I. Examples 1

1. What is history? The vicissitudes of a land can be a history, the rise and fall of a nation can be a history, the joys and sorrows of a family can be a history, and the rise and fall of a person can be a history.

History can be very long, as long as the journey of life, as old as the age of human beings; History can be as big as the world and the universe. Everything in the past is history.

The beginning of life is like a slowly unfolding picture. The end of life is like a poem. The taste of life is from strong to weak.

3. The feeling of being liked by you is like standing in the middle of a dark stage and suddenly lighting up a beam of chasing light.

Those pale years that can't be let go will eventually become the end of the world.

Secondly, the second example.

1, as time goes by, it's like a dream, and they welcome the seniors who have been sent from one session to another. In the long river of my memory, whenever the party ends, under the light in the curtains, there are always people who prepare lessons and read books. Whenever the sun is not bright, there are always shouts of their morning exercises in the eardrum. When I was growing up, their behavior was deeply imprinted on my mind.

2. Time blows away the dust of history and picks up a lonely fallen leaf. Reincarnation repeats past lives, picking a lonely rosy cloud. Time is indifferent to the vicissitudes of life, holding a cup of quiet fragrant tea, crossing past lives, just for one sentence: I miss you so much. Do you ever remember that I traveled across the northeast and south just for one sentence: I love you so much.

With the passage of time, the wine of youth is not always clear, and sometimes it becomes turbid.

4. My eyes are with you where I can see you; My heart is with you where I can't see you.

Three. Example 3

1, childhood is always intertwined in the gaps of countless years and rings in the future, which is very memorable, just like the kite that flew far away in my heart a long time ago.

2, the situation changes, the years are ruthless, there will always be groups of people, submerged by time, forgotten by time. Gradually disappear into nothingness in your long history.

They have been immersed in the years for hundreds of years. Every piece of work embodies the painstaking efforts of the craftsman and pours into the feelings of the users. Everything belongs to different owners and has its own story. Everything is so different. Even every crack and gap has its own unique history. They symbolize the changes of the times. Who can say not?

Time constitutes a set of symbols. Who can say that antiques are just objects and lifeless? This is a book about the history of antiques. Since none of them can speak, I'll record it truthfully in words. Welcome to the dumb house. Please keep quiet ... shh. ...