感悟人生的句子 句句有意义（那些不朽的誓言还在飘荡）
不知道那几天忘记了多少开心或者难过的事。那张纸很酷，很普通，卷起来就错过了。
I don"t know how many happy or sad things I forgot in those days.That piece of paper was cool, plain, rolled up and missed.
那些不朽的誓言还在飘荡。时光里，在红尘里，伴随着尘埃和流水，它们一直默默飘荡。只是你我不知道。只是我们不能再对着天喊，对着地喊了。
Those immortal vows are still floating. Time, in the world ofmortals, accompanied by dust and water, they have been silentlyfloating. You and I just don"t know. Only we can"t scream to the sky,to the ground anymore.
时光飞逝。你总是千百次地问时间带走了什么，留下了什么。我沉默了。时间一直在走；世界一直在变化。曾经陪伴他们的朋友，现在却远如路人……
Time flies. You always ask a thousand times what time has takenand what time has left. I was silent. Time goes on; The world isalways changing. The friend who once accompanied them is now astranger……
岁月之风吹不走美好的回忆。在时间的故事下，岁月淹没了青春，沧桑掩盖了灵魂的伤痕。突然，我意识到所谓的永恒只是一个模糊的迹象，自欺欺人的坚持，无法比拟的轻微苦恼……
The wind of time cannot blow away good memories. Under the storyof time, the years drowned the youth, the vicissitudes of lifecovered up the scars of the soul. Suddenly, I realized that theso-called eternity is only a vague sign, self-deceiving persistence,incomparable slight distress……
今晚是一个寒冷的夜晚，一个孤独的夜晚。我独自扭曲一段冻结的时间，把它磨成一种叫作记忆的墨水。然后我紧紧抓住时间的笔，在岁月的表面，静静地勾勒出那些散落在世界各地的岁月。
Tonight is a cold night, a lonely night. I alone twisted a frozentime, grinding it into a kind of ink called memory. Then I firmlygrasp the pen of time, on the surface of the years, quietly outlinethe years scattered around the world.
爱恨无常，人间凄凉。留在心里的往事是不可磨灭的伤，却是曾经我们向往的星光。如果你想停止迷茫，请给你的灵魂一扇窗，让你透过岁月的沧桑，看到生命中所有的拾荒者，然后把他们当作未来的珍宝，用心珍藏，随着时间的沉淀而变得芬芳。
Love and hate impermanence, desolate world. In the heart of thepast is an indelible injury, but once we yearn for the stars. If youwant to stop confusion, please give your soul a window, let you seethrough the vicissitudes of life, all the scavengers in life, andthen treat them as the treasure of the future, carefully treasure,with time precipitation and become fragrant.
时间在黑暗中飞逝，韶华在沉默中一寸一寸地折叠起来。他无法知道下一次他会待在哪里的路口，也无法在我眼里隐藏他的晚年。
Time flies in the darkness, and youth folds up inch by inch insilence. He had no way of knowing where he would be next, and no wayof hiding his old age from my eyes.