In Zhu Ziqing's "Hurry", "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 realized that he left in a hurry, and when he reached out to cover his arm, he passed by the covered hand again ... "I used to think it was too dull and gorgeous, but now I find it is a portrayal of daily life, especially the last sentence," Smart, tell me, why are our days gone forever? " Thought-provoking.