Classic sentences with the nature of recollection

* No matter how busy the memories are, they are still sitting alone

* Those memories, like peeled apples, still have their original flavor, strong or weak, but they turn yellow because of the passage of time, highlighting the vicissitudes and helplessness of the years. ?

* Nothing can beat time. Time is the most precious gift given by God and the weapon we are most afraid of. It destroys not only human will, but also the most primitive beauty of human beings. ?

* I finally understand why the side of the wheel facing away from the sun is so dense and clear, because it is like the sadness hidden in the depths of memories, deep in our hearts and indelible. ?

* Memories are suspended in the sky like a broken kite, so I can't see her face clearly, but I can't forget its original appearance. It's like a silent film in black and white, without wonderful dialogue and colorful vision, but it shocked my whole heart with the most authentic interpretation. ?

& Friendship means that one heart is in two bodies.

& Forgetting the person you love is as difficult as remembering the person you have never met?

& If meeting is the beginning, then the end is the permanent disappearance of one person from another.

& The best friend is the kind of person who doesn't like to talk much, and can be silently opposite and closely related to you. ?

& No one in the world is worth your tears, and the one who is, won't make you cry. ?

& I have been riding a wooden horse for thousands of years, but I have always been spinning in your love. ?

& Years tinkled away, and we accidentally bumped into each other's youth, leaving traces without knowing it, and then went their separate ways. ?

& We don't talk or hug, and the quiet twilight makes us understand each other. ?

& At the same moment, they left each other a side face, each other's eyes were always paying attention to the other, and they left each other as if they had never met. Fate is like this. We are clearly in the fate, the closest position to each other, but we can't meet each other anyway. ?

In fact, the more you look at the sky, the more lonely it will become. There is really nothing in the sky, but people who look at it will fill in all their desires. The more they fill in, the greater their sense of loss will be when they lower their heads. But the sky knows nothing, but we are willing to deceive ourselves.

Where we have placed our hopes, now it seems that only unfinished regrets remain.

We are sugar. Miss fills the whole yard.

Next to the candy is the sweetness that I really want to recall.

Tears are to prove that sadness is not an illusion.

There are some things that we can't overcome, and too many experiences are hard to escape. All the simple and fresh times before can't go back.

Time suddenly pours into a dead pool and slowly evaporates. The wet walls in the rainy season are stained with rotten breath. Mould breeds. Everything is quietly leaving me, only those bright breaths and laughter are still mixed in yesterday through the phantom. They are dim and silent.

I have told many people that I can do magic, but no one wants to believe that they can't do it. They are just jealous of me.

I have to walk through the road I chose on my knees.

My fingers won't understand. Even time won't go away, and sadness strikes like that, so you can't escape.

There is no happiness when you should laugh, no tears when you should cry, and no promise when you should believe.

Occasionally, I look up at the sky and watch the staggered wires brutally cut the sky into pieces, becoming a cracked jigsaw puzzle. I look sideways at strangers who passed me, watching the concrete being trampled under their feet. < p Just like we will forget many people's looks and their voices, but at a certain moment, we can recognize them as soon as we see them, because we can't forget how shallow the meaning of goodbye can be, and we just never see them again.

We are reincarnated and miss one fireworks feast after another in the next year.

When all the feelings begin to collapse, when all the stories We met a gorgeous funeral in the fleeting time.

The beautiful story has just begun, and the tragedy has begun to count down.

The gray smoke blurs the distant constellations, and everything in front of us has lost its history and name, and the world is just some subtle tenderness. The river is still the original river, and people are still the original people

-Borges

The dim flame burns once and for all, and the darkness is boundless where the sun can't touch it.

after you left, my eyes were red and I fell asleep. In my dream, I walked, secretly threw my memories in the grass on the edge of the city, and then ran back quickly. I forgot you when I woke up.

I thought the best way to deal with the sad past was to throw it away, but I finally found that you have become a little dust on my bed, which has no effect when I look at the scenery, but has been in my nearest place, lingering.

When the pain strikes, crying is green and not crying is mature. In the pain, people always need to change from green to mature.

I am afraid of being alone, so I refuse the madness of a group of people.

loneliness means that when someone is talking, no one is listening, and when someone is listening, you have nothing to say.

that summer, the world turned upside down, and camphor trees shook the tenderness of a tree quietly outside the window, covering a sky.

The camphor trees outside the window watched them quietly, and time fell from the leaves, making the silhouette of a place mottled.

It's as if it's just a night from grade two to grade three. It's as if he was smiling brilliantly one second ago with a frown. It's as if the rhythm of the whole world has suddenly accelerated, but she hasn't caught up yet.

It was really good at that time, but it can only be at that time. As the Little Fish and Hua Wuque said, happy memories can only be memories. From then to now, the world has changed too much.

You are me. I can't say how hurt I am. I want to forget, but I can't help but recall ... Many things will not change at all because of people's will, just like memories. Sometimes, the more I want to forget, the harder it is to forget.

the camphor tree outside the window is still slightly shaking the tenderness of a tree, as if these two years have been stagnant in my heart, but it has quietly flowed by Hao Ling.

The passage of time has taken away our low-key joy and faint sadness. Those stories left behind by time are like a dream, so beautiful that people can't bear to wake up.

yes, dark matter. That is the most wonderful thing in the world, but it is also the most helpless thing. Just like the distance between us, it is invisible, intangible and real.

the cloud is close to me, and you are far away from me. The two stars in the sky look very close, but in fact they are separated by a light year.

The stories of those days were all folded into a chapter of the page. They will slip accidentally when you open a book, telling you not to forget, you just need to quietly fold them back into the book. Then, smile and grow up slowly.

We are a group of children who are fixed on freedom and non-freedom. In this extraordinary and vulgar background, we are destined to meet, pretending to be reserved, patting and beating, and being close.

It wasn't until one day that I walked in the street and ignored, brushed my shoulder, looked back and smiled at the oncoming person, and then parted, that I heard the clatter of days passing by my ears. At that moment, I was a little cold. I grabbed it hard in the air, my palm was empty, and my cold fingertips couldn't even touch the lost soul.

We came to this world in the same way, with the same structure and the same habits. We are obviously similar in so many places, but why are we completely different in more places?

what I once said was actually blowing in the wind. Only the oath in the notebook is left, as if laughing at my cowardice.

Dreams, I heard that people who have no dreams are happy, at least they are happier than those who have too magnificent dreams, because when they first come into contact with naked reality, they will not be so painful and fall so much.

when a person is really helpless, he can only laugh.

having dreams is our greatest motivation, but more often, dreams are our fetters.

"Is the plane going to fly against the wind? Ha ha, I never know, no wonder I am in such a mess as I am now. For so many years, I have been following the wind. " Say that finish and I deeply hug, and then turned to leave, back bleak, lonely, I have been watching him disappear from sight. The pain of parting and disappointment has lost its voice.

whether I wander or not, time goes on calmly.

I chose to return and give up in the expectation of everyone. I don't know if I chose correctly, but I know I can see a long-lost smile on the face of the person I love.

I don't care if I choose right or wrong to give up my dream and return to reality. Because I know that the choice is always wrong, it must give up one thing and strive for another, and I will regret it in the future. But regret is something in the future ... Now, let's all mourn the years when we worked hard in great despair and mourn the years when we were young and gray.

There is an end to a promise, just like fireworks. The temporary splendor is followed by loneliness and silence after death. A tear fell and the whole world cried.

Memories change the taste of the past.

Because we are young, we are qualified to take a chance and have the opportunity to make mistakes. Even if we are wrong, we can prove that we are not numb and not old.

* Memories are no matter how lively they are, they are still sitting alone * Those memories, like peeled apples, still have the same taste, either strong or weak, but only. ?