night is full of sleeplessness, listening to the spring words, every day is a new piece, no longer idle, looking at the stars sprinkled with moonlight all the way forward.

1.Many things that we thought we would never forget for the rest of our lives are forgotten by us in the days when we are obsessed

Those boys taught me to grow, and those girls taught me to love

from "The Summer Solstice Has Not Arrived".

I would like to turn the whole world upside down to correct your reflection.

from"How much do you know about the flowers in your dreams".

Youth is a bright wound.

I hope that every winter, even if there is heating on the street, I don't have to wear thick clothes, which is not handsome, but you have to wear thick clothes;

In fact, there is nothing in this world that can definitely hurt you, as long as you are cold enough, silent enough, and silent enough to become no longer concerned about everything, as long as you slowly polish your heart into a smooth and hard stone.

As long as you think of yourself as if you're dead.

Then, in this world, there is nothing to hurt you anymore.

I don't want to feel so much pain from other people anymore. Then don't give so much love to others.

If such a sentence is your former self, when you see it on TV or **, you will definitely be disgusted with stomach acid. But when all this becomes a tangible entity, slowly enveloping you like a thick fog, you will feel that these have become wise sayings, flashing with a cruel and calm light.

From "Sadness Flows Into a River".

1.Memories come to mind of the water in the palm of your hand, whether you hold it tightly or spread it out, the water will flow cleanly little by little.

2.At that moment, it was as if I heard the sound of the whole world collapsing.

3.All love, all hate, all the damp memories in the heavy rain, all the camphor, all the tears and hugs, all the unforgettable scorching years, all the prosperous and scattered lives, all rushed together to the grand death in the summer when the summer solstice had not come. 4..

The space formed by the song is free to come and go as the years go freely, so the faces of the people who are still protected have not changed and a huge and unending hatred.

5.In the days when the black wind blows, in the days when I see the shotimen breaking through the sky and screaming, in the days when the red lotus blooms and the cherry blossoms are injured, in the smile when you look up and bows your head, in the cracks and crevices of time for thousands of years, I always burst into tears. Because I always think of you.

Is this the cruelest and most tender captivity?

6.I am a child who looks up at the sky when I feel lonely, at the big sun, at the big moon, at the sore neck, at the tears in my eyes.

I will wait for you. 7.Phantom City.

I always think about those snowy winters, the cracked clouds in the city, and the rising sun that never appeared. Your shoulders stretch out for the summer. No matter how I look, I can't see the end.

That loneliness goes hand in hand. Annihilation of one heavy dusk after another. Turn your hands into clouds and cover your hands for rain. How do you know I'm not lonely?

Some continuous fire, the temperature cursed every inch of the earth. The raging tide surged up the scalding embankment, washed along the road, burned along the road. Who is the shackle of whom, stubbornly inheriting in the lifeline of a thousand miles disconnected.

A staggered. Three staggered. A thousand interlaced legends that make up the words are endless. No one knows anyone's past. The pale of the oath and the emerald green of waiting are buried. Is that you? Is that you?

8.I just want you to be happy and not to be sad

9.I suddenly felt like a gorgeous puppet, playing all the joys and sorrows, but there were always countless shiny silver threads on my back, manipulating.

Mine even with a single move.

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10.Memories of rotten leaves, those fresh and tender greens have long been buried in the front of the time scale, only the overwhelming smell of rot remains.

The tail of the interscale. As I stubbornly packed my bags alone to start my new journey, I knew that all I had was a few friends stood behind me and watched. Their.

His eyes were as vast and profound as the setting sun, and he felt heavy. However, when we decide to go on the road alone, with all the curses and all the betrayals behind us, we can smile stubbornly and be sad.

Crying, but still keep the footsteps sonorous.

How much do you know about the flowers falling in your dreams".

Looking specifically at the references, I mainly copied the points.

The sentence is mainly this:

The Edge of Love and Pain

Phantom City" is the reflection of the left hand, and the right hand is in the years

How much do you know about the flowers falling in your dreams".

1995-2005 Summer Solstice Has Not Arrived

Grief flows into a river

Many things that we thought we would never forget in our lifetime were forgotten by us in the days when we never forgot them.

The Edge of Love and Pain

I know I'm not a good recorder, but I like to look back more than anyone else on the way I came.

The Edge of Love and Pain

In this sad and bright March, I have passed through my thin youth, through the violet, through the kapok, through the joy and impermanence that appear and disappear from time to time.

The Edge of Love and Pain

Some people will always be engraved in their memories, even if they forget his voice, forget his smile, forget his face, but the feeling when they think of him will never change. The Edge of Love and Pain

On the back is a magnificent castle, in front of which is a phantasmagion of the water shaking, where cherry blossoms are dying and snow falls. Who is the passerby of his life, and who is the wheel of life. The dust of the past life, the wind of the present life, the endless decaying spirit.

Phantom City.