深夜写给自己的句子（句句有感而发）
当耀眼的朝阳在清新的目光中升起时，时间像一个走在奇异光线中的少年一样飞逝；在阳光下它似乎也是纯净透明的。只是在当年的剪影中，年轻人浑身散发着红晕，对沾染的感觉一无所知，有些刻意营造和夸张。他瞬间有了一颗坚强的心，骄傲到心里充满了自信。不成熟，等待成熟，和成熟一起成长，伴随着未知的旅程，一路走来令人欣慰，似乎一眨眼你就突然回忆起那个少年。
When the dazzling sun rises in fresh eyes, time flies like a boywalking in strange light; It also seems pure and transparent insunlight. However, in the silhouette of that year, the young peopleare full of red, and they know nothing about the feeling ofcontamination, and some deliberately create and exaggerate. Hesuddenly had a strong heart, proud to the heart full of confidence.Immaturity, waiting for maturity, growing up with maturity, alongwith the unknown journey, along the way is gratifying, it seems thatin the blink of an eye you suddenly remember that teenager.
时光的线，坐在流淌的思绪里，走在纸上的记忆里，风雨只是随笔中那永不离开的悲喜心情。一边听着浅落的风雨，一边像是在摘手掌里的迷香，翻着手里的几朵嫣红，飘来飘去让你说不出话来，轻轻的挥手诠释你的心情。
The line of time, sitting in flowing thoughts, walking in thememory of the paper, the wind and rain is only in the essay thatnever leave the sad and happy mood. While listening to the shallowwind and rain, while like picking the palm of the fan incense,turning the hand of a few purples, floating to floating to let yousay nothing, gently waved interpretation of your mood.
轻腕的芬芳是普通花期盛开阳光下蓝白相间的花朵，被世人打磨，暗藏的渔火是散落在浮萍和你心湖的霾烟。
The fragrance of light wrist is the blue and white flowersblooming in the sun during the common flowering period, polished bythe world, hidden fishing fire is scattered in the duckweed and yourheart lake haze smoke.
岁月不老千年，岁月不老千年，岁月不醉美。时间会有回报，荣耀会随着雪而消逝，星星在夏末。
Years not old millennium, years not old millennium, years notdrunk beauty. Time will pay, glory will fade with snow, stars at theend of summer.
昙花一现后的凉意，烟柳飘散后的沧桑，万里无云的地平线边上唱着歌跳着舞的深沉孤独的影子，深深地感受着，时光几经辗转，让我挥挥衣袖，带走属于我的云。
The cool meaning after a flash in the pan, the vicissitudes oflife after yiliu is scattered, the dark and lonely shadow that thesong is singing on the edge of the horizon without cloud is beingfelt deeply, time classics toss and turn several times, let me wavegarment sleeve, take away the cloud that belongs to me.
世界上的爱来自命运。你来的时候，你们聚在一起；当你走到最后，你会散开。莫问来了又走。在光的岁月里，有许多悲欢离合，勾勒出人生的脉络。
Love in this world comes from fate. When you come, you gathertogether; When you get to the end, you scatter. Don"t ask come andgo. In the years of light, there are many joys and sorrows, outlinethe context of life.
世事无常。谁负责起起落落？起源于一次偶然的相遇，结束于秋风初起，过往的一切事件随风而逝，成为时光悠悠的歌曲，没有忧郁或憔悴的文字，用美好的文字纪念一段往事。
Things change. Who is responsible for the ups and downs?Originated from an accidental encounter, end at the beginning of theautumn wind, all events in the past with the wind and gone, becomethe song of time, no melancholy or gaunt text, with a beautiful textto commemorate a paragraph of the past.
不知不觉，你生命中的时光又到了凉爽的九月。在这个即将到来的漫长而凉爽的九月，有太多的痛苦和事情，无法用语言或某种方式轻易诉说。月底留下记忆的岁月，似乎是上帝无意中开的玩笑。扪心自问，不知你是否还记得。
Before you know it, the time of your life has come to a coolSeptember. In this long, cool September ahead, there are too manypains and things that can"t be easily expressed in words or one wayor another. The end of the memory of the years, seems to be god"sunintentional joke. Ask yourself if you remember.