A collection of forty one sentences lamenting that time flies and things are human and wrong

The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year. Liu Xiyi's "Generations of Sorrowful Pulsatilla".

Although the flower hair can be pecked next year, it is not good for people to go to the empty nest of the beam! Daiyu's "Funeral Flower Yin".

Where are the people who come to play with the moon, the scenery is vaguely like last year. Zhao Yizi Mu "Jianglou Feeling".

On New Year's Eve this year, the moon and lights are still the same. I didn't see last year's people, and the sleeves of my spring shirt were wet with tears! "Shengchazi".

Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the faces of the people were red.

The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. Cui Hu "Title Capital City Nanzhuang".

Gathering and scattering are in a hurry, and this hatred is endless. This year's flowers are better than last year's red branches. It's a pity that the flowers will be better next year, who do you know with? Ouyang Xiu's "Waves and Sands".

The shadow of Xianyuntan is long, and the stars change a few degrees of autumn.

Where is the emperor in the pavilion now, and the Yangtze River is empty outside the forest threshold. Wang Bo's "Tengwang Pavilion".

How can you avoid hatred in life? What is the limit of ecstasy!

The dream of the old country returned, and I felt that I was in tears.

Who is on the high-rise? Long remember the autumn sunshine.

The past is empty, and it is still like a dream. Li Yu's "Midnight Song".

If everything is wrong with the door, what is the difference between the same thing?

After the sycamore was half dead and the frost was cleared, the white-headed mandarin duck lost its companion.

The grass on the plain, the dew is at the beginning, and the old habitat is new and the new is clinging.

Lying in the empty bed listening to the rain in the south window, who will pick up the lights and mend clothes at night? He Zhu "Partridge Heaven".

Time passes, things are not people. We are still us, we are no longer us, we have been through so much, I just hope that we can all be okay in the future.

I used to think that I thought, but now I don't think so. It may be that time has passed, and things are not people. It may also be that deep down in my heart, I dare not face some things and some people in front of people. Right and wrong, drifting away, wish, cherish!

There is a saying that time passes, and things are not people. But there is also a saying that time has passed, and the original intention has not changed!

What you like will not change, even if time passes, things are not people. Like a song, a person. I can't tell you the truth, but the moment you meet it, everything will suddenly become clear.

It's still the way it is remembered! It's still the sun! Ten years is not long, but it is not short, even if it is a matter of time and time, you are still quiet and good like that. That's nice!

Maybe many years later, time has passed, things are people, and the mountains and rivers know where to go, so that they can really let go of the knots in each other's hearts.

The years are in a hurry, the years are like water, and when we miss the past, we will inevitably sigh that time has passed, and things are not people.

It's so fast that you're getting married, so good. But I don't seem to be ready to face my college days, I have been sealing it, however, I still have to try to deal with it, adapt to the passage of time, things are wrong, and people are scattered.

Time has passed, and things have changed, but when you grow up, you are still your reasons, during that time, I still can't forget that the more people there are, the more lonely they are, and the more they want to leave.

After reading the ** of the previous years, each ** can tell a small story that is not long or short, time has passed, things are not people, but the people in ** must have been happy at that time, and they will always be happy in the future.

Time passes, things are people and everything is resting, tears flow first, even one person, thousands of rivers and thousands of mountains I am also willing to go.

The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times.

The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year.

Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the faces of the people were red. The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

The sentence that laments the passage of time and the fact that things are human is as follows:1. Its things are the same, but its people do not exist.

2. Things are not people, and there is no news.

3. In the past, things were prosperous, but now things are not people.

4. The early infiltration of things is that people have nothing to do, and tears flow first.

5. Things are not empty intestines, and dreams of entering Fangzhou Road.

6, things are not people, Xiaochi is still the same, and the colorful mandarin ducks are double-played.

7. If the life of returning to Hu is only as first seen, what is the sad painting fan of the autumn ridge wind?

8. In the old days, the swallow in front of Wang Xie Tang flew into the homes of ordinary people.

9. The flowers before the court are gone, and after the clouds are gone, things are not people.

10. Life is infinite from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar every year.

11. Where are the people who come to play with the moon, the scenery is vaguely like last year.

12, ruthless is the most Taicheng willow, still smoke cage ten miles embankment.

13. Now the Parrot Island has passed, and there is only a ruthless blue water.

14. Today's people don't see the ancient times and moons, but this month once looked like the ancients.

15. The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year.