Those familiar and unfamiliar faces appear in my dreams again and again. I don't know why I am full of nostalgia for the past, or I may have seen those beautiful things that have passed away and those thin youth that have passed away. Riding a bicycle, he staggered and smiled at me, tears of laughter dripping down like diamonds.
Miss the student days, the school broadcast after school meals has always been the spiritual food of the student days. Walking along the forest path with my deskmate friends, or taking a nap on the lawn of the playground, listening to the flowing prose and savoring our faint sadness; There is also music that moves us and suits our mood, which makes us happy for our young first love.
More often, we live a boring life. I worry about my homework, rack my brains for problems I don't understand, and feel helpless for the repetition of three meals a day.
But none of this can stop us from moving forward. We still strut into the campus because we have dreams in our hearts. When I was a student, I lived a free life, but I thought I was in trouble.
I always feel that going to school is hard, my schedule is dead and I am not free. Now, it seems that you don't have to worry about loneliness in the remaining time, and you don't have to work overtime because you don't have enough working hours.
When I was a student, I didn't have to worry about the eyes of my leaders and colleagues, but I buried myself in my studies and didn't have to worry about being criticized by my boss and envied by my colleagues. Moreover, I have always felt that books are much more loyal than lovers and friends. The more time you spend with her, the more she will give you. She will never betray you and let you do nothing.
Time throws people away in a hurry, cherries turn red and plantains turn green. After freshman year, I was crazy like a green apple. After sophomore year, I danced like a red apple, holding a pineapple and eating tomatoes. My junior year floated away and my senior year swung past.
University, having tasted youth and sweetness, has been lost in such noise. I've never been sentimental, I don't know how to be sad, I'm tired of seeing the separation and the combination, and the banquet is beautiful again. If water flows through my fingers, I look forward to it but feel helpless, and my heart is fleeting.
When I woke up in the morning, I was still immersed in a dream. I always feel that I haven't read enough books. I imagined, if I could go to school again, would I? In Hangzhou in September, osmanthus fragrance is everywhere. This season reminds me of college life.
It is September again, and the campus is full of gold and silver. After too much experience in college life, we have learned a lot about dealing with people. Laughter or pain is the process of our growth.
Beauty is old in a snap, and young in an instant. The excitement is over, and the bitter smile tells me that our college life has become a thing of the past.
School time is the happiest and most unforgettable, where there is pure friendship and youthful love, so that I often dream that I am still walking on campus. The student days are the purest part and the warmest zone that we hide in our hearts.
Remembering my school days can always give me fresh encouragement to my tired body and mind and warm comfort to my injured heart, especially in this chaotic period. I have been friends with my classmates for several times, and I can't bear to part, but I hope to meet again.
Without college entrance examination, it is difficult to communicate with each other. Miss yiyi often stares at collective care.
Caressing the present, thinking about the future, feeling infinite. Recalling my student days, I feel different every time. Cherish your memories and make your life richer and better.
2. The most beautiful sentence about memory that touched you most when you were a student is fleeting. On the other hand, fireworks bloom, burning the beauty of that moment, retaining the memories of a lifetime, romantic and short.
However, people only rejoice in colorful flowers when they are in bloom, and forget that fireworks, no matter how beautiful, will eventually wither and dissipate. After several ups and downs, I have never seen a beautiful rainbow so far. I suddenly looked back and realized the feeling of first love. It's beautiful. There will be no love for no reason, and there will be no hate for no reason! I believe that fate is not yours. Don't be reluctant, the most familiar stranger.
Who is a passer-by in his life, who is the wheel of life, the dust of past lives, the wind of this life, and the endless sorrow, are ultimately none of his. One day, I will pass you silently without making any noise. I missed a lot. I always feel sorry for the fleeting time on the left bank, reflecting the fragrance of time. The right bank is lonely and full of sad fragrance. I stand at the end of this season, looking at the direction that leads to the past. In a trance, something seems to be broken in my heart, tangled with love, lingering, blurred in the barren world.
Life is like this, floating in the wind. Without life, how can we talk about the beauty of feelings and the value of freedom? Without life, all wishes will become bubbles in dreams.
Without life, the meaning of life is even more out of the question. Therefore, we should be kind to life.
Knowing you is not a temporary impulse, but a love, a past that has been deposited in my heart for ten years. Her smile and every move are so kind and familiar, much like the girl who once fascinated me and I can't forget it, which made me find the feeling of first love at once.
If I hadn't met you, if I hadn't fallen in love with you, if I didn't believe it, if I didn't insist, maybe I wouldn't be who I am now. I don't know that I am the most precious until I lose it, and I don't know that love is so subtle until I really lose it. Maybe it's because you were destined not to start, but you started anyway ... There are too many questions. What can you do if you know the answer? If there is a way not to lose money, I am willing.
Sometimes, the person you choose for life will always give up halfway. The person you are determined with one heart is actually the most half-hearted.
Therefore, love or marriage is really not your choice. Everyone's self-choice is often unreliable.
The lover who can really accompany you for a lifetime is reserved. I live unconsciously.
Life is over. In fact, first love is just the touch of all memories.
After that, the continuation is only nostalgia. It is better to remember with love than to be together as plain as water. I always like to indulge in my own stories, hiding behind words in the middle of the night, reminiscing about the past like the wind, laughing and sighing, and gathering thousands of thoughts. After the noise and silence, I invited a wisp of breeze to get drunk with a pen, write down a dreamlike experience, let the memories stay in the pause moment, and keep this tenderness alone.
Autumn wind in September, with lonely steps, came to me in a hurry. The awakened memory lingers in the desolate noise, smelling the withered fragrance of a bunch of flowers, pushing open the cold window, listening to the scars of fallen leaves, playing chess with lonely geese dancing in the wind during the day, staring at the sky, unable to see the melancholy color of the sky in the dark, and listening to the heartbreaking voice. Only I am thinking quietly ... Happiness is not a step away from me, but a distant month guarding my first love. It is unforgettable love, not a long wait, but a long memory. Love in this life passed me by. I made a promise without regret ... I still love you in the afterlife ... After years of waiting, I left a piece of flowers and soul. Once a bird wakes up, it will haunt for thousands of years. Who knows, it was buried in the loess. Who knows that flowers are everywhere, full of thoughts.
There are yesterday's hopes and today's waiting. Years are like songs, time flies, and in a blink of an eye, classmates who share joys and sorrows? Friends want to say goodbye; The intriguing sound of morning reading will disappear; The amiable face will gradually blur.
A lovesickness turns into a tear, and the plain face finally disappears. At that time, who would stand in the old days and make a pile of dust in that humble love! There always seems to be unbearable pain in life. Some regrets are destined to be borne for a lifetime.
In life, there are always some exquisite emotional porcelain broken around us, but the traces remain in the years.
3. There are 1 ancient poems that lament the beauty of childhood. "For the first time, I heard that the school book lang showed the three skills of the same official." Song Su Zhen was crazy when he was a teenager. His mind was full of books.
I want to spend half my life in vain, and I won the school book lang this year. Chung Shan Man, a hundred small towns, is ashamed of Mr. Smirny.
Japonica rice, such as Li Yun jujube, is mature, so it will be added to the rice for a period of time. Muddy mud tastes less after illness, and it is no fun when you are old.
When I left, I felt lonely and empty, so I didn't want to write new poems. 2. "Bodhisattva Man Memories Jiangnan Music Today" Wei Zhuang of the Five Dynasties remembers Jiangnan Music today, when he was young and thin.
I rode my horse in Damascus and leaned against the bridge. The women on the ground were conquered by my heroism. The boudoir barrier twists and turns, setting off the deep, which is where I am intoxicated.
Now if I can be like that again, I won't want to come back until I'm old. 3. "Man Jiang Hong Hong Fei Tian Qiong" Song Xin Qi Ji Tian Fei Qiong, after all, love is thin.
Also cross, Yulong returns, and thousands of flowers shake down. Clouds break through the forest and add a far hole, and the moon is near the corner.
I still remember the young man stepping on Han Road and holding Dong Guo. Singing frozen geese and laughing at hungry magpies.
People are old, and joy is still yesterday. For Qiong Yao and your entertainment.
I like being fascinated by distance, but I'm still far from it. When the lambs are finished, Yangzhou Crane will invite them to make tea.
4. "Qinyuanchun Changsha" Mao Zedong independent cold autumn, Xiangjiang River north, Orange Island. You see the mountains and plains, and the layers of forests are all dyed; The river is full of water, and hundreds of people compete for the flow.
The eagle strikes the sky, the fish is shallow, and all kinds of frost fight for freedom. Lonely, ask the boundless earth, who is in charge of ups and downs? I took a hundred couples on a trip to reminisce about the past years.
Just a classmate and teenager, in full bloom; Scholar spirit, Fang Qiu. Pointing out the maze, inspiring words, the dirt in Wan Huhou that year.
Remember, when the midstream hit the water, the waves stopped the speedboat! 5. Ugly slave Song Xin Qi Ji, a teenager, has no idea of sorrow, loves the floor, loves the floor, and insists on giving new words. Now I know the taste of sadness, and I want to talk about it, but I want to talk about it, but it is a cool autumn.
4. What are the poems that lament the passage of time and recall the good times? 1. by Yan Shu.
Draw drums and faint dawn, and the light will only release people's old age. Seek a happy day, reveal the tune together, and make immortality the pride of fishermen. The green water is long and the sky is long, and there is little floating life all year round. Don't be afraid to laugh when you are drunk, but believe when the world is everything.
2. Jiangchengzi
Last night, I suddenly came home in my dream. Xiao Xuan was at the window, dressing up, caring for nothing, but tears flowed thousands of lines.
3, "Winter Night Reading" Author: Lu You
People used to learn nothing, and it took a long time to learn. What they write on paper is superficial, and they never know that they have to do it.
4. Who first saw the moon by the river, and when did Jiang Yue shine on people? Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year. I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.
5. Author: Yan Zhenqing
Every day when the cock crows, it is the best time for boys to read. Teenagers only know how to play, but don't know how to study hard. When they are old, they regret why they didn't know how to study hard when they were young.
6, "Song of Tomorrow" by Wen Jia
The day after tomorrow, how many tomorrows! Waiting for tomorrow, everything will be wasted. The whole world will be tired by tomorrow and will go to Qiu Lai in spring. In the morning, the water flows east, but it sets west today. Will there be geometry in a hundred years? Please listen to my song tomorrow.
7, the prime of life is no longer coming, it is difficult to get up in the morning.
8. My white hair has accelerated my aging, just like the pale beam that ended the old year. -Meng Haoran's "On Returning to Zhongnanshan at the End of the Year"
9. Time flies when people are old. Although Bian Hua never changed his original intention, he still tried to listen to old songs in a golden coat, still like being drunk in the past. -Ouyang Xiu's "Picking Mulberry Seeds"
10, Wei Zhuang's river-closing clock.
The locust roars in Liushi, and the watchtower is high in the setting sun. It's a long way to go, and it's different to get together and leave in ten years. But when I see the light flowing like an arrow, I don't know that the sky is bent like a bow. I have devoted my life to Kuang Yaoshun, and I intend to learn from the fish in the surging waves.
1 1, flowers will reopen one day and people will no longer be young. -Dou Eyuan's Dou Eyuan
5. What famous people summed up their memories of middle school and youth in one sentence?
1. Life is a person's most precious thing, and everyone has only one life. A man's life should be spent like this: when he recalls the past, he will not regret wasting his time, nor will he be ashamed of being mediocre, when he dies. Ostrovsky
If you have youth, you will have a brand-new world and a sunny morning. But if your youth has no dreams, or if you have no dreams of tomorrow and burn today, then this youth is a pile of ashes. anonymous
3. Due to the limited conditions, not a drop of water can stir in the torrent, not every river can flow into the sea, some are ruthlessly evaporated before landing, and some are artificially wasted. Still, it can't change its young personality. anonymous
In the tunnel of time, we hope to drill out the blue sky with sharp eyes, and let the excited heart cross the boundless sky like a sharp arrow and shoot into the lofty universe. I hope that all travelers who are looking for youth like us will pack their bags and go to a distant and sacred destination to worship devoutly until the last moment of their lives. anonymous
Memories can't be compared, and the taste in memories can't be found anymore. Amy Cheung
6. History is the witness of the times, the torch of truth, the life of memory, the teacher of life and the messenger of the ancients. -Cicero
7. Many memories have become the past. Yesterday's life also drew a comma for my past, which made me fall into deeper thinking and exploration. Life has made me realize that my life is not complete. -Ni Ping
8. Those wonderful achievements that have passed will disappear in people's memory in a blink of an eye. Only by constantly advancing can we be immortalized. -Shakespeare
9. Happiness means remembering youth, witnessing the times and being grateful for life. -white
10. The craziest years, burning youth, no regrets; The most barren years, memories of youth, tears. anonymous
1 1. You are the girl I have been chasing for N years. If you disappear, who can I call to recall our story? Giddens Ko
12. Every point is a memory. How easy is it to wave your sleeves? precious jade
13. As beautiful as flowers and jade, how can the enemy be like water? -Cao Xueqin
14. A person's life will become very long and short because of memories. -Break free
15. Those old days have passed, but they meet again. There is still a distance to smile. I only remember how beautiful you were ten years ago. I am sitting on the roof, surrounded by you-Chang 'an in August.
16. Youth is mysterious and hot. Everything we sincerely pursue and admire at that age will be treasured by us all our lives. simple
17. Some people have never forgotten. Time not only stole memories, but also stole you, whom I love most. -Chang 'an in August
19. No one is forever 17 years old, but some people are forever 17 years old. I grew up because I relied on a memory that only I remember. Long enough to face all the ups and downs in the world bravely. -Rao Xueman
20. Some people stay in our memory to remember themselves at that time-Cai Kangyong.