Yesterday afternoon, I was riding a bike and had a good time. As a result, a gust of wind blew, and my eyes were covered by my hat. My hands lost their balance when I pulled the hat. Then, I stumbled and kissed the hot ground with lightning speed, so that the subject, subject and object realized their first bicycle accident in ten years. Looking down, the palm of my right hand was worn out, revealing the tender meat inside, and my right knee was black and blue. I sat on the ground for half a minute, got up slowly, reluctantly insisted on cycling back, and then went to the clinic to clean the wound. Typing, bathing and walking all became difficult tasks in a week.

Looking back on this year, from the small traffic accident at the end of March to the acute appendicitis operation at the beginning of May, and then to this small accident, I felt a little tired physically and mentally, and even seemed lazy to speak. I turned to this poem "Everything has a time" tonight. This poem is very gratifying. I give it to you.

There is time for everything.

There is time for everything,

Everything in the world has time.

Sometimes you live, sometimes you die;

Sometimes you plant, sometimes you pull out what you plant;

Sometimes killing people, sometimes treating diseases;

Sometimes it is demolished, sometimes it is built;

Sometimes you cry, sometimes you laugh;

Sometimes mourning, sometimes dancing;

Sometimes throwing stones, sometimes piling stones;

Sometimes hug, sometimes don't hug;

Looking for time, losing time;

Sometimes conservative, sometimes abandoned;

Sometimes tearing, sometimes sewing;

Sometimes silence, sometimes words;

Sometimes love, sometimes hate;

Sometimes there is war, sometimes there is peace.

-Ecclesiastes, chapter 3.