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Classic Quotations from Jing M.Guo's Summer Solstice
1, the plane broken by time is folded into eternity by the crust. The boots left by the poets in the mountains were covered with dew at sunset. The years that come and go reveal unprinted chapters. Repeatedly reluctant to leave in the morning light, and a bright future.

2. Those unknown hatred and vague love woke up this summer. Although it was delayed, it finally arrived. The sky is gone, and the clouds are moving silently, bringing the news of the return of the monsoon. Who kissed his face silently many years ago? Those lanterns blown by the wind and yellow white paper can't stick the light needed in the dark. Who can lend me a pair of sharp eyes to light up the dark and long road ahead? Who can lend me wings, who can take me soaring.

It turns out that youth is so fragile that you can't stay.

They stood in the noise, blowing the dusk into silence and blowing people into birds. Blow time into the past, blow the past into memories.

Graduation is a window pane, we have to smash it, then walk past it with sharp fragments, and start a completely different life after dripping with blood.

We all firmly believe that no matter how cold the snow is, no matter how long the winter is, it can't stop the warm return. However, everyone forgets that the approach of spring will not prevent the coming of the next winter.

7. You lit up a thousand roads with a lamp, and I chose one and bowed my head and ran to happiness with you without hesitation.

8. Time will eventually turn into a gorgeous butterfly, scattering dazzling phosphorus powder on the earth.

9. If a person stands on a land that can't see the horizon, he will feel crowded but have no friends, so he will feel particularly lonely.

10. 19 19 In the summer, the door that separated the youth from the world was slammed.

1 1. Nobody gave up. Everyone said goodbye together and walked in different directions without looking back.

12. From now on, in our respective happiness, the old days before, what you taught me, I will always remember. Please remember me, my best years, my name, and what I taught you with tears and sadness.

13. Who can lend me a pair of sharp eyes to light up the dark and long road ahead? Who can lend me wings, who can take me soaring.

14. I think your life is like a magnificent sea, so I really want to be with you, so I will feel that my life has become magnificent because of you.

15. We are all scattered in the wind of the years. When we look back, we can't see the trace of sinking together. Although it is hard to be together.

16. We all forgot that the years ahead are still so long, and I can like someone again, just like I liked you at the beginning. However, can I really like him as much as I like you

17. Only you can step out the traces of those memories with your feet. Those long dark nights, only your smile can illuminate it. Those cold storms, only your coat can make me hide. In those fragile moments, only your hug can give me strength. Those sad years, only you can give them to me.

18. The youth we thought was miserable, the dark years we thought, and the things we thought were wronged are all excusable in other people's stories.

19. All the love, all the hate, all the wet memories in the heavy rain, all the tears and hugs, all the unforgettable burning years, all the prosperous and scattered life, all rushed to a grand death in the summer when the summer solstice did not come.

20. Leave, make everything simple, give everything a reason to be forgiven again, and let's start over.

2 1. However, when we decided to go alone, all the curses and betrayals were left behind. We can smile stubbornly and cry sadly, but we still insist on the sonorous steps.

22. In those summer when the sky is in full bloom, the sunshine has the most prosperous jointing.

23. She ran past him in a hurry, so the floating grass blossomed; He waited quietly behind her, so the sunset closed the heavy door; He and he became more and more silent in the four seasons, the past dusk and the morning that didn't come. In summer, she and she walk more and more slowly, and the pulled hand holds the hand that has not been pulled.

24. Some melodies have never been sung, and some torches have never been lit. But there is sound and light in this world. So time became heavy and small, and the snowstorm easily broke the thin door.

25. That city has never aged. It stands in memory and becomes the loneliness and loneliness left by no one at school dusk.

26. You splashed ink on the broken words in the corner, so you rendered a summer without falling flowers. Come next year. Next year. But I haven't waited for a crying summer solstice. A summer solstice that never comes all year round. Avoid round-trip search. He has never seen her. She has never seen him. No one has seen it. Never been here in summer solstice. The world began to rain cats and dogs. The flood season is coming.

27. Those years when I couldn't see the corner of the city in the fog. The reeds germinate in turn and then die gradually. The wings hastily covered the sky. There is nothing more to say. Cast the shadow of the tide along the road. Black hair dyed white. The snow was dyed black. Dyed black during the day. The night was dyed white. The world is upside down, left and right, up and down, black and white. So I became your reflection. Always live in a completely different world from you. Buried the twilight of the morning. Buried a group of gorgeous swallowtail butterflies.

28. Time turns into a red morning mist, and day and night are gradually divided equally. I started my lonely years in a world you have long forgotten, with my eyes closed and tears in my eyes. Not seeing you means not seeing the whole world.

29. In fact, the world will never wake up. It sleeps quietly under the collar of your shirt. The white army missed. The beard instantly pierces the skin of the lips. Youth holds high the banner of hunting the wind.

30. Flowers recorded by floating clouds and floating clouds decorated with flowers have become the dry season of the wasteland in this endless summer.