The past flows with the passage of time, and the nostalgia and imagination flow away. Often recalling the past years is also a beautiful heart song of life, and the nostalgia for the past and the longing for the future, It also constitutes our colorful life. Hello, my dear friend, welcome here~~~~. In the past, only what is past belongs to you. I think I feel nostalgic more easily than anyone else, but no one can see it. The memory of the past is too unforgettable and quietly moves away from me. It is a kind of extreme betrayal, a kind of weak betrayal. Sometimes I will stare at it. I keep writing on the photo albums of my childhood, including the people in the photos, the objects in the photos, and the poems in the photos. I always wonder how nostalgia comes about? No matter whether the emotion of nostalgia is satisfaction, regret, joy or loss, it is all nostalgic thoughts and disconnected connections to things in the world, right? When we are busy running around and working hard for worldly life all day long, what else do we have in our hearts? No matter who you are, you will definitely have an innocent and eternal childhood memory. Have you ever thought that the bits and pieces you have now are the Schisandra chinensis of the future, and all the sweetness, sweetness, bitterness, and spicyness have been retained, but you just don’t know how to cherish them and squander them at will. When you inadvertently see a similar situation one day, a familiar old song is like a label turned to the designated music, arousing all your desires again. Time flies by, and sometimes we forget how many beautiful pasts we have had, but maybe at that specific moment, you are sorting out old things, or just opening an old book, and then a photo of the past will fly into you. eyes, bursting into your heart, opening up your infinite thoughts, that memory of what it used to be. Some people say that old things are sad. In fact, I think it is not the things that are sad but your heart. Sadness will always pass. Only when we think of the hurt we have suffered and are no longer sad, can we truly have passed through it. ! It is said that songs age well and are suitable for everything. The lost things are always so beautiful in retrospect. Even if there are painful memories in the process, maybe the lost things are still missed, and people often do not cherish the present. owned. Everyone has a feeling of nostalgia, more or less, when they no longer exist, occasionally remembering them is also a beautiful scenery in the heart. The music floated in my ears, I listened to it one after another, and finally I was completely immersed in it. While singing, I will peel off the fragments of the past in my memory little by little, and the time that has passed suddenly seems to come back~~. Time cannot retain longings, but warm memories, which freeze a blurry figure that gradually turns yellow, or a vigorous and short-lived love. At this time, the withered buds will stretch leisurely, becoming green as new, and then fine. With fine taste, there will always be a slight earthiness in the fragrance that cannot be shaken off. In the course of life, there are more things worth remembering and people worth missing, but at the same time, there will also be sentimentality. For many reasons, this matter and this person have become a thing of the past, so we can only occasionally think about it deep in my heart. Memories, occasionally read. When you are alone, thoughts of memories will occupy your mind. Looking back on the past, thinking about the past, or missing someone, when you are free, you can open photos, read past diaries, check past letters, books, every item, every book, Every line of words contains a memory, a story, or a person. I always feel that I am particularly prone to sadness. In fact, it is all because of memories. If I don’t recall the past or think about something or someone, sadness may not be triggered often, but this memory is also a part of human emotions. An indispensable part of life. Memories are like a pen without color, but with clear fonts. The time written is getting grayer and grayer, and it is stored in a diary with no ending. Memories are like a song. You forget the lyrics, but you can hum the melody. The beauty of life lies in the accumulation of many memories inadvertently, such as fragrant flowers and silent touches. Only when you look back suddenly will you find that there are always some memories that move you and me!