Sentences to recall, with 1014, should not be too long 40

In fact, memories are like pulling ramen noodles, in the back and forth of time, the past that belongs to oneself is constantly stretched and stretched, to a place that you can't reach. But there are always a few turning points in life, and we will stop, be quiet, think about those previous stories, and take a look at the face of the other end. Some of the clips are like flour sprinkled on the ground and can be taken away with a gust of wind.

But those memories that really belong to oneself and will last a lifetime will be remembered forever in such a back and forth. Tenacious and continuous, always connected to each other.

When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much do you know about the past, the old city had an east wind last night, so people can't bear to look back at the moon. Family affection and love should still be there, only 014 empty sighs remain, asking how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.

1.A lot of what we thought we wouldn't be in the first place.

Life is full of expectations, and dreams connect to the future.

Our memories instantly ignited a fire, once burned under the gloomy sky, still holding tightly in our hands, the first touch, the first enthusiasm, although I haven't seen you for a long time, but I still miss it.

1.The falling snowflakes, like my frozen heart, withered, fell to the ground, and shattered.

2.When the snow is full of light dancing and flying, my sorrow is presumptuous, full of butterflies, lonely, but fluttering.

3.Life is like a blank sheet of paper, and with the passage of time, the blank sheet of paper becomes a story.

4.A fairy tale that grieved for a whole century.

1 The moon in the front window, the night cup, the wine in the bottle into the singing throat, wet the green shirt, the wind full of sleeves.

2The sun shines warmly, and the flowers fall in the dream. How much do you know about Soul Broken Teardrops?

3 Falling flowers deliberately dye their sleeves, and no one listens to them?

4The wind is slowly cool, the heart is quiet and quiet, and the thoughts are romantic and light.

Take the second flower bush lazy review Half edge of the path of cultivation and half edge of the king.

When you go to a place where the water is poor, you will not see the poor, and you will not see the water. Indeed, there is a faint fragrance, which is cold in the eyes, in the ears, and in the clothes.

The building is lacking, and the railing shadow lies in the east chamber moon. In the east chamber month, a day of wind and dew, apricot blossoms like snow. The smoke is leaking, and the light is dim. The lanterns are knotted, the spring dream is a piece, and the sky in the south of the Yangtze River is wide.

The oblique screen is half-leaning, elongating the light and shadow; Heavy color vermilion lacquer, mottled painting. A dress dyed with red dust, the candle flame is unknown. The shadow under the window is whitewashed with memories; The old picture scroll has reincarnated thoughts. A pen that outlines the corners of the eyebrows, and the floor is deserted. --

When the world has not woken up, the flowers have not been defeated, the vines have not withered, and the stones have not rotted. I have made an alliance with you with peach blossoms, and withered grass as crowns, and a rock for you.

If you don't look back, why don't you forget. If there is no fate, why swear. Today's all kinds are like water without a trace. Tomorrow and night, you are no longer strange.

Once the wind and rain, the ground was red. Wet with the fragrance of flowers, a little sad, but the world is impermanent.

We often ignore those who love us, but love those who ignore us.

I have a wish: before November 11, 2012, someone hit ** and said to me: "Let's not do this festival, okay?" ”

When I look back at the end of the sunset, you're long gone.

In the past, I went back, and the willows followed. Now I think about it, the rain and snow are falling.

I want to embrace your fragrance, but you have returned my sorrow.

Always remember that you are mine forever.

If I had been brave at the beginning

The ending is not the same. ­

If you insist at the time,

Memories will not be like this. ­­

Xue Xiaozen's look at what is written in the lotus net.