What will not change is that memory, people will change, but memories will not change

I had a classmate in primary school who left a deep impression on me, and I still can't forget him, he made me feel guilty and at the same time.

Than the nostalgia. I don't understand him all the time, he is happy all day long, he seems to have nothing to worry about, it doesn't matter if he does his homework or not, points.

No matter how low the number is, don't frown. Sleep in class, run crazy after class. What he does best is being funny in class and captivating the whole class.

Laugh. I don't like him, and I don't hate him. It's just strange that he has nothing to do, so he deliberately avoids him.

However, during an exam, my attitude towards him changed dramatically. That day, when I noticed that my pen had fallen off, I was at a loss, when he suddenly turned around and shoved a pen into my hand, and we were friends ever since.

He likes to play around with others, and he also likes to be cool, always flicking his short hair and shouting".

Uncle Ben is here! Then he rushed to the other party. I don't think he's ever been victorious, and whoever told him to tease the big guys a lot.

As for his classmates, he is often bullied. For his self-inflicted, I just laughed at him for deserving it.

It was a self-study class, the teacher was not there, the classroom was in a mess, and a few naughty people in the class started playing with me again.

Laughing, took my eraser. Actually, I don't really care. I bought it with an eraser, I'm complacent.

Fun. But I didn't expect his heroism to flood all of a sudden, and he yelled: "Dare to bully people under my nose."

You are so bold! "Let's go!" He rushed over ......

Afterwards, I had to take him to the infirmary. When he stuffed cotton in his nostrils, he gave me the eraser and yelled at me.

When he smirked, a gleam flashed in my eyes. When he saw me crying, he panicked: "Hey, friend, I have something to help."

Busy is what it should be, what is it? ”

Even though he still laughed at me and said something sarcastic. But these are no longer important, they are important.

I have already felt a unique camaraderie.

Now, we follow our own paths, looking at different landscapes, but also feeling truth, goodness, and beauty. I.

I'm sure we'll meet again in the future. People may change, but what will not change is friendship.

Seeing her from afar, her unchanged face and such a familiar face made me feel strange!

Recalling the past, what a beautiful time it was, but now, familiar people have to see strange hearts!

Countless reunions in dreams, what a beautiful memory! When I woke up from my dream in a trance, I found that everything had changed ......There is no longer a note of her in my happy movement.

Why, exactly? Whenever a teardrop falls silently, I always ask myself this question.

Indeed, I haven't changed, the world hasn't changed, only the person in my heart has changed, and it has become so strange to me!

The memories haven't changed, just like my love for her, they haven't changed ......I copied = = ......

What doesn't change is what you used to be, and what doesn't change is what you always cared about.

Memories are not memories.

It's tears.

Word formation, sentence formation, or composition?

I opened the previous photo album and looked at the familiar ** page by page, everything seemed to happen yesterday, all the memories rolled out, unstoppable, and I was immediately busy. Excitedly, he kept pulling the friends next to him and telling the story in **.

I remember it was Friday, and we didn't go home, so we made an appointment to go to the neighborhood opposite the school for dinner. Coming out of the back door of the school, a narrow concrete path filled us with arms, holding arms and laughing together. At that moment, there was no pressure, no sorrow, and with the expectation of dinner, we were frozen in this **.

When we came back that night, we bought a large bottle of Sprite and Coke, I held a bottle, and one of my classmates was about to cross the street, looking at the green light on the opposite side of the street, we looked at each other tacitly, picked up the drink and ran to the opposite side. Clear goals, dim street lights, we are running, at this moment, there are only the two of us, without scruples, that simplicity is like a gentle wind, blowing away everything, bringing me a sense of infinite freedom. After listening to this, my friend looked at me immersed in memories, looked at me with disdain, and smiled slightly.

This is a small road in the school, and the slightest gap in the road surface is the trace of our playful chasing. Its appearance, lined with green trees, seems to carry the dreams that everyone is striving for. Spring goes to winter, and it also witnesses the passage of time and our gradual growth.

This countdown card marked zero, it is a wake-up call that has always accompanied and told me that it is coming to an end, remembering that I always hated why it passed so slowly, but now I have long regretted it. And it, this one was taken with my roommates in the school grove, that year, the school scenery was beautiful, and we were all very good ......As I spoke, my friend was a little impatient, and my own mood turned from excitement to heavy, reminiscing, and the beautiful sparrow was good but also sad and melancholy.

Good flowers don't bloom often, and good things don't always happen. It's been two years since I left high school, and everything may have been changed for a long time, but fortunately, I used my camera to record some moments that belonged to us at the beginning, and occasionally turned it up and it is still the same. As we grew up, we went through all kinds of ups and downs along the way, and I thought, when one day we are exhausted, please pause and look back at the journey.

Because I know that people change, but the memories are always there.

Time is flying, and I am crossing the threshold of youth; The days are passing, but I haven't stayed for a long time, and suddenly looking back, I find that many beautiful things in my memory have flowed away with the years, and only shallow traces ...... have been shed”

- Inscription. Outside the window, the wind rises and the rain falls.

I leaned on the window lattice and watched the falling raindrops through, and the melody of <> sounded in the distance, and memories shuttled wildly in my mind.

Countless raindrops poured down from the gray sky, like someone's memories scattered ......

I stretched out my hand to grab it, but it was full of wetness, and I couldn't keep it, just like my sentimentality, inadvertently slid between my fingers, and the wetness was sweat or rain.

Like water, like water. ”

Time does not stand still, because of this, I hate memories, I am afraid that it will stop in the past, so I closely follow the footsteps of time, in fact, I am wrong, memories are the most sacred, even God cannot touch. Different memories have made us different, so in this seventeenth summer, I began to recall ...... for the first time

I remembered when I was four years old, at the beach, because I was afraid of water, I hugged my mother tightly;

I remembered myself when I was seven years old, when I was stealing other people's grapes in the garden with my friends;

I remembered myself when I was 14 years old and pushed my teacher into the river with my classmates on a spring outing;

I remembered the feeling of having a sour nose when I was separated from my best friend when I graduated from junior high school......

How can these memories be discarded?

The years burned in the fire, after all, they could not take everything away, and the remaining ashes became memories, like the ancient folk song sung on a moonlit night, or the ghosts of the dead slowly wandering in the ancient castle. Memories have been locked in my mind for so many years, countless figures swaying in front of my eyes, their smiling faces, and mine, I can still remember.

Memories, dripping in the left hand solidify into loneliness, and fall on the right hand and turn into eternity. "It is the end of a story, but the pace of youth never stops.

The ** sound in the distance stopped abruptly, so suddenly, all the memories of this summer afternoon were locked. The inexplicable sadness just now also disappeared, and evaporated together with the rain.

The path we have walked, the mistakes we have made, the success we have achieved ......It's all confirmed by our memories. I thought I had forgotten about them, but luckily they were still locked in my head, waiting with me for the flowers to bloom.

Memories can be beautiful or painful, whether you like it or not, it is what you have, maybe it has not changed, but memories are precious in your life.

That's just a temporary collection of memories, not burial, and doesn't mean that everything will pass.

It depends on whether those memories are easy to fade into memory, or whether those memories will come back to you at some later time.

A kind of thinking emotion of people, maybe remembered when I was a child, and when I grow up, I may feel very bitter or sweet, happy and sad.

The experience that leaves an impression on the human brain may be deep or shallow, but it must be remembered, and this kind of thing that can be recalled is called "memory".

Literary explanation: "There is such a person in my life, I have been with her for two years, and when we were thinking about getting married, she was forced to leave me, and we were very sad for each other for almost two months, and my heart still hurts because we can no longer be together, so I want to forget her, but I always can't forget, and I always think of her inadvertently."

I heard people say that the way to forget the pain of falling out of love is time, and the second is a lover There is a girl who chases me very much, I also tried to accept it, but it didn't work, I think about her the most, her every word, a smile, will be because of a small item, a small thing, a place we have been, arouse my infinite memories, that feeling is very painful!

Some people will say that memories are mirrors, because in the mirror you can see everything in the past, and even see yourself! If you ask me what memories are, I would say that memories are shadows, because I prefer to live in memories, because in my current situation, I would prefer to live in memories......

It doesn't mean that we have to stop moving forward by recalling the past, maybe during the day, we are still working hard for success, but in the dead of night, we can recall the past, not necessarily beautiful things, after all, it is just a memory, not the main theme of life.

As for good memories, I think you should be able to laugh when you think about it, not necessarily laughing, just laughing, in fact, memories are not good or bad, just like when you recall what you ate yesterday, and recall your first love, there is no good or bad, it's just memories. They all existed, but some of them were forgotten.

Why be sad because you forgot your memories? It is impossible for people to indulge in memories forever and use the rest of their lives to recall the short years that have passed? If you think it's worth it, it's your duty to remember it, as long as it doesn't make you sad for the rest of your life.

Yes, the past is gone, and can only remain in the memory. But it's okay if you don't want to be a memory, it's forgetting.

Hehe、Everyone knows that time doesn't go back、、、 it's not bad to be a memory.、、

When you're lonely, isn't it much better to remember the past than to watch a movie?

No matter how beautiful the past is, it's just a memory

Even if they once loved each other.

But it's already in the past, and there's no need to keep refusing to forget

Only forget about this relationship、

in order to usher in the next relationship.