Guo Jingming's classic quotations - the passing of life

Whenever I look at the sky, I don't like to talk again. When I talk, I don't dare to look at it again.

I count your smile every day, but when you laugh, you are lonely. They said that your smile is beautiful and falling.

There is so much warmth in my life, I gave it to you, but you left me, you told me how to laugh at others again.

There used to be a smile in my life, but in the end it was dissipated like a fog, and that smile became a rushing river buried deep in my heart. I couldn’t cross it. The sound of the river became my daily night. Desperate singing.

The hustle and bustle of the world, the joy and happiness of the world, like the clear stream, in the wind, in front of my eyes, passing by, the warmth is like a spring, I have no hope, I only want you to be happy, don't be sad... ...

The wind blows like a flower-like broken year, and your smile shakes and shakes, becoming the most beautiful embellishment on my way, watching the sky, watching the snow, watching the deep shadow of the season.

A person always has to take a strange road, look at strange scenery, listen to strange songs, and then in a casual moment, you will find that things that you have tried to forget are really forgotten.

Hiding at a certain time, missing the palm prints of a certain time; hiding in a certain place, missing a person who stood on the way and stood on the way, let me care.

Holding my hand, walking with your eyes closed, you won't get lost.

If one day we are not together, we must be together.

Some things are not finished yet, forget it. Everyone is a king, squatting in his own world, you should not listen to me, but you should not let me listen to you.

I forgot which year of the month, which wall I carved a face, a smile, sadness, staring at my face, we smiled and said that we stayed in the original place of time and had already been swept away silently.

Some people will always be engraved in memory, even if they forget his voice, forget his smile, forget his face, but the feeling when he thinks about him will never change.

Those who used to say never to be separated have already been scattered in the world.

The children who used to be on the top of the text were never happy. Their happiness was like a playful child. They wandered into the sky and wandered to the sky but still refused to come back.

You will never see the way I am most lonely, because only when you are not with me, I am the most lonely.

The space formed by the songs is free to leave, so the faces of the still protected people have not changed to a huge and unrequited hate.

One day I will walk away silently from you without any sound. I missed a lot, I am always sad.

I look at you smile, silence, smug, and loss, just like now, so I am happy to follow you, but I have been standing now and you are always there.

If we are all children, we can stay in the same place of time, sit together and listen to those stories that never go old and slowly decapitate.

I forgot which year of the month, which wall I carved a face, a smile, sadness, staring at my face, the love behind the chair will be like the flowers on the concrete floor. Windless forest

Not every effort will be rewarded, but every harvest must be worked hard. This is an unfair and irreversible proposition.

When you really love one thing, you will find how fragile and powerless the language is. There is always gap between the words and feelings.

Forgetting is a fate that we can't change. Everything is like an unaligned drawing. Everything from the past is not going back to the past. It’s so slowly stretching a little bit of the stagger. Maybe we should have forgotten something that we staggered.

What is happiness? It is to hide your sorrow and smile at everyone.

There is no soft love life in a hard city. It’s not Lin Daiyu. It’s not because of sorrow, but the eternal kind of people can never see the mirror, but I’m pointing at the millennium like me.

Memory is like the water that falls on the palm of your hand, whether you spread it or hold it tightly, it will still flow from the fingertips.

Who is the passer in life, who is the runner of life, the dust of past lives, the wind of this world, the soul of endless sadness.

I went back and looked at my own path of growth. I watched day by day. I stood on the side of the road, my hands in my pockets of the windbreaker, and I saw countless people walking past me with no expression. Sometimes someone stopped. I smile, can be peach. I know that those who stayed will eventually become the warmth of my life. When I see them, I will remember that I will never give up.

This city has no legend of flying grass, it lives forever in reality, fast drumming, rushing figure, numb eyes, false smile, and I am being assimilated

One day, it will be unrecognizable. Time didn’t teach me anything, but taught me not to believe in myths easily.

The wind and the air blew through. One year has passed. In the coming year, it will be like this. I don't know whether there is frustration behind the stability, or whether there is stability in frustration. Just us, can't find it.

Going away, making things simple, people getting kind, like a child, we start over.

A beast was injured. He could go to a cave to hide himself, and then he would lick the wound and insist on it, but once he was warmed up, it could not stand it.

The wound is like me. It is a stubborn child. I don't want to heal because the heart is a warm and humid place, suitable for anything to grow.

Because I know that you are a child who is easy to worry about, so I will hand you the line but don't dare to fly too far. No matter if I fly with the wind to the clouds, I hope you can see it. Even if I occasionally play tricks, I know that you are waiting for me.