Seeking 800 words of Chinese and American literature excerpts. (meaningful, with a source)

There is a song that you can never get tired of listening to, just like some people will never forget it no matter how busy they are. I can clearly remember the beginning of my understanding, I can always remember the smile long ago, and what kind of happiness I felt. ...

I used to think that everything was empty without you. Later, I gradually got used to it. Without your shadow, I am still calm and indifferent. It's just that you have been in the corner of my heart and never left. Make your daily schedule full, but when you are so busy and tired, your breath will still be in your dream. Everything is so natural and there is no deliberate effort. Every time I wake up, I always habitually tell myself in my heart: I dreamed of you last night.

I like to listen to the song "Let Go If Love Is Not" alone, lingering in a slightly sad melody. I still remember an article that said: The memory of years is artificial. I want to give up, but my heart can't. So, every time I meet you in my dream, is it intentional? I can say for sure: no! Never deliberately forget, never choose to forget, never try to brand. Everything naturally extends. "Your eyes, your tears, your beauty and sad night are like that cup of strong coffee. My dreams, my feelings and my sadness, dear, I want to accompany you all my life. If we care too much about the harvest, we will lose that beauty. Even if we continue to pursue, life is not perfect ... "Often, we always spare no effort to pursue that everlasting, always try our best to keep that achievement, but we don't know that there is a shortage in the old days. How can there be constant love in this world? But I don't know, if I ever had beauty, I don't need to force any results. Flowers bloom when they fall, and gather when they disperse. How can there be ecstasy if there is no regret? Without that helplessness, how can we cherish it? When we leave, if we can hold hands and cherish each other, why should we stay together and repeat those trivial years? When we are apart, if we can wave our hands easily, why bother to turn over those vows? After the flowers fall, they will bloom again tomorrow; Although the meteor has passed away, my best wishes are still in my heart. So all the days are easy, so all the burdens are sweet, so there will be no regrets, regrets and regrets; Therefore, there will be no more regrets and regrets; As a result, the past has become a memory, so what you have today is no longer helpless.

What you have will never be lost, it will always exist in your memory. If you can't get it, you don't have to pursue it. It's all yours. Sooner or later, it will be yours, not yours, and never yours. As long as you don't worry about eternity. Don't feel sorry for what you lost. ...

"the cold corner has gone, and the mulberry is not too late." Everything will pass, whether it is quiet or noisy, whether it is unforgettable or an occasional smile. When time washes away the present, it actually washes away the past. Let the past joys and sorrows disappear in the long river of years. Sometimes it is a direct hit, there is no need to insist all the time. Friends or friends, no matter how many barriers there have been, strangers are still strangers after all, no matter how many troubles and * * *. Meeting is only accidental, but parting is inevitable; Meeting is a song, parting is a glass of wine, and the good wine will get better and better.

Life is like this. The most precious thing is not what you can't get or lose, but what you have and what you have now. I hope we can always keep a crystal clear heart, a ray of memories like water and wine, a ray of feelings like dreams and poems, and a good mood of romantic dancing! Always remember that as long as there is sunshine in your heart, you will see colorful beauty in cloudy weather!

You can hear.

Like a doomed arrangement, whoever waits, forgets and ignores you, but I pick it up like a scavenger. Open your hands and listen to the familiar greetings. Are you okay? I'm fine. Too many fragments are isolated, leaving only such unspeakable echoes, coiled in the heart, condensed in the eyes, and slowly flowing through every blood vessel. Quietly grow into an unformed blessing in the soul.

You don't talk, hold my hand and silently convey the power of friendship for me. Firm eyes. It is the stubbornness of hitting the south wall and not looking back. You open your heart. ...

Now, time is no longer, things are wrong, things are wrong, and we simply lost the race against time. Who will let go first and turn around first? In the long memory, they have all become deliberately hidden lost notes, and their thoughts have gradually failed. In the end, what we forgot was the code word of reconciliation together.

I want to share romance with you, but in the end there are only fragile tears. When the noodles are dry, after the pairs of glasses are broken, they will never become broken aesthetics. "Either two people are together or not." You once told me with such certainty that I would persistently look for your former figure in the season of withered flowers, and my heart was full of ways. I want to tell you that my concern has emerged like a flood, rubbing against my heart again and again, wave after wave, wave after wave, and finally it has become cowardice and an invalid letter without news.

Time is almost harsh, so I met you again before I could make a difference. As before, you walked slowly with a bright and familiar smile, but … memories were shattered, accompanied by your crisp laughter. Scenes were staged, then burned silently and turned into unrecognizable ashes. There is a deep hole in my heart. With loss and regret, I stood up slowly until I drowned the bank, only to know that tears slipped quietly and I was already on the run.

Can you hear me? I can bless you and care about you in my heart. This is the limit of this place.

Can you hear me? In my heart, in order to let go and let go, I call you this.

"Are you all right?" Whether it's spells or divination, gardens or castles, you and I don't need to know anything. We will cry, be at a loss, and feel distressed. You don't have to worry about that. I'm just standing here praying for you. For you, I will synthesize the shape of a cross petal by hand, hold it to my ear, and listen attentively, whether you know it or not, you will certainly hear it.

After three thousand tireless spring and autumn, it entrusted my thoughts.

Time flies like water. But on many heavy nights, at that time, there were laughter and gloom. The busyness and indulgence at that time were full of pure and true beauty.

For me, it's like a pure white dream I had when I was young. It's always hard to continue when you grow up. When I gradually discovered its distortion compared with reality, I gradually tasted its preciousness more deeply. Only slowly sigh that it has quietly passed through the infinite shortcomings left by people in life, and slowly understand this dream. Their increasingly lonely hearts are full of dust, only to find that this dream has left me and you have left me.

Listen to the echo in my chest. Say goodbye to the heavy poems in the backpack, the joy on the way, and the gathering and parting that ended in poverty.

Laughing it off, my heart was broken, and I walked a winding road inadvertently and returned to the starting point. Everything is so beautiful, everything seems seamless. Don't want to look back. Don't want to grieve for the past …