Let's drink to the past. Whether it is tea or wine in a cup, what is left is memories and treasures.
Let's drink to the past. I don't remember whether it was the joys and sorrows of the Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties or the short-lived prosperity of Qin Ershi, but the prosperity and glory of the Tang Dynasty had to add a fragrance to Gus's past.
Let's drink to the past. I don't feel sorry for the yearning of Biedong University. I only know the depression and pain of "going home before you get old, and you have to be heartbroken when you get home". I don't feel sorry for "when the spring breeze has green Jiang Nanan, when the moon shines on me". I only know that the love of "asking the world how to teach people to live and die together" is always just a symphony.
Let's drink to the past and give ourselves a chance to remember history. Although the past is like smoke, there is always a home after the smoke floats with the wind. It has gone through thousands of years with its own unfinished story and an unpretentious heart. After the change of reincarnation, it is still the same, and the past is like smoke, and the unforgettable beauty has been sprinkled with the wind.
Let's drink to the past and find opportunities to make up for missed opportunities. I can't make friends with Li Bai, but I can be fascinated by his poems. I can see all his talents and have that eternal smile; There is no reason to be intimate friends with Li Qingzhao and talk to her about her troubles, but I can feel the yearning and pain of being "green, fat, red and thin" and "suffocating in my dream", waiting for Qian Qian's ten thousand worries to stop holding hands with her; I can't get to know Liu Zongyuan, but I can appreciate his aloof and unyielding character, the freedom and beauty of the Peach Blossom Garden, and the free and selfless feeling from his language.
Let's drink to the past, put on a memorable cloth, put on a headdress full of thoughts, put on a pair of shoes and socks full of ancient things, look for traces of history and chase long-lost dreams.
Let's drink to the past and be a historical person.
Thousands of past events have turned into an affectionate disc, and I followed it to understand its difficult times of setbacks and leaps.
2. A toast to the past. To the past.
In the morning, the sun shone through the window and warmed me when I just opened my eyes. Rub your eyes and have a warm hug with the sunshine, and a new day begins again.
Remembering last night's dream, sweetness crept into my mouth. In my dream, I drank with my past.
Past events: "Hey, friend, how are you?"
Me: "Hello, OK, who are you?"
Past events: "I am the recorder of your growth, and I have recorded many interesting past events for you."
Me: "Yo, tell me."
Past events: "Remember when you were a bartender on your tenth birthday? That day, you sneaked into the small room with your father's favorite old wine, took out the coke hidden under the bed and carefully mixed it with the old wine. The corners of the mouth slightly upturned, secretly happy. Then volunteered to take the so-called "coke" and pour it enthusiastically to the guests. The guest picked up the "coke" and sent it to his mouth. He immediately sipped his mouth and smiled at you with a frown: "Little girl, you want to be a bartender. "
Me: "I remember that I was scolded by my mother."
Past events: "Do you remember the first time you took the stage to receive the prize in the third grade of primary school? You cried that day. "
Me: "I remember, that was the first time I found confidence." Since then, my life has been full of sunshine and happiness. "
Past events: "I still remember when you graduated from primary school, you cried with your good friends, and finally reached out your little finger and pulled the hook, promising to be good friends for life."
Me: "Yes, that's my best friend."
Past events: "son, when you grow up, I'm leaving." Let's drink this cup of wine and wish you happiness and progress every day. "
Me: "Thank you, cheers."
"The air in the morning is really good, oh, oh." Humming, I went into the bathroom and looked at the energetic girl in the mirror. I posed as a winner.
3. A toast to the past. Lyrics hail the past.
Singing: Wang Jie
After a lot of things,
Do you feel tired?
Such a mood
I have had a few times.
Maybe someone broke my heart.
Maybe no one can understand.
Now you, I think it must be
weary
Life is like wine.
Some are bitter, some are fierce.
Such a smell
You and I will realize it sooner or later.
Maybe the wound is still bleeding.
Maybe there are tears in my eyes.
Now you want me to accompany you.
take a drop
Cheers, friend.
Let everything take its course.
Let go of the past
Think of the past as a hangover
Tomorrow's wine glasses
Don't pretend to be sad yesterday.
Please raise your glass with me.
To the past.
After a lot of things.
Do you feel tired?
Such a mood
I have had a few times.
Maybe someone broke my heart.
Maybe no one can understand.
Now you, I think it must be
weary
Life is like wine.
Some are bitter, some are fierce.
Such a smell
You and I will realize it sooner or later.
Maybe the wound is still bleeding.
Maybe there are tears in my eyes.
Now you want me to accompany you.
take a drop
Cheers, friend.
Let everything take its course.
Let go of the past
Think of the past as a hangover
Tomorrow's wine glasses
Don't pretend to be sad yesterday.
Please raise your glass with me.
To the past.
Cheers, friend.
Let everything take its course.
Let go of the past
Think of the past as a hangover
Tomorrow's wine glasses
Don't pretend to be sad yesterday.
Please raise your glass with me.
To the past.
Cheers, friend.
Let everything take its course.
Let go of the past
Think of the past as a hangover
Tomorrow's wine glasses
Don't pretend to be sad yesterday.
Please raise your glass with me.
To the past.
Lift the cup
To the past.
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4. The lyrics of "Toast to the Past" have experienced many things.
Do you feel tired?
Such a mood
I have had a few times.
Maybe someone broke my heart.
Maybe no one can understand.
Now you, I think it must be
weary
Life is like wine.
Some are bitter, some are fierce.
Such a smell
You and I will realize it sooner or later.
Maybe the wound is still bleeding.
Maybe there are tears in my eyes.
Now you want me to accompany you.
take a drop
Cheers, my friend.
Let everything take its course.
Let go of the past
Think of the past as a hangover
Tomorrow's cup should not be filled with yesterday's sadness.
Please raise your glass with me.
To the past.
After a lot of things.
Do you feel tired?
Such a mood
I have had a few times.
Maybe someone broke my heart.
Maybe no one can understand.
Now you, I think it must be
weary
Life is like wine.
Some are bitter, some are fierce.
Such a smell
You and I will realize it sooner or later.
Maybe the wound is still bleeding.
Maybe there are tears in my eyes.
Now you want me to accompany you.
take a drop
Cheers, my friend.
Let everything take its course.
Let go of the past
Think of the past as a hangover
Tomorrow's cup should not be filled with yesterday's sadness.
Please raise your glass with me.
To the past.
Cheers, my friend.
Let everything take its course.
Let go of the past
Think of the past as a hangover
Tomorrow's cup should not be filled with yesterday's sadness.
Please raise your glass with me.
To the past.
Cheers, my friend.
Let everything take its course.
Let go of the past
Think of the past as a hangover
Tomorrow's cup should not be filled with yesterday's sadness.
Please raise your glass with me.
To the past.
Lift the cup
To the past.
To the past.
5. Appreciation of good words and sentences in the past 1. The room of the soul will be full of dust if it is not cleaned.
A dusty heart will become gloomy and confused. We go through a lot of things every day. Happy and unhappy people all settle down in their hearts.
If there are too many things in your heart, it will become chaotic, and then your heart will be chaotic. Some painful emotions and unpleasant memories, if filled in the heart, will make people depressed.
Therefore, sweeping the floor and removing dust can make a gloomy heart bright; Only by sorting things out can we bid farewell to our troubles; Throw away some unnecessary pain, and there will be more room for happiness. Appreciation: Only when people do what they can, and let go when they should, can they reap their own success in a relaxed and happy rhythm.
2. Bitterness and pleasure are judged by oneself, and they are not necessarily directly related to the objective environment. Just like a woman who doesn't love jewelry, even if she is in an environment that attaches great importance to vanity, she will not hurt her self-esteem. The poor scholar with thousands of books doesn't want to exchange diamonds or stocks with millionaires.
People who are satisfied with rural life do not envy any scholar's honorary title or senior official. Appreciation: Your hobby is your direction, your interest is your capital, and your temperament is your destiny.
Everyone has an ideal heaven and a world of flowers and flowers that they are willing to enjoy. 3. Smile and sing the song of life.
Don't complain that life has given too much hardship, and don't complain that life has too many twists and turns. The sea loses its grandeur without the rolling of huge waves, and the desert loses its grandeur without the wild dance of flying sand. If life is just plain sailing at two points and one line, it loses its charm of existence.
Appreciation: smile and play the strings leisurely, face setbacks, accept happiness, taste loneliness and overcome sadness. 4. Be happy.
Happiness needs to be enjoyed, but sometimes it is easy to beat a person. When happiness suddenly comes, people are often drowned by the vortex of happiness and fall from the peak of happiness.
To bear happiness is to cherish happiness instead of blindly precipitating it, just like facing an old jar of wine, you will often be drunk unconscious when you drink it at one breath, and only when you taste it slowly will you taste real mellow and sweet. Appreciation: Life is a kind of bearing and needs support.
Support the cause, support the family and even support the whole society. If you have support, you will definitely bear it. How much weight you support, how much pressure you bear. Don't rub against each other on the right and wrong between people.
Some words are not heavy, but a little carelessness will weigh on others' hearts; Of course, we should also train ourselves not to be easily hurt by other people's words. You can't decide the length of life, but you can expand its width; You can't change your natural appearance, but you can always smile; You can't expect to control others, but you can take care of yourself; You can't completely predict tomorrow, but you can make full use of today; You can't ask everything to be smooth sailing, but you can do everything wholeheartedly.
Appreciation: A person's happiness is not because he has more, but because he cares less. It is more of a burden and another kind of loss; Less is not enough, it is another kind of surplus; Giving up is not necessarily a loss, but a wider possession.
6. Life is like a dream. Life from scratch, from existence to nothingness, life and death constitute society and the world.
Judging from impermanence, life is like a dream. Therefore, only by living colorful and interesting, can one live in this world in vain.
Life is like a dream, Life Geometry. From the perspective of short life, life is really a dream. Therefore, how to improve the quality of life and how to live meaningfully has become a permanent topic. The green hills are still there, and the sunset glow is red several times. Compared with the eternal nature, life is just a dream.
Appreciation: in this sense, in the tolerance of nature, in the long river of history, "people leave traces, geese leave sounds." When people come into this world, they should leave a little footprint and a little spirit of companionship with mountains and rivers. 7. For the soul, people have struggled all their lives. If they can always earn happiness in the end, they will realize the greatest value of life.
Some people are very happy, but they look very upset; Some people should be worried, but they look happy. People who live a confused life are easy to be happy; People who live a sober life are easily troubled.
This is because sober people look too real, and when they look too real, their lives are full of troubles; However, a confused person, who seldom cares, has found a great realm of life even though his life is simple and rough. Appreciation: all the troubles in life are caused by yourself.
It's not that trouble can't be separated from you, but that you can't be separated from it. Everyone is very happy.
However, your happiness is often seen by others. 8. I can make my friendship shine in watercolor paintings.
Maybe one day, with the passage of time, I have accidentally fallen into the forgotten heart lake. The memory of the lake dilutes the beautiful color, but it dilutes the feeling of blood and courage. The legendary swordsman braved the wind and waves.
That painting has become filthy and has to be deeply regretted. Perhaps it was Nu Wa who created sweet colorful paintings for human beings, fearing that human beings would not cherish them, and added some traces of divine water, hoping to bring colorful pictures to human beings and forge human spirituality in roughness.
Appreciation: I really don't know whether people are temporarily stuck in the fresh-keeping period of life watercolor, or whether the years have diluted the dazzling aura of life watercolor. 9. Happiness is to be found by yourself. No matter where you are in space, you can enjoy happiness at any time. Even if you are experiencing a catastrophe, be happy, because you can see the dawn in the catastrophe and learn a lot from it that others may never learn. When you have something that others don't have, you are the only one.
Appreciation: stop and think about the road you have traveled and the life you have experienced, and you will feel that you have been living surrounded by happiness. 10. Life is picturesque, and life itself is a painting. However, when we are still wet behind the ears, we are all readers who read and appreciate this painting. After the storm, we became the protagonists in the book, and we were performing their own wonderful translations. Happiness is a feeling. Happiness is a wisp of flowers. When this flower blooms in the heart, it can give off a long and gentle breeze.
We! Everyone is responsible.
6. Cheers to the past [cheers to the past] The past is like smoke, swaying in the clouds and swaying in the breeze; The past is like wine, mellow and refreshing, refreshing and intoxicating. Let's drink to the past and write a composition.
A person sits in a dark corner, holding a goblet full of spirits with two fingers, staring at the neon lights on the street, looking for those sultry past events in the flashing lights. Scenes and things that appear and disappear in dreams, and the infinite sadness aroused by those people.
At this time, I began to jump in this quiet bar. The band hired by the bar appeared again yesterday. The drums of drums, the accompaniment of electronic organ and guitar, when the lead singer rings, the magnetic sound is absorbed into the ears, inexplicably strung together with those past events, and the brain runs at high speed.
Suddenly, a figure was established, beating the rhythm of the brain. That day, in this injured bar, in this corner, the difference was that it was sunny outside, the difference was that the bar was very lively, the difference was that I had never tasted loneliness when I was young, and the difference was that he was sitting opposite me, a boy with bright eyes, white teeth, simple clothes but not shabby, and black hair.
It was our first time in a bar, and we were inexperienced, so we suddenly wanted to taste the taste of drunkenness. Although I tasted the red wine with low alcohol content, I was really drunk. Perhaps it is not this sweet liquid that attracts me, but the deep flowing spring water and his eyes are so charming under the pink light.
I felt the happiness of being loved for the first time. It turns out that eating chicken legs together and running to school together, teasing Xinjiang people in front of barbecue stalls and talking about the food in snack bars together are not as warm as this time.
At that time, I thought I had found true happiness, but the arrow of time didn't stop because of it. In this way, my so-called trivial things, the happiness I thought was stolen by Tiangou, and I can't go back. I don't know when it began to rain in Mao Mao outside. Along the window glass, the rain slipped through the cold glass like tears. I don't know when, my tears have slipped down my cheeks, and my thoughts are still flying ~ ~ Maybe because of my selfishness, I thought I had found eternity in the world. I thought I didn't need friends anymore, and gradually, all my friends left.
Now it seems that a promise in the world is worthless at all. Immature love is just an impulsive subjective feeling, which can't stand the beating of years. However, friendship that seems to break at any time is a solid fortress. However, my fortress was broken by myself. I have been annoyed and regretted, but I know that even if I am annoyed again, it will not help after all. The patched clothes and holes are blocked, but the seams can never be eliminated. I should start my real life again, because I have just started on the road of life.
The rain outside the window has stopped. The sun peeped out from the clouds again, poking out half of its head. The water drops on the glass also evaporated into clouds under the scorching sun.
The band has finished playing. I got up slightly and lifted my goblet. Goodbye, my past, after drinking this cup, it is the last farewell. Goodbye ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ It's settled. I'm relieved. I took my cell phone out of my bag and dialed the number I dialed thousands of times. There was a clear male voice on the other end of the phone, and I quickly said that I had decided. Turn off your cell phone, check out, and rush into the sunshine to enjoy the gift of nature! The past is the condensation of years; It is the memory of time; This is a sad and sweet life bookmark. All the way forward, all the way back, time flies, the years are long, and some are just the past.
The heavy past is full of two crystal tears and bitter past. When the flowers and snow fall, you can use the past to light a stove and snuggle up to keep warm. The past is just the memory of time, just the rush of time. I just feel sad and happy My eyes are full of flying long hair, distant background and silent red leaves.
At this time, it seemed that it was raining in Mao Mao in the sky, and the birds that had just foraged on the earth flew back to the mountains. The past that caught my eye seemed to be a pile of worries, with no form or process, only content. Isn't the past my years? Touching and kind Jiang Nanyu walked by with an umbrella, leaving behind a string of past events. Umbrella can block rainy days, but it can't be separated from continuous time.
How time flies! What can prove that she once existed is the past! The red dragonfly came from a distance, carefully picking up the winter debris and waking up a pool of water lilies. Here she comes; When Yangchun peach blossoms were in full bloom and withered, she came; She came when she ushered in the elegant red leaves all over the mountain; The dead butterfly brought by the autumn wind quietly took away the golden color, and when the chubby snowman brought a white fairy tale; She came, but did not stay. She goes straight ahead and never looks back. The rest is just the past. The students wrote a composition "To the past". The past has no flowers, but it can bear the fruit of missing and nourish the years.
The past is tasteless, but it can float out a long fragrance and decorate the time. The dreamlike past is full of laughter, and the lovely river in front of the door still sings old songs. The dream-like past is fragrant, and the iris in front of the door is still in full bloom. I would like to be by your side, listening to your eternal songs, and let me look for the past in my memory, the little girl wearing iris. It constantly reminds me of the past. I remember in the cold winter, even the air. I'm still shivering under the covers. Although I have been lying under the covers for a long time, I still feel cold. I felt hot and uncomfortable until the dead of night. I woke up my mother. My mother quickly touched my hot forehead, wrapped me in a quilt and ran up and down in her thin pajamas. Bring me boiled water and a towel later. My mother took a towel and put it on my head. My mother's hands are shaking all the time, only shaking. I looked at my mother and tears could not help flowing out of my eyes. I gently said to my mother: I'm fine, I'm fine, you go to sleep. My mother kindly said to me: I'm fine, I'm not cold, go to sleep! Tomorrow will be fine.
7. A toast to the past. Two articles are for reference, please adopt them.
1, the dreamy past is full of laughter. The lovely river in front of the door is still singing old songs gently. The dreamlike past is fragrant, and the iris in front of the door is still in full bloom. I would like to be by your side, listening to your eternal singing, and let me look for the past in my memory, the little girl wearing iris. It reminds me of the old days.
I remember one cold winter, even the air smelled of cold ice. I'm still shivering in bed. Although I have been in bed for a long time, I am still very cold. Until the dead of night, I felt hot and uncomfortable, so I woke my mother up. My mother quickly touched my hot forehead, wrapped me in a quilt and ran up and down in a thin pajamas for me to wear. Bring me a towel later. My mother put a towel on my head and sat by the bed looking at me. My mother's hands are shaking all the time, only shivering. I looked at my mother and tears fell from my eyes. I said softly to my mother, "I'm fine, I'm fine." Go to sleep. " My mother kindly said to me, "Mom is fine, I'm not cold. Go to sleep. " Tomorrow will be fine. Mom will take care of you. Don't worry. "When I saw my mother like this, tears of disappointment rolled down my eyes. Tears blurred my eyes. The next day, I saw dark circles around my mother's eyes. She also said it was makeup. I look at my dear mother and know how great maternal love is. I love your mother!
On this quiet night, the moonlight is so beautiful, and only the sweet past is with me, which is gone forever like the wind.
2. The past is like tea. The longer it grows, the more colorful it is. In a blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed, and I have changed from an ignorant little girl to a big girl. Sometimes I think people are really wonderful animals, ranging from the size of a teapot to the size of a big man. When people grow up and look back, they realize how naive they were.
When I was a child, I always looked up at night and pointed to the stars in the sky with my chubby little hand, trying to count them. ...
"Mom, why are there so many stars in the sky?" I sat on my mother's lap and began to ask her, "Because everyone's good wishes can be heard by Grandpa God, he turned people's wishes into bright little stars and hung them in the sky to let people know that Grandpa God saw their wishes." You have to be good, and you can let Grandpa God see everything you do. Be careful that Grandpa God will not turn your wish into a star if he is unhappy! " My mother told me that I looked surprised and asked my mother, "Really?" God, grandpa, can you hang up my wish? No, there are so many people in the world that my grandfather won't notice me! ""No, you're fine. Grandpa likes good babies. If you are not good, grandpa won't notice you. " "hmm? Then I must be good! " "Hehe" ...
Time flies, I'm in Grade Three, and today is Mother's Day. The teacher asked us to send gifts to our mother and look at the gifts prepared by our classmates: we have our own greeting cards; There is a well-prepared story ... I thought to myself, I want to give my mother the best thing in the world!
When I got home from school, I finished my homework quickly. I was worried when I watched the old man walk slowly. I can't wait for the night to come. It was 8 o'clock and it was already dark. I dragged my mother into the yard. My mother is still in the dark. "Why don't you take a bath, go to bed early and go to school tomorrow?" Mother said reproachfully, "Mom, will you wait a moment?" Just one second. " My mother couldn't help laughing. "Well, hurry up! ~ ~ "Looking at my mother's impatient expression, I took a big step forward with a smile, closed my eyes and said loudly to the sky," My God, grandpa! Today is Mother's Day. Although I have often made my mother angry in recent years, you must have achieved my wish! I hope mom will be happy forever! ! ! "I opened my eyes and looked up at the sky. I saw a star winking at me. I went back to my mother and said to her happily, "Mom! Oh, my God, Grandpa heard me! Look, it's that star! ! ! ""Well ~ ~ ~ Good boy ~ ~ "My mother put her arms around me and smiled happily.
The past is gone, mom. Do you remember this? Don't believe it? With that star as proof ~!
8. Who has a composition (to the past)? This composition is a cup of tea, light and fragrant, refreshing; A past story, a clear memory swings into my heart; Recalling the past, I can't help but evoke my yearning. Let's drink to the past, whether it's tea or wine in a cup, what we keep is memories and treasures. Let's drink to the past. I don't remember whether it was the sorrow of Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties or the short-lived prosperity of Qin Ershi, but the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty had to add a touch of fragrance to Gus' past. Let's drink to the past, not for the sadness of not thinking too much, just to know that "I am not old." I don't regret that "the spring breeze has green Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me", but I only know that the love of "asking about the world and teaching people to commit themselves to life and death" is just an eternal symphony. Let's drink to the past and give ourselves a chance to remember history. Although the past is like smoke, there is always a home after the smoke floats with the wind. It has changed through thousands of years with its unfinished story and secular heart. Sprinkle unforgettable beauty with the wind. Let's drink to the past and find a chance to make up for it. I can't make friends with Li Bai, but I can be fascinated by his poems. I can see all his talents and have that eternal smile. There is no reason to be intimate friends with Li Qingzhao and talk to her about her troubles, but I can feel the yearning and pain of being "green, fat, red and thin" and "suffocating in my dream", waiting for Qian Qian's ten thousand worries to stop holding hands with her; I can't get to know Liu Zongyuan, but I can feel his aloof and unyielding character of "a flat boat with a bamboo coat and an old man fishing in the cold river-snow", the freedom and beauty of "Peach Blossom Garden" and the free and easy selflessness from his language. Let's drink to the past, put on a memorable cloth, put on a headdress full of thoughts, put on a pair of shoes and socks full of ancient things, and look for history. Be a historical person. Thousands of past events have become an affectionate disc. Follow it and understand the difficult times of its setbacks and leaps.