The classic quotes of those young years that can't be returned

You can't make a thousand miles without short steps, and you can't make an ocean without small steps. All of us want to make a thousand miles or a thousand rivers and seas, but when the short steps and small streams are spread out over 365 days a year and become boring repetitions day by day, and the thousand miles or the rivers and seas cannot be seen at all, there is no hope, no light, and all the ambitions become very ridiculous.

Only with a perseverance, day after day to insist, is not insisting on the certainty of success?

Not necessarily, but do not insist, but certainly will not succeed.

2. People often say that youth has no regrets, in fact, how can youth have no regrets?

The heart of the young has a naked tenderness and cruelty, we are easy to be hurt, but also easy to hurt others. As time passes, we will forget a lot of people, but those who have hurt us and those we have hurt will always be clearly engraved in our youth with remorse.

If you are young when you read the story, please remember to treat that person you met gently, not for the sake of his gratitude to you, but only for the sake of years later, when you look back, the regret in your youth can be a little less.

3. Everything too specific represents longing, dissipate all this, miss no attachment point, perhaps will fade, disappear.

4. Because of the young, always feel the front of the time is very long, long everything is possible to start again, but do not know the time of the river, can only flow forward, never start again.

Growing up always seems to be accompanied by pain, is it because only have been wounded, to scar? When layer after layer of scars wrap around our hearts, we become less easily hurt and less easily moved, and we grow up.

Looking at the bustling traffic on the street, I thought the last time I stood here was ten years ago, suddenly there is a wireless heartache, because of those who have passed away, or because of those who have passed away?

Perhaps, this is the nature of mankind, no matter how much pain, we can heal, no matter how painful loss, we can get used to.

You can call it - being strong, or you can call it - forgetting.

Human beings are called intelligent beings because we have the wisdom to restrain incorrect behavior with reason.

First love, is, a flower called love sinus blossomed in the moment, not a step early, not a step late, he was exactly there.

Love sinus, is, the world's most white and pure flowers, a lifetime only once, open when fragrant, thank you when bitter, never results.

Time is fleeting, short, so those love and warmth, always extraordinarily hasty, not to cherish, the eyes have passed.

Time is eternal, long, so those love and warmth, always carved in the heart, a lifetime, can not be forgotten.

Sadness is sad, decadence is decadence, sadness because of the past, decadence destruction is the future, never take decadence as sadness, with the future for the past burial.

Within the time you, I may have long been face vicissitudes of each in the end of the world, the corner of the sea outside the time you, I am still crystal eyes and sitting side by side on the classroom steps full of peach blossom petals destiny was reversed I and Chen Jin was two absolutely will not be intersected by the parallel lines, but because he chose me as a table, our destiny has a cross.

Those who used to accompany us to cry and be happy are indeed far away, and may never see each other again in this life. But the love and care they left behind will never die.

At that time, although I was in the middle of it, I didn't care about it, but now I realize that they have left their mark on my life.

Growing up always seems to be accompanied by pain, is it because as long as there are injuries, you can only get scars? When layer after layer of scars wrap around our hearts, we become less easily hurt and less easily moved, and we grow up.

Please believe that the time that has slipped away has aged our faces but enriched our lives.

Please believe that the vicissitudes of our faces after the world, not only let us learn to cold self-protection, but also let us learn to mercifully sympathize with others.

Please believe that the preciousness of youth is not because of those young times, but the heart full of courage and enthusiasm, not afraid of being hurt, not afraid to pay, not afraid to love, not afraid to dream.

Please believe that the loss of youth is not terrible, the terrible thing is to lose the courage to love life.

The world is so big, but I met you, the world is so small, but I lost you.

The world is so big, but I can never forget you, the world is so small, but I can never meet you again.

Just at this crossroads, the young you and I waved goodbye. We thought we were waving goodbye to a love affair, but we didn't know that we were waving goodbye to our youth. We thought we were forgetting only a period of laughter and sorrow, but we didn't know that we were forgetting our dreams and passions.

This is our story, but we did not anticipate the beginning of the story, but also to anticipate the end of the story, we will blame him for fate, in fact, all the sadness and happiness, are written by us one by one.

Only in the moment of looking back, we can see clearly all the trapped reasons, but also only when it is too late to figure out then miss.

Because of the young, always feel the front of the time is very long, long everything can be able to start again, but do not know the time of the river can only flow forward, never come back.

So many years, I have been learning one thing, is not to look back. Regret only the things you have not done, not the things you have done. Every walk in life, there is a price to pay, I got some of what I want, lose some of what I don't want to lose. But the world's multitude of people, who is not so?

Youth is so short, but I was in the flower season, met the loved ones; life is so limited, but I was in the most beautiful years, loved by the people y loved.

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Once a guestbook, the handwriting was confusing

Once an old photo album, the smile was so bright that I could not help but notice it.

The old photo album, the smile is still clear

2.

Opening the book, the past time trekked back to the heart

The yesterday that I thought I had long forgotten, is clear in front of my eyes

4.

Where is the youth?

Every teenager's eyes, black and white, are like a curtain.

Brave, impulsive, cowardly, curious, eager, confused, sad, disappointed, thinking?

All the brilliant colors belonging to youth are staged in that black-and-white curtain.

While it is being performed in a colorful way, we are ignorant and in time it is close to our eyes.

It is precisely because it is so close, so close in our eyes, that we cannot see it.

The only way we can see it clearly is when it gradually moves away. See clearly that all may be wonderful, perhaps not wonderful story behind the cause and effect of gain and loss, but everything has been fixed after the film, whether we are smiling, or tears, can only stand in this end of the time, and still look at the end of the time on the screen of the gatherings and dispersal, gain and loss.

This is the youth, only after it left, we can see clearly.

5.

Because of the realization of the importance of the teacher in the child's life, the traditional Chinese culture has always emphasized respect for teachers, respect for teachers in China has long risen to the moral standard, but forgot that, because of the importance of the teacher in the child's life, the teacher in fact, the teacher should be more respect for the child.

With respect for individual life, there can be a correct guidance for individual life.

6.

Who is it that hates the teacher, so he doesn't learn from him and gets poor grades?

The child's rebellion may be ridiculous and childish in the eyes of adults, but that's the only way we know how, sadly righteous.

8.

Within the time, you, I may have long been face to face. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'll be able to.

Outside of time, you and I are still crystal clear, sitting side by side on the teacher's steps covered with peach petals.

10.

I can lock the diary, but not my heart.

I can lock my heart, but I can't lock love and sorrow.

I can lock up love and sorrow, but I can't lock up following your gaze.

After many years, I can, on a cloud, smile and shake hands with you, and then gently say goodbye.

And that, the word that has not been exported, you will never know, it is locked with the bottom of the river of time.

11.

There were many proverbs when I was a child, and when I grew up, I realized that they were just some beautiful lies, such as, "one point of cultivation, one point of harvest".

This proverb only takes into account the variable of the farmers' hard work, but forgets to take into account the related variables such as good or bad weather, price rise or fall, etc. In fact, the harvest is a multivariate function, not a univariate function.

I prefer a rigorous mathematical definition: plowing is a necessary but not sufficient condition for harvesting, i.e., to derive harvesting, there must be plowing, but plowing does not necessarily derive harvesting.

12.

Women's friendships have been complicated since they were little girls.

Men's friendship is probably like playing soccer, the bottom line and rules, are clear in mind, cooperation and competition is clear, fighting and shouting, melting with each other's sweat; women's friendship is probably like cooking dishes, there is no stereotypes, there are no rules, sweet, sour and bitter, all can be into the dish, taste can be complex enough to cook in addition to the cook, no one knows what she actually put in it.

13.

The young heart, tender and soft. So, hurt and warmth, will be y remembered. In the end, what is remembered, and time mingling, become our character.

14.

We raised our chins and looked at the world with provocative eyes, seemingly stubborn and strong, but the heart hides fear and confusion.

Adults, we understand your desire to mold us into something good, but please understand; it's not the cold, sharp knife that makes a beautiful statue, it's a pair of eyes that know how to appreciate the beauty of a heart full of love, a pair of warm hands that make a beautiful statue.

Growing up is like participating in a running race. When you see others running faster than yourself, you will not necessarily be anxious and sad, but only when you are overtaken by people on the same starting line, you will be anxious and sad. Maybe you won't remember those who are far behind, but you will always remember the one who ran in front of you.

When growth is finally tempered by the fires of time into adulthood.

At the crossroads, maybe you waved, or maybe you didn't even wave, and each of you set off in a different direction. You breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the race was finally over, but you didn't realize that you were standing at the other starting line, and that a new race had begun.

You ask, "How can it not end? When will there be a break?

Never! This is life!

16.

The most stubborn wounds in the world are the wounds that do not bleed, there is no medicine, and there is no way to heal, even if it is calmed, but also like the shadow of the moon on the water, seems to be intact and calm, but whenever the wind blew, it will wrinkle up the fine cracks, dark pain.

17.

Some people envy the beauty of the stars, reach out and pick the stars, and work hard for many hours, but not available.

The man scoffs: he does not know what he is doing.

He replied: reach for the stars, although not get the stars, but the heart of the beautiful scenery, the hand is not stained.

18.

The heart of a young girl is like a flower, it will bloom and wither for her favorite person.

Some people's bloom and wither as the sunshine of the red rose, no matter open and fall are sensational, become the legend of the memories of the bystanders; some people's bloom and wither as the valley of the wild lilies, no matter open and fall are noiseless, become a secret buried by time.

19.

Legend has it that the carp has to jump over the dragon's door, shed all its scales and chop off its fins before it can become a dragon;

Legend has it that the bird has to burn itself, and after the pain of the fire, it can only become a phoenix.

This is the first time that I have ever seen a bird in the sky, and it is the only thing that I have ever seen.

Is it necessary for youth to go through the pain of ignorance in order to gain the wisdom of maturity?

20.

When I was young, I didn't know how to be kind because I hadn't been hurt; I didn't know how to give in because I didn't have any fear, so I didn't know how to give in, so I was reckless and didn't care about hurting others.

When one day, we experienced being hurt, know the pain and fear, only then will understand the mercy and concessions.

But at this point, the youthful exuberance and recklessness is gradually leaving us.

We have grown up with a mottled heart in our chest.

21.

Young, like to talk about ideals, like to make plans, think as long as they are smart enough, hard enough, can be realized, but do not know that we are just this space for the warp, time for the latitude of the destiny of the chessboard on a small chess piece, the board of a slight trembling, we will be deviated from the track of the plan.

22.

Anciently, when a young girl was fourteen years old, her father would hold a maturity ceremony for her, which meant that she had grown up; in the West, at the daughter's wedding, the father would hold the daughter's hand and walk her through the last journey of her girlhood.

The father, the first important man in a woman's life.

23.

Envy is a very delicate thing, one step forward, can become admiration, as a role model; one step backward can become cynicism, as an enemy, but no one is completely angel, no one is completely the devil, so envy into jealousy, into the heart of the devil, people in the front and back in the struggle.

24.

When I was young, I lacked respect for time and life, and I acted recklessly, without considering the consequences and without knowing how to fear them, so the mistakes I made when I was young were often mistakes that could be avoided with a little bit of reason and restraint. But by the time we understand this, the mistake has often already been made; and when we haven't made the mistake, we can't listen to anyone's bitter reasoning.

25.

Beautiful women are liked, strong women are honored, and when a woman is both beautiful and strong, she will be invincible.

26.

Adults make their own mistakes, no matter how big they are.

But teenagers, their mistakes, often half originated from their parents, half from the ignorance of life.

Life is full of divergent paths, and a single thought may lead to a bumpy road. Of course, the divergent path is also the road, there are people out of a different vast sky, but if time can be reversed, their face of vicissitudes, tired smile would rather choose not to have that step of loss.

27.

The hard work is nothing, the long wait is nothing. The only thing that matters is that when the storm settles in, everything will come together as it should.

But life is a tragedy, and it's not about getting what you want, it's about getting what you want.

There are always times when you have to go through the motions before you realize that you are already deep in your memory.

After many years, a certain night under the lamp, suddenly remembered, will quietly smile.

Those people, have been in the river of time in the boat far away, disappeared. The heart, however, flows across the river of time warmth, never fade away.

29.

Einstein said that success is equal to 1% of talent plus 99% of sweat, but I think success is equal to 10% of talent plus 30% of luck plus 60% of sweat.

On the road we traveled, there are many people who are both talented and willing to pay, but fate does not favor them, respectable is often such a person never complained about the pain, nor complain about fate, they are silent, hard work, continue.

Small as an opportunity, big as health, and even life, fate will often take away without mercy.

We can't stop what fate takes from us, but we can choose to value what we have already received from life.

Those Young Times That Can't Go Back The End

1.

When I was a child, I stood on tiptoe and looked at myself when I grew up

When I grew up, I looked back at the pure young times alone

2.

No sorrowful face, it was my teenager, and no hammy eyes, it was changed by years

Those young times that can't go back. To miss with the truest heart

3.

Young us always lack of patience, do not understand that the most unwilling to give up the page of life, always hide the deepest.

Not until years later, when we look back, we will understand what we missed.

At that moment, the only thing that was left were the tears, which were sacrificed to the youth that had long been gone and would never return.

4.

How to love your imperfect self with ease and confidence is a more profound study than how to love others.

5.

Not all memories are beautiful, not all people are worth remembering, the river of years is too long, most of the people and things will be washed away mercilessly, but everything related to youth will always sink to the bottom of the river and become indelible beautiful memories.

What we can't forget may not be those things and people, but our lost dreams and passions.

6.

No step by step is too short to make a thousand miles; no stream is too small to make an ocean.

All of us want to "reach a thousand miles and become a river and an ocean", but when the short steps and small streams are spread out over 365 days of the year and become boring repetitions day by day, and the thousands of miles and the river and the ocean can not be seen at all, then there is no hope, there is no light, and all of the ambitions become very ridiculous.

Only with a perseverance, day after day to insist, is not insisting on the certainty of success?

Not really, but if you don't insist, you certainly won't succeed. After many years

I can

Clouds and wind

Smile and shake hands with you and then gently say goodbye

And the word that has not yet been exported

You will never know

It has been locked in the bottom of the river of the time that passes by

It has not yet fallen in love, and it has been lost

Tonight

Window The rain is pouring down

Under the lamp, I gently turn over my classmates

The face I thought I would never forget

is already blurred

The note I thought I had already thrown away

was actually stuck in the pages of the book

Tonight

The rain is pouring down

The same thing that happened when we waved our hands goodbye

The sky is full of raindrops. Singing a song

We didn't understand back then

Rush is too rush

The cause of every person's character can be traced back to the family in which he was born and grew up. In this world, there are only bad families, not bad children.

8.

When our eyes are no longer as black and white as a baby's, the world in front of us begins to be no longer black and white.

Sincere indifference, hypocritical kindness, the blurring of praise and blame, black and white mixed, the relationship between classmates began to be complex, no longer a simple you and I good, you do not and I good.

One of our feet is still in the Lin Daiyu style of good and bad with the heart, but one foot has stepped into the Xue Baochai style of smooth worldly knowledge.

We have realized that people get along with each other is also a study, but we have not yet understood that this is actually a far more difficult and far-reaching study than the university.

9.

Why is it that love when we are young is simple but stupid and frustrating, sincere but sharp? Why is it that when we do not know how to love, we love most unreservedly, and when we know how to love, we are no longer willing to give easily?

10.

Youth is so short, but I am in the flower season is in full bloom, met the loved one; life is so limited, but I am in the most beautiful years, was loved by the loved one y loved.

We were in love at the top of the mountain and at the corner of the sea; even if the end is at the top of the mountain and at the corner of the sea, I have no regrets. The only thing I regret is that I didn't love him more.

11.

How I wish I could have been less self-conscious; how I wish I could have been less proud, although even then we might not have been able to be together, but at least we would have been happier then, and now you'd be more willing to remember the past.

12.

Because you are a big boy, you are proud and careless.

Because I am a little girl, I am inferior and sensitive.

We tried to love, thinking that if we pushed hard enough and hard enough, it would change everything, not realizing that our end was already predetermined.

Many years later, years have gone by, youth is old, you are no longer proud and careless, I am no longer inferior and sensitive, but we will never love so hard, so hard again.

I can only sing that old song, in the light of tears, remembering that you had loved me very seriously, very clumsily, and smile alone.

13.

Love is not controlled by wisdom, but by fate. We are never smarter than fate, and whenever we think we control the true meaning of love, fate is sneering.

14.

The years have forged my heart into a strong iron, so that I can be comfortable in the world of wind and frost.

Just because, you are all my youthful years, is all I can not forget the laughter and sorrow, hard shell, there is always a deep corner, for you to beat gently.

15.

Thanks to you, have met with my heart; thanks to you, have promised me that beautiful vow.

Time passes, years old, heartfelt encounter will be separated, beautiful vow will change, the world has too many defects and regrets, but I remember, I always remember, you have y loved me.

16.

This is our story, but we neither expected the beginning of the story, nor did we expect the end of the story, we blame it on fate, in fact, all the sadness and joy, are written by us with a stroke of a pen.

Only in the moment of looking back, we can see the cause of everything, and only when it's too late to figure out what we missed at the time.

17.

If time could be turned back, I would not be proud to pretend I don't care, I would tell you loudly that I love you, I would hold you tight when you are sad, and I would not care only about my own feelings and disregard your thoughts.

But - but - but -

Justine Leung sang "If One Day", but she later sang "There is no if".

18.

What is fate? There are two English quotes that say it all:

Men heap together the mistakes of their lives, and create a monster they calldestiny.

--People heap together the mistakes of their lives, and create a monster they calldestiny. together the mistakes of their lives, and create a monster they calldestiny.

Men heap together the mistakes of their lives, and create a monster they calldestiny.

It is a mistake to try to look too far ahead. The chain of destiny can only begrasped one link at a time.

--Worrying too much about the future It is a mistake to try to look too far ahead. The chain of destiny can only begrasped one link at a time.

--Worrying too much about the future is a mistake.

19.

The world is so big, but I met you; the world is so small, but I lost you.

The world is so big, but I can never forget you; the world is so small, but I can never meet you.

20.

Just at this crossroads, young you and I waved goodbye. We thought we were waving away just a love, but we do not know that waving away is our youth; we thought we were forgetting just a period of laughter and sadness, but we do not know that forgetting is our dream and passion.

21.

The new inflow, the old flow away, how to grasp can not be grasped.

Like water flowing years, the original is this meaning.

22.

Please believe that those who sneak away from the time, the old face, but rich in our life.

Please believe that the vicissitudes of our faces after the world's events have not only taught us cold self-protection, but also taught us to mercifully sympathize with others.

Please believe that there is something in this world that will last longer than time, and that is our hearts to love others and ourselves.

Please believe that the preciousness of youth is not because of those young days, but the heart filled with bravery and passion, not afraid of getting hurt, not afraid to give, not afraid to love, not afraid to dream.

Please believe that the loss of youth is not terrible, the terrible thing is to lose the courage to love life.

23.

In this disturbing red dust, busy life, we have been polished more and more hard, but in the depths of the heart there must be a softest corner of the collection of the tenderness we once.

Always in the vicissitudes of the intervening years, the eyes suddenly swept through a ray of gloom, remembering the tenderness of those youthful eyes, the eyes of the crystal young man, the dust and dirt of the years as if it will never stain the splendor of his brow; will always be in the déjà vu landscape, the heart of the sudden rise a period of anonymity of the despondent, despairing those who have become a reminiscence of the feelings of the young man who has no idea where he is going.

But is it really the teenager who makes us feel sorry for ourselves?

Perhaps it is not the person that we are upset about, but our own lost youth, and it is not the person that we can't forget, but our own once bright and colorful.

24

Those beautiful or unattractive moment after moment, there are wantonly flying laughter, there are also suppressed the pain of crying.

But the long time will and will surely coalesce all the pain and laughter into the most beautiful stars in our memories, gently illuminating our lives.

Because of their stopping and looking back, our flower season has not become a lonely humming alone, because of their tears and smiles, our flower season has played the most splendid music.

Those who have accompanied us to cry and laugh have indeed been far away, and perhaps will never see each other again in this life.

But the love and care they left behind will never die.

In the moment we look back, they are there, still young eyes, engraved in our youth, and we are still young eyes, also forever engraved in their youth.

The distance between them is not only a bridge, there is a Pacific Ocean, and ten years of personnel time, the vicissitudes of red dust. Zhang Jun is no longer the nineteen-year-old him, Luo Qiqi is no longer the seventeen-year-old her. They are no longer the person they loved in each other's memories, and even they can't tell whether they are attached to that person or that period of pure and sincere youthful time. So what if we meet again? This goodbye you, is no longer you, déjà vu face will only highlight the vicissitudes of the memory and years.

Other people give the promise can not be realized, do they give their own promises to break?

For me, her only shortcoming is that she does not love me.

Qiqi's wish: I hope that Zhang Jun will love Qiqi forever. But I forgot that loving forever is not the same as being together forever.

Qiqi's eyes slowly moist, she began to understand why after so many years, she still can't forget Zhang Jun--that person who doesn't love her anymore. She can't forget that maybe it's not Zhang Jun, but, there was someone who loved her so much. What she grudges is maybe not that Zhang Jun doesn't love her anymore, but, there is no more man who loves her as much as Zhang Jun.

"Never give up! With the first time you give up, your life will be used to know the difficulties, but if you overcome the past, your life will be used to move forward with the wind and the waves, looking at just a simple choice, in fact, the impact is very different, it will make you go to a very different life." Also from Jin Chen.

When we went to Qingdao, Zhang Jun said: When we get married, we will come to Qingdao for our honeymoon!

I couldn't help but hold my pen and write "Longbow" over and over again on a piece of letter paper, filling up a piece of paper and then switching to another one. This is a problem that I've developed over the years without realizing it. Whenever I'm sad, I like to write "longbow" as if I can release the sadness from my heart.

33. You know what, so many years, I want to share this all the people but not in, all the wonderful with a hint of regret.

I moved to this city at the age of seven, I met you guys at the age of nine, and now six years have passed, and almost all the places in this city were taken by Bo on his bike, and almost all the memories in this city are related to you guys, and you guys are telling me now that I'm not in the same lane as you guys!

I'm remembering something from before, waiting for a friend.

To this moment, I truly realized that I had lost him forever! The one who I thought would be with me to see the world clearly no matter how dark it was.

When I was young, I liked to talk about ideals and plans, thinking that as long as I was smart enough and worked hard enough, I would be able to realize it, but I didn't know that we were just a small piece on the fateful chessboard with space as the warp and time as the weft, and that a slight tremor of the board would lead us away from the planned track.

Anciently, when a girl was fourteen years old, her father would hold a maturity ceremony for her, meaning that she has grown up; in the West, the daughter's wedding, the father will hold the daughter's hand, to accompany her through the last journey of the girl's age, the father, the woman's life, the first important man.

When I was a child, I stood on my tiptoes and looked at myself when I grew up

After I grew up, I looked back alone at the time when I was purely young

Because you are a big boy, you are proud and careless.

Because I was a little girl, I was inferior and sensitive.

We tried hard to love, thinking that if we pushed hard enough and hard enough, we would change everything, not realizing that our end had already been decided. Years later, years have gone by, youth is old, you are not proud and careless, I no longer have low self-esteem, sensitive, but we will never love so hard, so hard again.

I can only sing that old song, in the light of tears, remembering that you had loved me very seriously, very clumsily, and smile alone.

40. When I read Lawrence Liu, San Mao, intoxicated by their exotic lands, naturally thinking of myself to go on a trip around the world, I knew I was no longer the girl who was willing to stay in this city for the rest of her life.