Guo Jingming's inspirational classic quotations stand by the river of memories and watch the swaying ferry swinging silently all the year round.

Going back and forth in the back and forth under the scorching sun.

I thought they were going to sleep quietly this summer, and then they were reawakened.

In recent days, I have always closed my eyes and saw the endless camphor tree. Passing through the city.

The fragrant mountain roads along the city have become endless memories. They stand on the side of the road and stand in every corner of the city.

They quietly painted the twilight painting in the early morning.

I miss you in the past, miss the seventeen years old I have left on my bicycle, and miss the wind that has been stirred up by your smile. I am saddened by the joys and sorrows and the ones that are not coming back yesterday. youth. Bright. Sad. Endless.

Many things that we thought we would never forget in our lifetime, we are forgotten in the days we never forget.

I know that I am not a good recorder, but I like to look back on my own way than anyone else. I not only look back, but I am still rushing forward with my hands.

You give me a tear, I saw all the ocean in your heart.

If God wants to destroy a person, it must first make it crazy. But I am crazy for so long, why God still does not destroy me.

The love that is engraved behind the chair will be like a flower on the concrete, and there is no wind, lonely forest.

In this sad and bright March, I passed through my thin youth, through the purple sable, through the kapok, through the sorrows and impermanence that looming.

When you laugh once, I can be happy for a few days; I can see you crying once, I am sad for several years.

Those things that I thought I never remembered were forgotten in the process we were obsessed with.

Lonely people will always remember everybody who has appeared in his life, so I always think of you still remembering my loneliness over and over again in every night of starry night.

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.

A sigh of God, for a moment, we are so old

Those songs that are as dreamy as a dream, like a cloud, like a flower, like a wind, like a plate, like a Qin opera, my black elegy

How to remember, things that have not been remembered for a long time. Those who are quietly lying on the floating grass, silent expression.