What time is it in the vast space? But there is no language in space, and the nebula will always be undercurrent, flickering and confusing, profound and unpredictable, and will always give people endless illusory scenes. In space, perhaps, there is also a long time to do silent drifting; Maybe space itself is unknown. The sun rises and sets from the boundless space every day. Cycle after cycle, year after year, until the end of time. The sun gives warmth to the boundless space, and it also grows old in the boundless space.
Everything was swept away by time. The mountain is not the original mountain, the river is not the original river and the tree is not the original tree. Everything painted by time is always so unrecognizable that time flies by in a hurry and never gives people a chance to breathe. Many people are drifting away from you, and many people are strangers around you. Even in your familiar hometown, you will suddenly feel that you are in a dream because of the teasing of time. Time is simply on the rampage here: a vigorous figure is gone, a kind smile is hard to find, and a kind call can't be heard. Looking at the old house, it is getting old and incomplete; Seeing relatives is even older and thinner. Hometown is the hometown where you were born and raised, but it doesn't seem to be your hometown; It's like you are you, but not exactly you.
Time is invisible, but it is everywhere. Here's the thing. Time can't be seen or touched, only we feel it with our heart. When there is no sunrise, the full moon disappears, and the clouds gather and the tide falls; The ups and downs of people, ups and downs, ups and downs, are also time. As for saying that I am busy, I am not free, I am bored, I am lonely, or that "the night is too short, and the pain is longer when it ends in discord", "I don't see you for a day, like Sanqiu" ... and so on, that is, each of us has different telepathy for time.
We are inseparable from time. Without time, there would be no us. Time has proved the existence of our life. Because of time, we have a lot and lost a lot. Whether we have it or lose it, time always leads us forward. Flying over youth, flying over dreams, flying over life, flying to distant places without time. In fact, our life is just a tiny symbol of rest in time. So is the so-called "fleeting" or "a drop in the ocean"! Therefore, it is commendable to say that we are racing against time, but it is also naive and ridiculous, even deceiving ourselves. In front of the old man of time, we can only be an honest and clever child who never deceives the world.