In our daily study, work or life, everyone is familiar with composition. Composition is when people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in their memory in written form. way of narration. Do you always have trouble starting a sentence when writing an essay? Below are the essays I have collected for you to understand time. Welcome to read and collect them. Perception of Time Composition 1
Time slips away like running water. Having gone through 11 years, I have more or less some insights into the ruthless passage of time.
"It is easy for a young man to learn from an old man, and it is difficult to learn from an old man. No inch of time is worth wasting." When I heard this sentence when I was a child, I felt that it was so profound, and I knew that time cannot be wasted. As I grew older, my mother told me that time is a "god" that moves like flying and runs like lightning. It will give good children a fulfilling life, but leave children who don't know how to cherish time to waste their time doing nothing. "Then let's find a way to catch the foot of time, won't it be able to run away?" Silly me, I naively thought of catching the foot of time. No wonder my mother just smiled at that time. I remember one time, I put time behind me and played for a day until the sun set and the moon quietly showed its head. I suddenly realized that all time left for me was regret. It turned out that time really flew away without me realizing it.
“Don’t wait too long, for the gray head will make you sad.” The words passed down over the years still influence us, warning us to cherish time. Yes, time is precious and cannot be copied. We must take advantage of the good time now to study diligently. Time is not inexhaustible, and wasting time is equivalent to wasting life. Therefore, let us learn to cherish time and strive to be the masters of time. I believe that we will definitely gain something! Perception of Time Composition 2
The wind blew off the last leaf, and my heart trembled a little. Look up at the sky and watch the birds fly by without leaving any traces. Gently facing the wind, I couldn't help but sweat and shed tears.
I have been thinking about it for a long time. If time also has a color, then should this color be eye-catching golden, bright pink, or imaginary sky blue? I can’t find the answer, I only know. , I am here, you are there, we are wearing this coat called time, feeling its passage, living...
The ancients said: "Time flies like an arrow." Indeed. It is silent; it is clear and pure; (it is approachable;) it is confusing; it is fleeting; it...
——Everything in front of you will disappear with the wind.
Looking up at the time and space of time, waving at the rushing years. While sighing, time slipped away again due to our negligence; when trotting, time flew past your feet like an arrow; when getting a haircut, it fell together with the black hair; I noticed that time In a hurry, when I stretched out my tight hands to hold it back, it passed by the holding hand again...
——Everything around me will also disappear with the wind.
Yesterday, there are honors and regrets, and they will all become a beautiful history in the milestone of life. Although it disappeared as quickly as a shooting star, it left a bright and glorious moment. Our hearts are looking forward to the future; our feet are still going to walk a long way; our wings are still going to fly over the mountains. Yesterday's honor and yesterday's regret can only be a line of light footprints, let them go with the wind! Life is rewritten every day. Don't stand still for yesterday's honor and alienate yourself from today's brand new everything. Don't get stuck in the mud because of yesterday's regrets and obscure today's good time...
The years in the world are like running water. The autumn breeze in the guest house starts now! Essay on Perception of Time 3
Time is said to be long and long, but it is also said to be short and short; precious people or things are floating in the river of time - or they fade away, or they grow with you. Time is to be cherished and needs to be experienced.
Recalling my childhood, it seems like it was just yesterday.
At that time, I loved to sit under the balcony window lattice and listen to my grandfather telling stories. The sunlight reflects the blue color of the window glass and shines into my heart, also traveling through time. What grandpa told at that time was always very interesting, and the content of the stories was rich and extensive.
He knows all the myths and fairy tales from ancient times to the present.
In my impression, when my grandfather was telling stories, he made up and down gestures with his hands. As the plot of the story went up and down, the voice of the storyteller also fluctuated. I have always been attracted by those slightly fantasy Journey to the West stories and the heroic Water Margin novels, which is mostly because my grandfather told them.
In the years, there are leisurely clouds and warm breeze. I often pester my grandpa to tell stories, and he always smiles at me and says: "There are so many stories. I have heard them over the years. It seems that I can't tell them all!" I have many impressions now, and I can't tell them all. I grew up on my grandfather’s stories. That story, the plot conveys the meaning with the grandfather's eyes that are so profound that they seem to be talking, and the voice echoes in the happy dream of time. It's just that it's gone...
Not long ago, I returned to the house I lived in at that time. I looked through the window from the high building. The sun was still shining brightly, and the sound of stories around me faded away. In the distance, I saw Yuelu Mountain and the Xiangjiang River. The river outlines the shape of time. It is true that time is long, but please love and cherish it more. The sand of time flows away from the fingers, and some things cannot withstand the changes of the passing years.
The years, the years, flow with the time, sometimes flying, sometimes wandering. Grasp him! Experience him! Cherish him! His name is time. Perception of Time Composition 4
Time flies like an arrow, and the sun and the moon fly by. Time is like a rushing river flowing eastward, never to return.
In the past ten years, time has been passing by, and at any time, it has flowed away silently - when watching TV, the days passed in front of the obsessed eyes; when the teacher was giving lectures, the days passed by quietly. Pass by fluent words…. "Tick-tock, tick-tock...", the sound of the clock echoed in my ears, and the speed of my pen tip accelerated, "Ah, it's finally done!" I stretched out and ran out immediately, where Amidst the laughter and laughter, time has escaped without a trace. When I came to school the next day, I only heard the teacher's words: "Xu Qianrong, do it again!" Hearing these words that touched my heart, I really wished I could turn back time and let me write my handwriting again. . I picked up the watch and hoped that the second hand would rotate backwards, but to no avail. I regretted it so much at the time. Day after day, year after year, time slips away in my hands, but what have I done? Just play! Hey, what should I do?
There is a famous saying: "Time is like water in a sponge. As long as you squeeze it, there will always be some!" Since some people say this, they can definitely do it, but what about me? How could I never do it? This year is the last year of elementary school. I must give up some playing time, take the time to review, and strive to get into a good junior high school! In this world, we only live once, so we should cherish our time. You must live a real life, a life of value. Perception of Time Composition 5
In the morning, when the sky gave off a ray of light, I saw the tender green grass in the fields; the sky was blue, and when the sun rose from the east, it was fiery red. All this disappears in the rush of time. In the early morning, the sun was shining brightly. I went along the trail to the forest to find the lost myth in my heart. I picked up the brilliant mountain flowers on the roadside, touched the sweat of God, stepped on the green stones, and hit the road. Birds on the roadside When you stay with me, everything feels like reuniting with old friends, and I am immersed in everything. In the forest, I played freely and seemed carefree. I sang with the birds and danced with the butterflies. When I was tired, I would lie on the grass. There was no noise, no harsh yelling, and no mean eyes. , everything is so quiet, so silent, no one will disturb.
In the evening, I wanted to escape, but I lost my way in the forest. I looked confused to the east and foggy to the west. I tried my best to find the stream where I came from, but I returned to the forest.
As time goes by, sometimes my appearance makes me have the urge to reach out to the sky, but I can't help but take it back. After all, I am already sixteen. I am no longer a child, and I am no longer imagining the world of those beautiful fairy tales. In the past, I liked to fantasize and hide and seek alone. In a short period of time, it passed in just a flash, but I still liked the childishness and innocence in my early childhood. As time goes by, we continue to slip by, but we will not be intoxicated at a certain stage. We have to keep pursuing. But there was no response from anything, only the sun spreading warmth to the earth. The sky is still so peaceful and blue. Composition 6 on Reflection on Time
The winter vacation is coming to an end. Looking back at every bit of the past, I find that this winter vacation is not just about enjoying the atmosphere of the New Year as before. Gradually, I understand a lot and realize a lot of.
The book "The Shining Moment" I borrowed from my classmates made me understand how great the love in the world is. A group of children worked hard and studied hard in order to keep their own campus. During this period, they came across an organization and accidentally learned that this evil organization was preparing to carry out a major murder. After discovering it, they quietly but successfully prevented the murder. However, there was a child who sacrificed his life for others. sacrifice.
This is a pure and great love! I admire him and his self-sacrifice for others; I praise him and his beautiful qualities; I learn from him and learn this fine spirit of caring for others and self-sacrifice for others.
This love is so great, so great!
I accidentally discovered the plum blossoms in the cold winter. The faint fragrance made me fall in love with it instantly. Its color and fragrance make me feel relaxed and happy, but what awes me most is its character. Even if the biting cold wind blows and huge snowflakes are flying, the plum blossoms still bloom amazingly, tenaciously and vigorously. The colder the wind blows, the more beautiful and gorgeous the plum blossoms bloom.
This kind of tenacious and unyielding spirit is worth learning, and it makes me understand that we must work hard to overcome difficulties and difficulties and never bow our heads and give up!