I already know that when I have passed, it can only become a memory, and what I pursue is only the e

You're writing these words to explain something, to ask something.

I think the first love is the most unforgettable, the most unforgettable, she is the first person you like, why not pursue it, what are you afraid of, why are you afraid of the consequences.

I don't know what's going on between you, but by what you've written, you should pursue your own love.

Don't know what you regret.

But after seeing it, I feel. Same with me.

It's also elementary school, and it's also a hazy love, she will come to my house every Sunday to play, and I know that the 5th grade is divided into classes.

Since then, I have no longer contact, but I just look at each other when we meet, and I have that ambiguity in my heart.

Until secondary school. By chance, I learned that she remembered me and liked me.

I haven't seen it since I graduated from junior high school. Nor has it been contacted.

The memories are warm. Regret was not expressed.

If you like it, go after it. While there is still a connection, cherish.

If you are still in touch, cherish your relationship and don't give up easily. Otherwise, what is left is memories and sadness.

If you like it, confess it, no matter what his education or is, the feeling is the most important.

Have you ever had? Are you sure she thinks so too?

What do you mean by the past? A lot of times that's just an excuse.

Then pursue her, love her, and stay with her for the rest of your life.

It's too long......I didn't see it all, but I still remember the feelings when I was a child, and I was sad.

My Love Is Irretrievable" should be this one. Look.

Sometimes, memories are sad, sometimes memories are sad, sometimes memories are helpless, sometimes memories are beautiful, beautiful. People will fall in love with someone in their life, but not necessarily he will be your other half, then keep him in the memory, memories are also a kind of enjoyment, at a certain evening, quietly missed. If the other party can think of you like this, their hearts will be sweet and astringent.

Time records the bits and pieces of happiness together, and there is always a warm stream in the depths of memory, even if they have hurt each other, but since there is no right or wrong in the world of feelings, why can't they be friends after breaking up. Because we can't tolerate and accept the betrayal of one party, but it is not betrayal, but we don't love it. If the other party cares about this, it means that he or she still has feelings for the other party, and if the love is gone, the friendship can last forever, why not choose to continue to be friends?

We're all too angry! For love, there is a lack of transcendence, and the bitter can only be yourself.

As I grew older and my mind matured, those beautiful dreams and simple happiness from my childhood seemed to be leaving me step by step......

Looking back on the years that have passed gently, the memory has long been blurred, and the past has been drifting away like smoke in the wind, so I carefully capture the breeze and cherish it in my heart.

I have had countless beautiful dreams, in which I had a naughty smile at my mother when I came home from school; There was a grievance when he faced his father's hatred of iron and steel when he was not ideal in the exam; There has been a leisurely ride on a bicycle to shuttle through the path; had the ambition of youth; There have been ......When I woke up from the last dream, all this has faded away with the blur of memory, and finally faded away, the bits and pieces of the past are like stars scattered in the vast ocean, I walked lightly, greedily looking at these crystal wealth, and wanted to pick up one or two to collect it as a memory, but what I touched was the cold seawater, and the cold --- spread to the bottom of my heart......

The wind blows the petals like a broken childhood, the bleak ** interprets the gap between reality and memory, memories hide in the depths of dreams and memories, listen to the flowers and the night sing all the nightmares, sing all the prosperity, sing the ** that breaks all the memories, from laughter and tears to see all the unhappiness and tediousness, with pain and tears to piece together all the profundity and eternity.

I swirled in the night, whispering just to try to find the ...... of memories that had faded away

The confusion and hesitation of reality have completely covered me as ignorant, and there is no trace of the light that I once had.

If memories are the water that disappears in spring, then memories are the scorching peach blossoms; If the memory is the colorful petals in the summer, then the memory is the lotus flower that "the lotus leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are different red"; If the memory is the lotus flower without the rain cover in autumn, then the memory is the golden chrysanthemum with proud frost branches; If the memory is the remnant chrysanthemum that is thinner than the west wind in winter, then the memory is the snow plum ...... that is independent and has a dark fragranceMemories are always after memories, memories for the sake of recall, memories for the sake of memory, what kind of desolation is this?

Time has long passed, those winds that once blew are still in the corners of my clothes, and the hand of writing has long since turned into dust, and every time I look back at the sunset, the bits and pieces of the past will emerge in my heart before I have time to be sad, and quietly disperse ......

Memories are like bright starlight, but I ignore it, although the starlight is bright but far away, no matter how I want to catch it, but after all, it is like sand between my fingers, before I can see it clearly, it has all been gone.

Sometimes, when you look back, you will find that the memories of the past have drifted away like smoke in the wind, leaving only empty memories and a trace of memory.

The most beautiful hymn dedicated to the party - Wang Lida.

Words: Han Wei. Music: Shi Guangnan.

Thousands of rivers to the ocean.

Brilliant sunflowers like the sun.

Hundreds of millions of people to the city of Beijing.

The most beautiful hymn is dedicated to the party.

The hymn sings to the sun.

The party is the sun shining.

Millions of workers and peasants follow you.

Break through the darkness and be liberated.

The party's brilliance shines on the earth.

Green mountains and green waters.

The revolutionary journey was turbulent.

The red flag of thought is raised.

Hymns are sung towards the ocean.

The party is a beacon pointing the way.

The ship of the motherland sails on the east wind.

Set sail for the victory of communism.

With a mother's compassion for her son.

All the way to the sun.

Yes. The river is always to the ocean.

The people of all nationalities will always follow the party.

Unite and fight forward.

Sing loudly about the great party.

Life is forward, we should look forward, make new friends, and not dwell on memories.

Everyone has their own memories. Memories are also joyful. Painful.

Often people recall happy memories when they are there. The corners of the mouth will laugh uncontrollably.

When people recall painful memories. There is always a bit of loss in his eyes. Sad.

But. Memories can let us know that we were once wonderfully alive. Later, it will be.

But. The rest of life is what we really want to live

Once memories become memories.

Explain that it was the past, it was.

Anyway, it doesn't mean the present and the future.

It's been a long time. Memories fade away.

When you have other memories.

You will find those who once were.

You've forgotten about it.

I don't want you to live in memories forever.

Look to the present and the future.

Maybe you'll be happier.

Memories will find that memories are actually beautiful.