Life is a hundred years, and there are many spring and autumn. Looking ahead, it seems that time is endless; When you look back, you will know that life waved in an instant.
Time is the most common and precious. Money can't be bought, and status can't be kept. "Time is the material that constitutes a person's life." Everyone's life is limited. Similarly, the time for a lively event is limited and fleeting.
However, time is precious. Although it limits people's lives, people can make full use of it in their limited lives. Mr. Lu Xun said that time is 24 hours a day, but one day brings wisdom and strength to hardworking people, leaving only regrets to lazy people. I think this sentence vividly describes that successful people cherish every minute and achieve brilliant results, while unsuccessful people just muddle along and kill time because of the idea of "being a monk for a day". In their eyes, time is long and meaningless, but when they look back, they find that time is like running water, gone forever, and they find that time is precious. It can be said that "young people don't work hard, but the boss is sad."
Throughout the ages, many people regret that time flies, so they sigh: "Time flies and makes people old, and the sun and the moon fly like teenagers." Indeed, the speed of time is really difficult to estimate and describe. The tree is dead, and there is still a chance to be green again; Flowers fade and bloom; Swallows have gone and come back; However, if a person's life is over and his limited time is used up, there is no chance of resurrection and salvation. Just as "flowers bloom again, people are no longer young." Time is like this step by step, never to return. And this is telling us not to throw away precious light and shade, to cherish time, to cherish life, to make good use of every minute and not to waste it. As Zhu Ziqing said: When washing your hands, the days pass from the basin; When eating, the days pass from the rice bowl; When I am silent, I look through my eyes. I feel that time has passed in a hurry. When I reached out and took my hand, it passed by my hand. It was dark and I was lying in bed. It passed by me and flew away from my feet. When I opened my eyes to say goodbye to the sun, another day slipped away quietly. I hid my face and sighed, but the shadow of a new day began to flash in my sigh. This sentence says that time is passing all the time, so we should make good use of the passing moment.
"future", "present" and "past" are the steps of time: "future" approaches hesitantly; "Now" disappeared like an arrow; The past will stop forever. In the great universe, life just flashes like a meteor; In an infinite river, life is just a small wave. Cherish time, it is the most precious thing in life.
Time has three steps: the future comes late, the present flies like an arrow, and the past never moves. This is Schiller's famous saying, and some people have said: "A person's life is nothing more than three days, yesterday, today and tomorrow."
In the past/yesterday
In a blink of an eye, spring went to Qiu Lai, autumn went to spring, and time flew by. The past will always leave people with good memories, and there may be pain, but those pains are exciting. The excitement brought by a pain is like a drug, which is hard to give up, but good memories can make you cry when you feel happy, because it's all over and you can't come back. The pain managers of the past inspire us, and the beauty of the past warms us. If we waste time remembering good times, we are fools, because Dante said, "The smartest person is the one who doesn't want to waste time the most." If we are trapped in pain, then we will suffer forever, because Tagore told people: "When you shed tears for missing the sun, you will also miss the stars."
In the years of this life, everything has changed, even if we are sad again, it is only in vain. Let bygones be bygones!
Now/today
The most important thing in life is now. Marx, the great socialist tutor, taught us that all saving is ultimately saving time. Cherishing time means cherishing life, and cherishing life is the expression of self-love. Only those who love themselves can feel the true meaning of life and enjoy the grace of life. Don't waste time, wait until life is about to die, and then sigh that time flies and time waits for no man.
Time will pierce the colorful decorations on the surface of youth, dig deep trenches and shallow grooves on everyone's forehead, eat rare treasures and natural beauty, and nothing can escape his sickle. Grasp the opportunity to show youth now and let our young hearts fly; When it comes to fighting for the future, don't let go of a minute; When you succeed, don't miss any chance.
Future/tomorrow
The future is always full of attraction and hope. You can't indulge in the fantasy of the future, it will only make people degenerate, because it is just a fantasy and unrealistic. The acquisition of power generally comes from two aspects: either hope or despair. We hope to find our own track and work hard, but we should also examine ourselves and not run counter to it. Like a planet, we try to travel in our own orbit. Once we deviate, we are in danger of self-destruction.
Time is precious, everyone can say these words, but few people really do it, and few people can do it.
Zhu Ziqing's prose is abstracted from good sentences about time.
Swallows have gone, and there is a time to come again; Willow withered, there is a time to green again; The peach blossom withered, but it blossomed again. But, wise man, tell me, why are our days gone forever? Someone stole them: who is that? Where is it hidden? They escaped by themselves: where are they now?
The past days, like smoke, were scattered by the breeze, like fog, evaporated by Chu Yang; What traces did I leave? Did I leave traces like hairspring? I came into this world naked, and I will go back naked in the blink of an eye? But it can't be flat. Why did you come for nothing this time?
I don't know how many days they gave me; But my hands are getting empty. Counting silently, more than 8 thousand days slipped away from me quietly; Like a drop of water on the tip of a needle in the sea, my days are dripping in the stream of time, without sound or shadow. I can't help bursting into tears.
Hope to adopt
4. The sentence about time (from prose) Elegance refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time.
Is the time wrong, or is it disabled?
Whispering softly, youth gets its hands on the sad interpretation of fleeting time.
The fallen flower is gone, that's not what it used to be, and we can't go back.
Did I learn to forget? Or I just don't know how long it will take.
Everything can be washed away except tears, and that is time. The longer the time, the weaker the conflict, just like tea that is constantly diluted.
Pinch the sunshine between your fingers and listen to it. The ups and downs of the past will be like movies, dancing to the music and finally ending quietly.
Everything in the past has been forgotten, and everything in the past has come back. Time flies, memories are instantly forgotten, thoughts merge into a river, flowing at the end of the world …
There are too many changes. Many things that were once said to be "forever" and tried to remember are finally scattered and scattered by the waves of time like sand grains. Many locked times are not eternal, just a memory and a memorial.
Time has three steps: the future comes late, the present flies like an arrow, and the past never moves.
This is Schiller's famous saying, and some people have said: "A person's life is nothing more than three days, yesterday, today and tomorrow." In a blink of an eye, spring came to Qiu Lai, and autumn also came to spring. Time goes by, and the years pass by inadvertently. The past always left people with good memories, and maybe there were pains, but those pains made people feel excited. The excitement brought by a pain is as hard to quit as a drug, but good memories can make you cry when you feel happy, because it's over and you can't come back.
The pain managers of the past inspire us, and the beauty of the past warms us. If we waste time remembering good times, we are fools, because Dante said, "The smartest person is the one who doesn't want to waste time the most." If we are trapped in pain, then we will suffer forever, because Tagore told people: "When you shed tears for missing the sun, you will also miss the stars."
In the years of this life, everything has changed, even if we are sad again, it is only in vain. Let bygones be bygones! Now/today, the most important thing in life is now. Marx, the great socialist tutor, taught us that all saving is ultimately saving time. Cherishing time means cherishing life, and cherishing life is the expression of self-love. Only those who love themselves can feel the true meaning of life and enjoy the grace of life.
Don't waste time, wait until life is about to die, and then sigh that time flies and time waits for no man. Time will pierce the colorful decorations on the surface of youth, dig deep trenches and shallow grooves on everyone's forehead, eat rare treasures and natural beauty, and nothing can escape his sickle.
Grasp the opportunity to show youth now and let our young hearts fly; When it comes to fighting for the future, don't let go of a minute; When you succeed, don't miss any chance. Future/Tomorrow The future is always full of attraction and hope.
You can't indulge in the fantasy of the future, it will only make people degenerate, because it is just a fantasy and unrealistic. The acquisition of power generally comes from two aspects: either hope or despair.
We hope to find our own track and work hard, but we should also examine ourselves and not run counter to it. Like a planet, we try to travel in our own orbit. Once we deviate, we are in danger of self-destruction. Time is precious, everyone can say these words, but few people really do it, and few people can do it.
6. The Prose of Time was written by Zhu Ziqing.
Swallows have gone, and there is a time to come again; Willow withered, there is a time to green again; The peach blossom withered, but it blossomed again. But, smart, tell me, why are our days gone forever? Someone stole them: who is that? Where is it hidden? They escaped by themselves: where are they now?
I don't know how many days they gave me; But my hands are getting empty. Counting silently, more than 8 thousand days slipped away from me quietly; Like a drop of water on the tip of a needle in the sea, my days are dripping in the stream of time, without sound or shadow. I can't help bursting into tears.
Go wherever you go, and come wherever you come; What's the hurry between going and coming? When I get up in the morning, two or three sunsets shoot into the hut. The sun has feet, and it has moved gently and quietly; I also follow the rotation blankly. So-when washing your hands, the days pass from the basin; When eating, the days pass from the rice bowl; When I was silent, I passed by my eyes. I think he is in a hurry. When I reached out to cover my arm, he passed by the covered hand again. When I was lying in bed at dark, he passed me and flew away from my feet. When I open my eyes and see the sun again, it will be a new day. I covered my face and sighed. But the shadow of the new day began to flash with a sigh.
What can I do in the days when I fly away, in the world of thousands of families? Only wandering, only running; In the rush of more than 8,000 days, what is left except wandering? The past days, like smoke, were scattered by the breeze, like fog, evaporated by Chu Yang; What traces did I leave? Did I leave traces like hairspring? I came into this world naked, and I will go back naked in the blink of an eye? But it can't be flat. Why did you come for nothing this time?
You are very clever. Tell me, why are our days gone forever?
7. The most famous lyric prose poem about time is: In a hurry, Zhu Ziqing's swallow has gone, and there will be time to come again; Willow withered, there is a time to green again; The peach blossom withered, but it blossomed again. But, smart, tell me, why are our days gone forever? Someone stole them: who is that? Where is it hidden? They escaped by themselves: where are they now? I don't know how many days they gave me; But my hands are getting empty. Counting silently, more than 8 thousand days slipped away from me quietly; Like a drop of water on the tip of a needle in the sea, my days are dripping in the stream of time, without sound or shadow. I can't help bursting into tears. Go wherever you go, and come wherever you come; What's the hurry between going and coming? When I get up in the morning, two or three sunsets shoot into the hut. The sun has feet, and it has moved gently and quietly; I also follow the rotation blankly. So-when washing your hands, the days pass from the basin; When eating, the days pass from the rice bowl; When I was silent, I passed by my eyes. I think he is in a hurry. When I reached out to cover my arm, he passed by the covered hand again. When I was lying in bed at dark, he passed me and flew away from my feet. When I open my eyes and see the sun again, it will be a new day. I covered my face and sighed. But the shadow of the new day began to flash with a sigh. What can I do in the days when I fly away, in the world of thousands of families? Only wandering, only running; In the rush of more than 8,000 days, what is left except wandering? The past days, like smoke, were scattered by the breeze, like fog, evaporated by Chu Yang; What traces did I leave? Did I leave traces like hairspring? I came into this world naked, and I will go back naked in the blink of an eye? But it can't be flat. Why did you come for nothing this time? You are very clever. Tell me, why are our days gone forever?
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The following article is about cherishing time and life:
Love life Montaigne
I give some words special meanings. Let's take "alive" as an example. When the weather is bad and unpleasant, I regard "living" as "killing time", but when the weather is fine, I don't want to "kill time". At this time, I am slowly enjoying myself and enjoying a good time. A bad day should be "spent" quickly; On a beautiful day, we should stop and savor. Common expressions such as "living" and "killing time" remind people of the habit of "philosophers". They think that the use of life is nothing more than sending it away, killing it, and trying to avoid it and ignore its existence, as if it were a bitter thing and a cheap thing. As for me, I don't think life is like this. I think it is worthy of praise and full of fun, even in my twilight years. Our life is endowed by nature and is superior. If we feel overwhelmed and waste our lives, we have only ourselves to blame. "Fools are dull and restless all their lives, but they pin all their hopes on the afterlife." However, I don't regret saying goodbye to life at any time. This is not because of the hardship and distress of life, but because the essence of life lies in death. Therefore, only those who are willing to live can truly feel the distress of death. Pay attention to methods when enjoying life. I think I enjoy life twice as much as others, because the fun of life depends on how much we care about it. Especially at this moment, I see that life is running out of time, and the more I want to increase the weight of life. I want to seize the time to keep the fleeting days; I want to make up for the fleeting time by making effective use of time. The shorter the rest of my life, the more I want to make up my mistakes. Finally, I will give you a special topic on prose and poetry about time:/Shi Jian/I wonder if you are satisfied with my answer?
8. Find the clock of sentences and articles about time-Gorky, a drop of Soviet Union-click-click! In the dead of night, just listening to the wooden but continuous ticking of the pendulum will make you feel gloomy and terrible.
This kind of voice is monotonous and even, as accurate as mathematics, and always repeats a sentence: life is advancing tirelessly. Darkness and sleep hang over the earth, and everything is silent-only the clock coldly and loudly reports the passing of minutes ... The pendulum is ticking slightly, and every sound marks that life is shortened by one second, indicating that the moment given to life by nature is gone forever.
Where do these minutes come from and where do they go? No one can answer this question ... there are many other more important questions that have no answers, and our happiness depends on the answers to these questions. How can I live to feel that I am the person I need in my life? How to live without losing faith and desire? How can life make every second we spend inspire our spirit and wisdom? The never-ending clock may answer all this one day? -What will it say? Two drops-click-click! Nothing in the world is more ruthless than a clock.
It always rings at such an accurate rhythm, not only when you are born, but also when you greedily pick the flowers of youth fantasy. From the day of birth, every day is one step closer to death.
And when you are dying, the clock will count the minutes of your doom dully and indifferently. In its cold calculation-please listen carefully-there is a voice that feels sleepy and tired because of epiphany.
Since ancient times, nothing can excite it and make it feel precious. It's ruthless.
Therefore, if we want to live, we must create another kind of clock for ourselves, thinking of a clock full of emotion and courage to act, instead of this boring, monotonous, gloomy and reproachful clock. Three drops-click-click! There is no stationary point in the tireless movement of the clock-can we call it "now"? As soon as one second is born, the second second will follow, pushing the former into the unknown abyss ... Tick-tock, you are happy.
Drop down and click! The burning venom of pain flows into your heart again. If you don't try to make every second of your life full of fresh and energetic things, this pain may become your life partner and accompany you through every minute of your life.
Suffering is tempting and a special enjoyment of danger. With it, we usually don't look for other higher rights to be human.
But this kind of suffering, because it is everywhere, has become cheap and has not been noticed by people. Therefore, suffering is not necessarily worth cherishing-you should enrich yourself with something more unique and valuable, right? Suffering is a kind of falling gold.
You shouldn't complain about life to anyone; Comfort words rarely contain what people want. Only when people struggle with things that hinder their lives will life become richer and more interesting.
In the struggle, those boring and boring times will fly away unconsciously. Four drops-click-click! Life is ridiculously short.
How to live? Some people try their best to escape from life, while others devote themselves wholeheartedly to life. The former kind of people are empty in their later years and have no memories; The latter is full of spirit and memories.
Both kinds of people will die. If they don't dedicate their wisdom, body and mind to life selflessly, they will have nothing in this world ... and when you are on the verge of death, the clock will count your death time mercilessly-Didi Card! At the same time, new people are born every second. But you are no longer alive. There will be nothing left in your life except your body, which will rot and stink.
The mechanical creator reincarnated you into the world and then dragged you away from the world, that's all-can your dignity not be angry about it? If you are arrogant and humiliated because you obey the secret mission of time, then deepen your understanding of yourself in your life! Think about the role you play in life: a brick made, lying quietly in a building, turned into powder and disappeared ... It's tasteless and vulgar to make such a brick, isn't it? If you have wisdom and spirit, if you want to experience those beautiful turbulent moments in life with rich thoughts and feelings, don't be like this brick! Five drops-click-click! If you think about how valuable you are in this infinite movement of the clock, you will realize your smallness and feel heavy. This kind of consciousness will make you feel insulted! This kind of consciousness will arouse your pride, and you will be hostile to belittling your life and announce that you will fight it.
In what name? When nature deprived human beings of the ability to crawl on all fours, it gave them a crutch. This is the ideal! Since then, he has unconsciously and instinctively pursued beautiful things and made progress every day. Turn this pursuit into consciousness and let people know that only in the conscious pursuit of good things can there be real happiness.
Don't complain about your incompetence or anything. Your complaints can only bring you pity and charity from people with poor spirits.
Everyone is equally unfortunate, but the most unfortunate are those who beautify themselves with misfortune. These people are more eager to appreciate themselves than anyone else, but they are the least worthy of being favored by others.
Go ahead and pursue-this is the purpose of life. Let the whole life become a pursuit, and life will have a highly beautiful moment.
6 "Since man's road is secret and God surrounds him all around, why is there still light given to him?" This is the question that Old Job asked God. There are no such brave people now. He remembered that he was a child of God, created in the image of God, and dared to question God like old John.
People nowadays feel very humble. They don't love life very much, even themselves.
However, they are afraid of death, although it is well known that death is inevitable. Inevitable always conforms to the law.
You know, the process of death begins with the appearance of people on the earth.
9. Ask for an essay about time and race against time.
Original/Lin Qingxuan
My grandmother died when I was in primary school. My grandmother loved me the most when she was alive. I can't rule out my sadness. I ran around the school playground every day, so tired that I fell to the ground and cried on the lawn.
That sad day lasted for a long time, and my parents didn't know how to comfort me. They know that instead of lying to me that my grandmother is asleep, they might as well tell me the truth: my grandmother will never come back.
"What is gone forever?" I asked.
"All the time everything will not come back. Your yesterday has passed, and it will always be yesterday. You can never go back to yesterday. Dad used to be as young as you, and now you can never go back to your childhood. One day you will grow up, you will be as old as your grandmother, and one day you will spend all your time and never come back like your grandmother. " Dad said.
Dad gave me a riddle, which is even more terrible than the textbook "The calendar hangs on the wall and tears off a page a day, which makes my heart anxious" and "An inch of time and an inch of gold can't buy an inch of time". It also makes me feel a more indescribable taste than "time flies, the sun and the moon fly" in the composition book.
After that, I came home from school every day and watched the sun sink inch by inch in the yard. I knew that the day was really over. Although there will be a new sun tomorrow, there will never be today's sun.
I saw birds flying into the sky. How fast they fly. Tomorrow they will fly the same route, never today. Maybe tomorrow they will fly this route, not old birds, but birds.
Time flies so fast that my narrow-minded eyes are not only anxious, but also sad. One day, when I came home from school and saw that the sun was about to set, I made up my mind to say, "I want to go home faster than the sun." When I ran back and stood in the yard to catch my breath, I jumped for joy when I saw that the sun was still half exposed. I beat the sun that day. I often played this game later, sometimes racing against the sun, sometimes racing against the sun.
In the next twenty years, I benefited a lot. Although I know that people can never run through time, they can take a step faster than before. If they work harder, they can sometimes run faster. Although these steps are small, they are very useful.
If I have anything to teach my child in the future, I will tell him that as long as you keep racing against time, you can succeed.