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The past is a memory, and whether it was pain, helplessness, or heartbreak, it is beautiful to think about now, just because it is long over. People will change after experiencing some things, whether it is from their thoughts and feelings, or from their words and deeds, they will change more or less, and this change is by no means deliberate, but formed under the pressure of the environment. The present is a manifestation of the past, and no one can say goodbye to the past.

Some things may not be mentioned, but that doesn't mean they will be forgotten; Some things can be forgiven, and some things cannot be forgotten. Because of memory, when dealing with it, it will remember the lessons of the past and avoid, escape, and even autify. Others say, "Why bother?"

Happiness after experiencing it is true happiness. But at this time, happiness is no longer simple, it will be mixed with melancholy and sadness, and the only one who can really be carefree may be the baby! But because of memory, so learn to tolerate, tolerate, and even tolerate, or just don't care, care too much about being vulnerable, in this case, then a little care will be safer, only care about a few people - a few people who care about you, as for others, you can avoid it!

Therefore, people can always make real friends when they are not sensible, and when they enter the society and see the ugly and dark side, it is no longer easy to get along with others without any guilt. But I still have to say that I love the world, because I can only appreciate the beauty and light more deeply by seeing the ugliness and darkness. The most important thing is to cherish the past and enjoy the present!

The present of the past is memory, the present of the present is the reality, and the present of the future is hope.

I made it up myself, I don't know.

The past is the memory of the present, the present is the memory of the future, and the future is the memory ...... our fantasy

The present of the past is death, the present of the present is opportunity, and the present of the future is hope.

The past is now education, and the present is opportunity!

In the journey of life, home is your eternal harbor, tired, think about home, that is the source of your strength.

In the social strife, home is your eternal stone, scared, think about home, that is your self-confidence.

Home, a simple synonym, carries too much strength and faith;

Home may be a simple thatched hut, but it can be as safe as a mountain in the wind and rain;

Home, an eternal emotional ......

While we may indulge in pleasure and luxury, no matter how humble our home may be, there is no place like it!

There's no place like home, there's no place like home!

From the mountains to the grasslands to the oceans with white foam, God bless America, my sweet home!

This poem is an excerpt from Rabindranath Tagore's New Moon).

I walked alone on the road across the fields, and the setting sun was hiding its last gold like a miser.

The day plunged deeper into darkness, and the lonely field, which had been harvested, lay silently.

Suddenly, a boy's shrill song rose in the sky. He walked through the unseen darkness, leaving the ruts of his singing voice across the silence of dusk.

His country home sits on the edge of desolation, behind sugar cane fields, tucked away in the shadow of banana trees, lanky betel nut trees, coconut palms, and dark green jacques trees.

I paused for a moment as I walked alone in the starlight, and I saw the dark earth before me, embracing with her arms countless families, in which there were cradles and beds, mothers' hearts and lamps of the night, and young lives, full of joy, but unaware of the value of such joy to the world.

Ji Xiaolan used eleven of the twenty-eight words in one of Qianlong's poems, and one sentence was"One shot and one laugh, one person occupies one Jiangqiu. "

There are other poems:

Looking at the apricot blossoms, the cherry will be temporarily returned home, and the smoke wave is a lonely sail shadow, which is the immortal through the moon.

Looking at the autumn of Chengjiang Wanli, a leaf is like a fishing boat, who knows that the water post stops at the radial, and the bead curtain upstairs is always hooked.

Push the tent to watch and sing Cai Ling song, the eighteen kings are dressed in brocade, and the wandering girl does not need to throw the fruit frequently, and she has never been close to Chang'e.

The lotus candle was brought to shine in the cave room, and the palace robe was newly dyed with musk incense.

white-headed and scattered" quatrain.

The white-headed old Shangshu is still stepping on the incense dust from the jade, laughing at himself and carrying the pen first, and the habits of the word forest have not been completely removed.

A sail, an oar, a fishing boat, a fisherman and a fishing hook;

A pitch and a smile, a river and a bright moon and a river autumn.

Qing] Ji Xiaolan.

A cane, a boat, a cane, a long rod, and an inch hook.

One goes up and down, one person fishes alone and one river autumn.

A penny, a oar, a fishing boat, a tip, a fishing hook.

One shot, one call, one laugh, one person monopolizes one Jiang Qiu.

A fishing boat, a fisherman, a fishing hook. A slap and a smile are returned, and one person occupies a Jiangqiu.

Song Xin gave up the disease.

The east wind night talks about the mold flowers and thousands of trees, and it blows down, and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are full of fragrance. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night.

The moth snow willow **wisps, the laughter is full of dark fragrance. The crowd looked for her thousands, and suddenly looked back, but the slow people were there, and the lights were dim.