适合发朋友圈的高质量句子 岁月流逝（留下无数斑驳）

1、这3000年是繁华，而百年后，一把黄沙。无论人生来来往往都是迷茫的，空空如也地走来走去，生前的我是谁，生后的我又是谁，不如不来不去，不喜不悲。

This 3000 years is prosperous, and one hundred years later, ayellow sand. No matter life comes and goes is confused, empty to walkaround, who I was before life, who I am after birth, it is better notto come or go, not like or sad.

2、深夜，繁华的城市褪去了白天的喧嚣。窗外，一轮残月与几颗稀疏的星星相映成趣，伴随着阵阵肆无忌吹在小屋的纱窗上，发出一种沉闷的声音，似乎是破碎而持续的，像是在哭泣。它似乎在书写属于某一段时间的独特悲伤。

Late at night, the hustle and bustle of the day faded from thebustling city. Outside the window, the waning moon and a few sparsestars set off, accompanied by bursts of unbridled blowing on thescreen of the cabin, a dull sound that seemed broken and persistent,like crying. It seems to be writing about the unique sadness of atime.

3、繁华是空的，往事如新，一颗心是孤独的，我想你。我不知道你怎么样。折一只纸船，画一个半窗的影子，画一抹彩霞的祝福，画一缕牵挂的符号，随我的微笑一起送去。

Busy is empty, the past is new, a heart is lonely, I miss you. Idon"t know about you. Fold a paper boat, paint a shadow of a window,paint a blessing of rosy clouds, paint a symbol of care, with mysmile sent together.

4、梦想的繁荣最终会消失，所谓的彝族人最终会变得空虚。

The prosperity of dreams will eventually disappear and theso-called Lolis will eventually become empty.

5、忙着笑，爱语迟了，年一华却沉默了，清凉的阳光叠在清脆的淋漓下，抚慰着心中的悲伤，但心染了梦，但约会却被泪水冲刷，而在梦里没有地方读书。

Busy laughing, love language late, year Yihua was silent however,cool and refreshing sunshine is folded in crisp dripping wet below,comforting the sadness in the heart, but the heart caught a dream,but the appointment was scoured by tears however, and there is noplace to read in the dream.

6、洗之前，没有看书的感觉。求人入秋，不知道现在该如何沉醉，喝着一杯清风，谈着幸福，催着忧伤的音乐，描绘着心中的忧伤。

Before washing, there is no feeling of reading. Ask a person toenter autumn, do not know how to indulge now, drinking a cup of coolbreeze, talking about happiness, urging the music of sadness,depicting the sadness in the heart.

7、一个孤独的影子在月光下徘徊，不想太悲伤，只是太迷茫。月光和阴影，被薄雾隔开，在这虚无中，有一种说不出的伤口，禁锢在中庭，将生活切割成繁华如画。

A lonely shadow wandering in the moonlight, do not want to be toosad, just too confused. Moonlight and shadow, separated by mist, inthis nothingness, there is an indescribable wound, imprisoned in theatrium, life will be cut into a bustling picturesque.

8、岁月流逝，留下无数斑驳。它是悲哀，是叹息，但它只是一张纸，它被归类为书画。

The passage of time has left countless spots. It is sad, it is asigh, but it is only a piece of paper, it is classified as paintingand calligraphy.