5.4 Youth Day Classic Quotations

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

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

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

If God wants to destroy a person, he must first make him crazy. But I am crazy for so long, why is God not destroying me?

Will the love behind the chair be like a flower on the concrete, and a lonely forest without wind?

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.

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

Lonely people always remember everybody who has appeared in his life, so I always think of you all the time, counting my loneliness over and over every night of starry night.

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

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

Some things haven't 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 day of the month, where on which wall I carved a face, a smile, sadness staring at my face. We smiled and said: We, stay in the same place of time; in fact, it has 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 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.

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

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 our unchangeable fate, and everything is like unaligned drawings. Everything in the past was not able to return to the past, so it slowly extended and staggered bit by bit. Maybe something staggered, we really should have forgotten it.

What is happiness? It is to cover up their grief for everyone smile.

Memory is like water falling in the palm of your hand. Whether you spread it or hold it tightly, it will still drop from the fingertips and flow clean.

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

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

A beast was injured, and he could run to a cave to hide himself, and then he wounded himself and insisted. But once it is warm, it can't 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 what I fly with the wind, I hope you can see it. Even if I occasionally get lost, I know you are waiting for me.

I don't like to talk but say the most every day. I don't like to laugh but always laugh. Everyone around me says that my life is so happy, so I think I am really happy. But why am I suddenly silent in a large group of friends, why do you see a similar back in the crowd, I am saddened to see the autumn trees frantically falling leaves, I forgot to talk, see the warm yellow light on the road. Forgot my original direction...

Many things that we thought we would never forget in our lifetime are forgotten by us 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 keep looking back and squatting, but time flies me and rushes forward.