→ The woman who goes out, walking in the street, makes people notice the goal that makes people look back and admire boldly, not only in front of her, but also in her moving back. On a certain day, a strange woman passed by you, and you suddenly looked back and only got the back of her departure. Is her back deep or free and easy? Maybe your eyes reveal curiosity, appreciation or regret. But no matter what, when she passed by you, her back touched your heart and she gave you hazy beauty.
Yes, she has gradually become the shortest in this big family. Perhaps there have been countless times, she stood on the ridge and looked at the children returning from afar. She also stood on the ridge and looked at the back of the children who left. She stood there until we were out of sight. Looking back at grandma in the scorching sun, her eyes are wet. ...
→ The gorgeous night sky failed to keep the distant figure. I want to say thank you for facing this distant back, so that I can still have my own imagination and understanding in this noise. It is the liberation of oneself, and it is also the redemption of oneself. The night outside is gathering and dispersing. Please allow me to pray for a better life for homeless people in this way.
→ With a warm wind, knead into a white quill pen, dive into the water again and again in the stream, on the lake and by the sea, declare your name, make fine lines, glow at any time, drift with the years, and integrate into life. Beautiful people, what I can see is your back, but what I can't see is your back, which has already integrated into my heart.
The back can reflect many things, standing on a tall building, looking at different backs in the sea of people and looking at different moods. At this time, I don't know who is watching me from behind. I'm thinking, if one day we are separated, I don't know if I can find you according to my back in the noisy crowd. At the station, at the ferry, what makes people sad is the feeling of parting, and what is even more unforgettable is that the distant back can't be erased in my heart for a long time.
→ Some backs are always shaking and lingering with the passage of time. White hair, crawling in the cold sunshine in winter, in the biting wind, in the eyes of passers-by who are more biting than the north wind. Then, inadvertently looking back, I saw my father hiding in the depths of this time.
→ I saw Miss Zhang's back, saw her right hand wipe out her eyes, and quickly put it down. That action is somewhat warm and somewhat vigorous. Child A Peng has a fever, but Teacher Zhang has given up many things in life for these children in the class. There were many things that worried her during that time. I couldn't help looking at her back again. She is not tall, slightly fat, with shallow curly hair, and she is still squatting on the ground holding her son. At this moment, I think of my little sister at home, of the hard work my mother has done for that little guy every day, and of ... I only feel a little warmth from my eyes and across my cheeks.
When we arrived at school, the car ran out of gas. My father and I looked at each other, speechless. Father turned and pushed the car away. I watched him walk around the corner, and finally I couldn't help it. Two lines of tears crept down. In the misty eyes, I seem to see my father leaning forward, pushing the car and walking on that long slope ... the back of love stayed on that long slope and in my heart. Father's back is entrusted with his great and deep love. Father, I love you!
The midnight wind is always so cold, the bone-eating coldness penetrates the barrier of thought, and the night becomes hesitant. Inexplicably like the back of passers-by, feeling very hazy, very distant artistic conception, deep and ethereal, quiet and boundless. There is also a quiet loneliness and extreme loneliness.
Looking at your back, I think your eyes are blurred. God really won't arrange for us to play such a game. I didn't wave goodbye, it was already chilly. Not long after, a heavy snow fell all over the ground, covering the glacier with a thick layer of snow, and you will never be seen in the glacier again.
→ Are you really happy when everything is zero? It's good to leave all this behind. Look behind you, the back is not far away, how big the small back is, and you are completely eyeful. I really want to get close to this little figure. Looking at this stubborn back, I just walked away and disappeared into the corner of my eye, disillusioned with the wind.
That night, when we broke up, the moment he turned away with your shoulder, tears fell on my face, and it hurt my heart to look at your distant back. The vows of eternal love have become a thing of the past, and the love that was once proud and regarded as impossible to break up now seems so fragile and powerless. Behind your happiness, I am the only one left, so helpless and vicissitudes in that busy street.
The figure in front of me is also walking slowly. It seems that he is also a wanderer obsessed with this night. I wonder how this lonely figure will perceive my thoughts. Is his back strong or melancholy? Is it helpless or sentimental? Is life just a monologue of life meeting? I just opened my eyes and looked at him, and the back was all in my eyes. Close your eyes, as if his thoughts were drawn in my heart, as if they were open. So, I just watched my whereabouts quietly.
→ You are gone, out of sight of people who know you well, including me. Once upon a time, you were a white back who often appeared in front of me. You left me more of your back, only your back. I look at my favorite white lining your back, like watching a cloud line, out of reach.
I haven't seen my father for over two years. What I can't forget most is his back. That winter, my grandmother died and my father was relieved of his job. This is a day when it never rains but it pours. I went from Beijing to Xuzhou, and I plan to go home with my father. When I went to Xuzhou to see my father, I saw something in the yard and thought of my grandmother. I can't help crying. Father said, "Well, don't be sad, but God never shuts one door but he opens another!" " "I went home to sell pawns, and my father lost money; Borrowing money for the funeral again. The situation at home these days is very bleak, partly for the funeral and partly for my father's leisure.
I don't believe your determination to leave, leaving me with a broken dream. Today I want to say thank you! In this way, I can miss your back and care about my life deeply. Even if it is a broken bridge, my broken feelings will be better. The period of regret will last a lifetime. The back is like the setting sun of a meteor, extending my desire. I won't really get drunk and dream, but I am also dreaming happily. It is really the end of youth, and the dream is chasing the soul. You should thank the years for their deep affection for you!
→ Walking through the campus, a casual glance made me see a beautiful back. Blink of an eye, she has disappeared in the corner of the building, and her back is gradually blurred, leaving only herself in a daze. I know the space around the corner is still so beautiful. When I stepped forward again, my back disappeared, but the ghosting was more solid. It's just that in the ocean of my brain, there are many elements that I know and love, and it becomes better.
Looking up in the dream, the sun pours down. Through this fog, a vague figure appeared in front of me. It looked so cold and distant, but it was so kind and warm ... My mother, an ordinary person, left me a very extraordinary memory. ...
→ He climbed up with his hands, and then his feet shrank up; His fat body leans slightly to the left, showing the appearance of hard work. At this time, I saw his back, and tears soon flowed down. I quickly dried my tears. I'm afraid he will see it, and I'm afraid others will see it. When I looked out again, he had come back with the bright red orange in his arms. When crossing the railway, he first scattered oranges on the ground, climbed down slowly, and then picked them up and walked away. When I arrived here, I hurried to help him. He and I walked to the front of the car and put oranges on my fur coat. So I dived into the dirt on my clothes and felt very relaxed.
The back of your departure still lingers in front of my eyes, like a fog that can't be waved away. . You really don't know? Stories that have been accumulated for three months are rotting in my heart, and I really can't find any traces of my dreams. Although the weather was fine that day, when the north wind roared, I felt as if I were in a severe winter.
Last week, my mother had a talk with my teacher because my grades have been declining recently. The teacher is very dissatisfied. My mother gave me a cold look when she came out of the office. I suddenly felt a chill in my heart. She reproached me in a low voice. I was silent. I saw my mother's disappointed eyes, and then resolutely turned away. Inadvertently, tears welled up in my eyes and fell to the ground. Outside the window, it's getting late, only the sound of high heels stepping on the ground. I followed my mother silently, and I looked up with tears in my eyes. I only see her cold back and lonely reflection in the light. ...
→ Now, your back is like a clean stream, recording my thoughts. That glacier is not what it used to be. After transformation, broadening and deepening, it is more attractive than before. There is a small pond by the river. Xiahe is beautiful. You must remember clearly that there lived a farmer's house on the right side of the pond. The old couple who did business together died one after another. The original appearance here no longer exists, and it has become Xiahe Community, which is much more dazzling than before.
→ Time slips away inadvertently, years climb up your body, make you old, and your healthy body begins to get sick, but your back will never change. Always so familiar and warm, it makes me feel distressed and attached. Close your eyes, and a charming picture emerges in your mind: you are walking slowly on a country road, and the sunset shines on you, giving you a golden luster, making your back look so tall and sacred. You are none other than my dearest grandmother. Grandma, your back is always the most beautiful in my heart. ...
Gradually, that figure left my sight far away, not because my eyes were dim, but because his persistence had already penetrated into my bone marrow.
→ If a woman describes the prince in her heart, it is mostly the handsome, generous and temperament of that man. But few people pay attention to or appreciate each other's back. Of course, at dances or candlelight dinners, we may notice the beauty of their backs. When she appears at the dance in an elegant strapless evening dress, her charming figure will surely attract a lot of attention. When he waltzes at the dance in a suit, his generous shoulders will give people a sense of security.
→ Noisy and noisy streets, watching your shrinking figure, waving your hands feebly, tears unconsciously shed, destined to be separated, at this moment, we all silently pray for each other in our hearts. Countless quiet nights can't erase the memory of that day I can only watch you leave in a hurry with more white hair. Father, how are you? When I wake up at midnight, I always feel sour when I think of your lonely back.
And I can't find a word that contains love and reverence to describe my father. Never give up the back, those heads that stick to the stone are as silent as their father, only the wind, spare no effort to shake the shadows and swim in their father's land. The rustling sound of the pen tip quieted down and closed my eyes. The curved figure came back to my eyes.
It was just after one o'clock when we left, and the sun was scorching the earth. I only feel * * * spicy when I go out. When we left, our grandparents sent us out of the house. Grandma stood on the ridge in the scorching sun, watching us leave behind, and kept telling us what to do, what to do ... We turned to her and invited her home. But she didn't even hear it. Under the fiery red sun in June, my grandmother stood on the ridge and watched us leave. At this time, she looked very short and thin.