文淇过去的美好，只能留给回忆。
Think of our past, moist eyes, why should we be together, once promised, now lies.
One day, you will calm down, read your story like an outsider, and smile and shake your head.
Inadvertent thoughts are so painful that memories dare not touch them at all.
Looking at the sky quietly, recalling the past dribs and drabs, I found that the original perfection has gradually grown old.
Time will leave the best person for you at the end. After all, like is a gust of wind, and love is a long stream.
Memory is like a yellowed photo album, silently telling stories that have grown old.
We always look at people far away and ignore the people around us. We always miss the past, but we don't cherish the present.
Some stories, except memories, no one will stay; Some helpless, in addition to silence, no one will say; Some things, except yourself, no one will understand.
Time is silent, but the memory has left deep or shallow traces. The story is very thin and short, but the memories are endless.
The past is still so clear, but it is out of reach. All the good things that belonged to us can't be returned.
Don't torture yourself with the memories of the past. I can love you so much that I can tear my heart out, or I can turn around and walk away.
Nostalgia is always easy to get hurt and happy.
【想起我们的曾经，湿润了眼睛，何必要在一起，曾经的承诺，如今的谎言。
终有一天，你会静心下来，像个局外人一样看自己的故事，笑着摇摇头。
不经意的思念是那么痛，痛到回忆根本不敢触碰。
静静地看着天空，回忆过去的点点滴滴，发现，原来完美已渐渐老去。
时间会把对你最好的人留在最后，毕竟喜欢是一阵风，而爱是细水长流。
记忆犹如一本泛黄的相册，无声地诉说着那些已经老去的故事。
我们总是看着远方的人，而忽视了身边的人。我们总是怀念过去，却没有好好珍惜当下。
有些故事，除了回忆，谁也不会留;有些无奈，除了沉默，谁也不会说;有些东西，除了自己，谁也不会懂。
光阴悄无声息，记忆却留下了或深或浅的痕迹，故事很薄很短，回忆却无止境。
往事依然那么清晰，却已经触不可及，属于我们美好的曾经，全部都已回不去。
不要拿过去的记忆，来折磨现在的自己。我可以爱你爱得撕心裂肺，也可以转身走得干干脆脆。
念旧的人总是容易受伤，喜欢拿余生来等一句别来无恙，只是你念你的旧，他又能记你多久。
说出口的伤痛都已平复，绝口不提的才触及心底。】
文淇好像是偶尔想起,其实从没忘记太多的往事总以为会慢慢淡忘然而总是在某个细节里偶然想起其实却从未忘记。
We are too close to memories and too far away from freedom. Sometimes I can't forget it, but I just fall in love with memories. A hesitation, a betrayal and an accident are enough to make it wither. Break away from everything and disappear.
The hourglass of time precipitates the past that cannot escape, and the hands of memory always pick up those beautiful sorrows. The wings of youth cut the painful memories; Yesterday's tears stirred up ripples in my heart.
Some memories are burned, some memories are buried in the bottom of my heart, and the age of innocence is like running water across the golden age.
I think of our snowflake-like letters, but there are endless words. Occasionally, a small poem and an essay bring our hearts closer. How long have we tasted the taste of not seeing Sanqiu for a day? I don't know how many times I read each letter before I let it go.
Memories push us forward a little bit on our own way. They record everything we have, just like making a movie for us and playing it repeatedly, but each time it is meaningful, and every time there is new content, it will be our driving force.
I recall the past, but I look forward to the future more. Let my future be full of birds, full of new green, doomed to harvest, full of warmth. Let them leave me more beautiful memories!
Don't be sentimental, some people leave. Many years later, when I start to recall those lost people or things again, I will definitely open my mouth and smile. Smile and remember everything, including you, including yourself who once lost yourself.
I have always been reluctant to recall the past, and I always stubbornly believe that memories are painful. Sad memories can make people suffer because they have experienced it; Good memories can make people suffer because they have been lost.
Now I have started a long climb, thinking of the past, my brothers and sisters and the unforgettable high school years on the way. I am never afraid of a person's journey, and I never feel lonely, but that deep friendship makes me miss it from time to time.
Memory is the beauty of life, which symbolizes the sweet stream in life that has gone in a hurry, always the quiet and mellow sleep, the secret in my heart; But at the same time, it is also the moment of angels and demons, the sea blue and dark eyes, and the visible face when the light disappears.
Two-tone marks, memories of laughing.
No matter how many years have passed, no matter how far I have traveled, I deeply miss that road, which once led me to meet you.
I once thought that the past events covered by years would be ruthlessly blown away by the fleeting wind. Looking back at the moment, I suddenly found that some people have changed a lot once they entered the heart. At the corner of time, once I think of it, it is like a dragonfly breaking the quiet lake and rippling.
The past is like the river reflected by the setting sun. I keep the shining treasure in my heart, and I keep your beautiful picture in the most beautiful place in my heart.
Recall, the quiet reappearance and the voice calling for you in your head, eternal youth and simplicity, and the warmth and kindness of the angel's magic. Forget it, that fateful figure, seeing the past when I was a child and now, moaning in pain, and the devil's curse being ruined by the wind and rain.
Memories are accumulated bit by bit, just like a script. Everyone is the protagonist in the story, but the difference is that the life experience of each protagonist is very different.
Memories are drifting away. Memories and the present are always separated by an impenetrable enough paper, and they can never be equated, because memories can only be memories and can only be stored in the past, and now is always the present.
Now, I just want to go back to the past, but I know that it is impossible, so I just want to live the same life as before, and I hope that my former friends, friendship and happiness are still there, so that I can have it again!
Looking back at the original innocence, it seems so precious now. The more you know, the smaller you feel and the lonelier you walk.
In this life, how many past events have turned into stories, how many memories have turned into memories, and what kind of gathering and parting you have to go through before you can understand the meaning of fate, which is to cherish. Who is the pain in your heart, who is the feeling you can't forget, and who is the dream you can't wake up from.
【我们离回忆太近,离自由太远。 有时候念念不忘,只是爱上回忆。 一次犹豫,一次背叛,一次意外,足以让它枯萎。 挣脱一切,烟消云散。
时间的沙漏沉淀着无法逃离的过往,记忆的双手总是拾起那些明媚的忧伤。 青春的羽翼,划破伤痛的记忆; 昨日的泪水,激起心中的涟漪。
有些记忆被焚烧掉,有些记忆被埋在心底,纯真年代如流水划过金色年代。
我想起我们曾经的雪片般的书信,竟有说不完的话。 偶尔一首小诗,一篇散文,都让我们的心灵靠近。 一日不见如隔三秋,那滋味,我们品尝了多久? 每封信我都不知道读过多少遍,才肯放手。
回忆是推动着我们在自己走的路上一点点前进,它记下我们所有的所有,就像帮我们拍了电影,不断重复播放,但每次都有意义,每次都有新内容,每次都会是我们前进的动力。
我回忆过去,但更向往未来。 让我的未来充满鸟语,布满新绿,注定收获,洋溢温馨。 让它们给我留下更多的美好回忆!
不要念念感伤,一些人的离开。 多年以后,当我又开始回忆那些失去的人或事时,我一定会豁达的抿着嘴微笑。 微笑着回忆一切,包括你,包括曾经迷失过自我的自己。
我向来是不大喜欢回忆过去的,我始终固执地认为回忆都是痛苦的。 悲伤的回忆会让人因为曾经经历过而痛苦; 美好的回忆会让人因为已经失去了而痛苦。
如今的我又开始了一次长长的爬涉,在路途上想起了过去,我的兄弟姐妹同学和那难忘的高中岁月。 从不害怕一个人的旅程,也从不感到孤独,只是那份浓浓的情谊让我时而怀念。
回忆是生命的美丽,他象征着匆匆而去的人生中甜蜜的溪流,总是醇醇熟睡的安静,心中的秘密; 但同时也是天使魔鬼的瞬间,海蓝色与黑暗的眼睛,光消失的余残之际,可看清的面目。
深浅不一的印记,付之一笑的回忆。
不论经历多少岁月,不论走过多远路途,我都深深怀念那条路,它曾经引导我与你相遇。
曾经以为,被岁月掩盖的往事,会被流年的风无情的吹散。 回首的瞬间,蓦然发现,有的人一经入心便已沧海桑田。 在时光的转角处,一次想起,犹如蜻蜓点破了沉静的湖面,泛起阵阵涟漪。
往事像落日映照的河面,我拣闪光的珍藏在心中,我拣有你的美好画面珍藏在心中最美丽的地方。
回忆吧,那份恬静的重现与脑中呼吁你的声音,永远的青春淳朴,天使的魔法温暖中慈祥。 忘记吧,那个命运不堪人的身影,看见小时候与现在的过去,痛苦的呻吟,魔鬼的诅咒被风雨摧残的人生。
回忆是一点一点积累起来的,就如一个剧本,每个人都是故事里的主角,不同的是每个主角的生活遭遇却千差万别。
回忆,渐行渐远,回忆与现在永远隔着一层捅不破的窗户纸,永远也不可能划上等号,因为回忆永远只能是回忆,只能储存过去,而现在永远是现在。
现在,只是好想回到曾经,但是我知道那不可能,所以只想在过和曾经一样的现在,回到曾经过曾经的生活,希望曾经的朋友友情快乐幸福都还在,让我再一次品味的拥有!
回头望当初那份单纯无知,如今却是显得如此珍贵。 知道越多越觉得渺小,越走的孤单。
这一生中,有多少往事变成了故事,有多少记忆变成了回忆,要经历怎样的聚散,才能够读懂缘分的意义,是珍惜。 谁是你心上的疼,谁是你忘不了的情,谁是你醒不了的梦。】
文淇这一生中…许多的往事都变成了故事，许多的记忆都变成了回忆…
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