get through
The flight of time is always in it. But we won't change everything. Because this is everyone's experience. Different experiences will always lead us to different destinies! Grow up in this fleeting, mature in this passage. I believe that only in this way can the future come to you. Seize any opportunity at this time, and don't always fill yourself with regrets. That kind of life will not be happy. Time will be fair to everyone. I believe that everything is the same for everyone. It's just that the choice is in your own hands. Everyone will have a different fate. I only hope that I have been treated gently! The lost time is gone forever, then learn to cherish the present, perhaps only in this way. We can have everything better! Life should be full, without any regrets!
fortune
We have walked through this world, and we have tasted the ups and downs of this world. Maybe only the orbit of the world is still changing. What remains unchanged is the initial heart! What has changed is our life. Time flies, I just hope to catch up. After all, if you miss it, you will miss it forever. I just hope that all these opportunities will come to us. I hope this is also the pursuit now. That's what I want in the future! May live high achieve what it wants now. Everything is in your own hands. May tomorrow remain beautiful. Time flies, you are worthy of your beautiful youth!
Time is too dead, but this is a fact that will never change. I only hope that the world will always be gentle with us! We have a long way to go before we grow up here! I just hope that each of us can have it. I believe that we have all walked through this world. Treat all this. We are more willing to pay sincerely! I believe all efforts will pay off. May tomorrow be better, and we are still heart to heart!
Time is running out, I hope we can all get better!
Time-based composition 2 was hit by a typhoon again. Looking at the pouring rain outside the window, I have a lot of thoughts.
The sultry air mixed with the hot flashes of the typhoon swept my body and spirit.
I used to feel that my memory was super good. I remember clearly anyone and everything I have seen or experienced. But recently, I found myself forgetful. It seems that people and things will be forgotten if you are not careful.
What time is it?
I think time is a powerful bleaching agent, slowly bleaching my memory, feeling and mood. I am afraid that one day I will lose my memory and forget those people, things, feelings and waiting. But it can make me forget those injuries, those pains, those unhappiness and those helplessness. So, sometimes I will be very contradictory, do you want to forget.
In the face of feelings, I always dare not let myself get too deep. Fear of loss, fear of injury, fear that they have nothing to give each other. I thought I was smart enough to play with my feelings, but in the end I realized that I was just playing with myself. There are always many voices calling around. Life is short, and girls' youth is shorter. Eat, drink and be merry in time, or you will be sorry for yourself. What's more, you will be blatantly asked to do something. I'm devastated. For the first time, I felt completely behind the times. Some things I think I can only do after I get married are so casual and indifferent that I even criticize my way of thinking. I began to wonder if there was something wrong with me.
Come to think of it, I'm not wrong. I live according to my own wishes, take my favorite road, do my favorite things, become a person I admire and reach the realm I yearn for. I like my personality and my principles. There is no need to live in other people's eyes. Think about it this way, I am still very grateful to them. They let me see many social realities, make me feel special and make me like myself more. There are many temptations in society, but as long as you have a firm belief, live according to your own wishes and turn a blind eye to those temptations, that is success. For those messy things, they will only choose to forget. It turns out that forgetting can also be addictive or habit.
I just hope the world won't forget me for too long, because I'm afraid I won't remember being here.
Time is like a sad elegy, lining the last sunset on the horizon and quietly passing away ... Life has taught us to accept and face it calmly, just like we greet the sunrise and bid farewell to the sunset every day. Life seems to be full of meaningful greeting and confession ceremonies, just like the growth of plants on the earth, flowers bloom and fall, and everything is natural.
At the most beautiful end of the world, we saw the endless earth, the far flowing river and the vast world in our hearts, so far-reaching and profound. The same is true of the sun, which keeps setting at sunrise and sunset every day and meets us unexpectedly.
This reminds me of an experience I had. I got lost when I got on the train and disappeared like fog. Before getting on the bus, I grabbed a book called "Man, where are you going?" . Yes, sometimes we really don't know where we should go at a certain time or at a certain time. What should I do?
How should we spend our lives? We often wonder where life comes from and where it is going. What we know in a limited way, but what we can see with the naked eye, is a plane that travels across the world. However, when a touch of sunset suddenly struck, when the sunset almost hit the window glass of the train from the horizon, my mind was suddenly opened, and my sight and thoughts stuck in the book were attracted by it.
Sunshine, nature and everything touched me deeply. My eyes are moist, and the truth of life that people are looking for stays in the sunset on the transparent window and finds its extremely ordinary but unusual answer.
Although the residual sadness will gradually disappear on the horizon like the sunset glow, it is immortal in life, and it will rise every dawn and morning like the sun.
Time is the fastest and slowest, longest and shortest, most common and precious, most easily overlooked and most regrettable thing in the world. Step by step, how far has it gone, never stopping, after seconds, minutes, hours and days, it adds up to weeks, months, years and generations. Gorky said: "Time is the fairest and most reasonable, and it never gives more points to anyone. Hard-working people can leave a bunch of fruits in time, while lazy people leave them with white hair and empty hands. " We can't let time stay, but we can do something meaningful all the time. Cui Yuan, a writer in the Eastern Han Dynasty, was an official who assisted the north. When I was a county magistrate in my forties, I was unfortunately arrested and imprisoned for some things. He heard that a jailer was proficient in etiquette, so he seized all the time to learn from him. When the jailer interrogated him, he also took the opportunity to ask relevant questions. His spirit towards learning sets an example for each of us. Time is the unit of life, and some people often do more things than others with the same time. Edison, a great American inventor, devoted himself to his work all his life and became the king of inventions with 20xx inventions. When he proudly announced his 79th birthday; "According to the average workload, I am 135 years old."
"An inch of time is an inch of gold, and an inch of gold can't buy an inch of time." Everyone knows the truth, but why should people waste time and life? Nowadays, many young people, unable to find jobs, drink and have fun outside every day, or stay at home and do nothing. Obviously they are all adults, they still add a lot of burden to their parents. These people accidentally fell into the abyss of crime and became "dangerous people" in society. These people often have the idea of "talk about it tomorrow", thinking that they are still young, enjoy themselves first, and then consider their jobs in a few years. In the end, tomorrow is another day, and tomorrow is a waste. One "today" is worth two "tomorrows". Those who do what they did that day and put everything into tomorrow will eventually accomplish nothing.
Sometimes I always complain that I don't have enough time and do a lot of things, but do I really blame time? This is like water in a sponge. As long as you are willing to squeeze, there is always something. After all, it's because you didn't pay close attention. Jefferson put it well: "People who never waste time have no time to complain that they don't have enough time." When you are sad, time will slip away from your complaints. I really appreciate Mr. Zhu Ziqing's statement about time in Hurry. Time is like an unselfish and unmoved old man. It won't stop because of any action you take. It will only laugh scornfully at your wasted time, and then walk on by.
For a person, time is life, and time is limited. Without time, life will come to an end. Do you want to tear it up as a calendar day by day, leaving only a rusty calendar folder? People live to realize value. Why are some people's lives of great value and others of little value? Take a closer look at what they have done all their lives. Some people are constantly completing those meaningful things in life, so their value is reflected in their study and work. Only the more things you do, the better you do, the greater the value of life; On the contrary, if a person keeps wasting time, his life value will be pitiful.
Do you love life? Then please cherish time, because time is the substance of life.
In my home, there is a lovely and naughty me, a clever father and a "time" mother. Why do you say she is "Time" mom? It's a long story
Once, I went to the bookstore and my mother went shopping. Before I finished reading my book, she came to urge me: "Hurry up!" " It's past 4 o'clock, and I have to play the piano when I go home. "I asked strangely," no ". How do you know the time without your mobile phone? "My mother said impatiently," Oh, don't be in such a hurry, I said 4 o'clock! " "I speed up the reading with a grain of salt. After reading it, I took the selected book to the cashier to pay. My mother said, "It's half past four!" " "I think, so accurate? When it was my turn to pay, I glanced at the computer on the cashier. Oh! It's four o'clock, 3 1! I opened my mouth wide in surprise. Mom smiled and said, "Huh? Is it accurate? " "no! One minute! " Having said that, I really admire my mother.
Another time, I finished all my homework and finally got a chance to watch TV from my mother. After watching it for a while, my mother said, "Turn off the TV! Wash your face and sleep! " I pouted and said, "What time is it? Just sleep! I haven't finished watching TV! " "no! After reading it, I got more than 10. It's not too early to wash your face right away! " Mom is heartless. I turned off the TV with a sad face and sat on the sofa. "stare blankly? Wash your face. " Cried the mother. I sighed and began to brush my teeth. While brushing her teeth, my mother taught me earnestly: "How can children always watch TV?" Hurry up and study hard. How time flies when watching TV! Remember that "an inch of time is worth an inch of gold, and an inch of gold can't buy an inch of time" and "young people who don't work hard are pathetic"!
My "time" mother is really amazing! She taught me to cherish time, study hard and be the master of time with famous aphorisms.
I love my "time" mother!
Composition 6 On the topic of time, what is time? Time is invisible, you don't know how fast it is. Time is like a handful of sand lost from your hands. We can't catch it and stop it.
Sometimes, you will feel that time flies by you, and sometimes you will feel how slow time is, as slow as an old man. No matter how slow time is, we can't catch it, and no matter how slow it is, we can't stop it.
At night, I look at the stream from the window. This stream is long and thin. I looked at the slowly flowing stream and thought, what is time? Is this the time? In autumn, I sat on a park bench, and I watched the yellow leaves slowly falling to the ground. I thought, is it time? Sometimes, I will sit by the stream and look at the vibrant little fish in the stream. What's it like to swim happily and think about time? How fast is the time? Sometimes, I think of time as an old man, but sometimes, I compare time to a young teenager, but whenever you are immersed in a kind of happiness, you will always find that time is running like a young teenager, but whenever you are immersed in a pain that others can't understand, time is like an old man.
Think so much. Suddenly found that time passed unconsciously.
In my mind, time is an old man, but sometimes I think time is a young boy.
On a snowy day, I quietly watched white snow fall from the sky. At this time, my mind will always take me to a spiritual world that I have never been to.
In my opinion, this is time. For me, time is an "invisible man" that I can't catch or hear. Sometimes it is fast, like a galloping horse, and sometimes it is like a snail lying on the ground in my heart. It is time.
Time composition 7 grandma's anniversary just happened to be a holiday, so I went back to the village with my family.
The wooden door creaked when it was pushed open, and the three big buttonwood trees in the outer yard were still there. There used to be a soil slope more than one meter high on the east side, with all kinds of small trees, lush grass and frequent snakes. Now, it is flat. There are only trees less than one meter high and no weeds. There are some unknown flower trees in the west. There is a puddle in front of the henhouse. The peach pit accidentally thrown in when I was a child has now grown into a big tree with thick arms. Two peaches were hung on the tree last year, and the yellow flesh was sweet and crisp.
There is a door between the outer court and the inner court, and the main room of the inner court is blocked by the shadow wall. There is a water press in front of the screen wall, but the water can't be pressed. Its surface is covered with thick rust, and it seems to be broken when you pinch it with your hand. The skin inside is full of cracks and breakage.
The painting on the screen wall has faded, and the vines attached to it have disappeared. I still remember when I was a child, every Tanabata, I would sit under the grape trellis with a small bench, waiting to listen to the conversation between the cowherd and the weaver girl.
My mother and I lived in the west wing when we were children, and now we can't see the original color of the door. The new comer removed the old lock and installed a new lock, which really doesn't match the blue-gray room.
The wardrobe used at home is gone, and the kang is still there, just with new bedding.
I remember when I moved out of here ten years ago, I picked up many "heart" cards and some postcards in the closet. The postcard has been yellowed, and the "heart" card is well preserved, but the corners are a little upturned. My father gave it to my mother, and now I can't find it.
The east wing room is used to store sundries. When I was a child, I went to school in the village, ran home after class, came to this house to get something to eat, and then went back to school, only five minutes before and after. It's locked tightly now. However, dark green doors can no longer be closed seamlessly.
The first room is where grandma lives, and my brother brought her up. There are three cabinets behind the main room, one with a 17-inch black-and-white TV on it, and the other with a double door and clothes in it. The other is a heavy, bright red locker. When I was a child, my mother told me that there was a photo of my grandfather in this cupboard, but my grandmother never showed it to us. Now, there are photos of her and her grandfather on this cabinet. Black-and-white TV is long gone, and so are the clothes with double doors. There are yellow mourning clothes now. When the heavy box is opened, it smells rotten and ancient, which makes people want to cry.
The winter jujube tree in the yard was blown off by the strong wind and the Chinese toon tree was cut down. The passage between the main room and the west wing is full of rusty chicken cages. The small room for bathing between the main room and the east wing room has been sealed, and the ground is covered with thick moss, and no one cares.
This blue house is like a sleeping beauty. She let time carve wrinkles on her beautiful face like a meat cleaver. She has been there all the time, and seems to be silent for a long time.
The sentence "Time is gone forever" in composition 8 encourages us to cherish time, so we played a time game this afternoon.
We sat in our seats and waited for Mr. Lu to come to class. Teacher Lu said to us, "Let's play an action for two minutes." We couldn't help moving, and a long snake came out of the hole. There are sharpshooters. A tiger went down the mountain. I put a golden rooster on it. At first, everyone was in high spirits, and in a blink of an eye, it became a "bitter gourd face."
I am also like a teetering tooth, swinging from side to side. It seems that my hand is not a feather, but a stone, which is sour and tired. I prayed in my heart while holding on: time, time, why are you holding back like an old man with crutches? I hope time can put on a pair of wings and fly forward quickly.
The teacher said, "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six ..." Finally, I ran to my seat and forgot to rub my arm, just like a vegetable, lying on the table. I slowly raised my head. At this time, I heard an exciting good news. The teacher said, "Now, I can move freely and do anything." Suddenly, the classroom seemed to burst into boiling water.
Some students play passing the circle, some play with their wrists, and some play with their fingers 1+ 1. Me and Lin. Li Jiayi went to play drums and flowers. I picked up my notebook and Li Jiayi called to start. I quickly handed the book to Lin and she threw it to me. At this moment, Li Jiayi suddenly stopped, and the book was in my hand. I muttered, "quirks, quirks, Li Jiayi quirks".
Lin said to him, "OK, I'll perform a program." In Lin's happy laughter, I was also infected, and all my previous troubles ran out of the cloud nine. Just as we were having fun, the teacher suddenly stopped and it was time. I had to go back to my seat sullenly. Why is time like an arrow leaving the string?
After careful consideration, we finally understood the secret of time. When you are happy and full, you will feel that "the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle", and when you are bored, you will feel that "every minute is like a year". In any case, we should cherish time.
Time-based composition 9 suddenly has a melancholy feeling. Look at the sign of this class, grade five.
Yes, unconsciously, I have entered the fifth grade, and I feel that these five years have passed so fast; Looking at the calendar, I found that there are only two children's days to celebrate, yes, there will be no children soon; Think about your age, the first calendar year is coming. These twelve years, I grew up in the arms of my parents, like a flower in a greenhouse; In the next 12 years, I will make a living in society, just like a flower in a strong wind. The hands on the clock go very slowly. How I wish time would stay at this moment forever. i do not want to grow up. i do not want to grow up. When I grow up, I have no family. What should I do? However, this is impossible, so what we can do is to cherish the present, cherish time and cherish childhood. Before, I thought there was still so much time. It's okay. But now, I feel so little time, so little time. Not only is there so little time, but I am also very painful and annoyed. Why didn't I cherish this precious time before? I was wrong, wrong. Fifth grade! I will graduate soon, and I want to cry at the thought of being separated from my classmates who live together day and night. I didn't know how to cherish it before, and I got angry and fought with my classmates, but a year later, I wanted to quarrel and I couldn't see it.
I can't imagine what I will be like after I leave them, because I'm afraid, I'm afraid I can't stop crying when I think about it. But I can't. I've been thinking about it. Whenever I think about it, I lie in bed and cry. Slowly, I understand that the best way is to cherish the present time and have a good time with my classmates. At school, watching those first-grade pupils play those "childish" games, I suddenly have a feeling of wanting to play with them and play those "childish" games. I envy them very much. They still have a childhood, and my childhood will slowly pass away. Childhood is only once, so cherish it! Cherish time! Cherish now! Cherish childhood!
Time-based composition 10 can be continued if time permits. I really don't want our primary school friendship. When flowers bloom and fall, there must be withering.
Time is an indescribable word. I remember when the primary school started, I always complained that time passed very slowly, and I felt like a year passed. But in the sixth grade of primary school, I finally realized that time was too fast, like a flash in the pan, with no gap left. Sixth grade is always fast. Every time I hear "tick-tock". The second sound of "Tick-tock" sounded and stopped. I always hoped that time would stop and continue. Make every day really like a year.
Primary school is the time for each of us to lay the foundation, whenever there is hope in our hearts. Every seed takes root and sprouts, representing a happy seedling. One day, it will grow into a towering tree, flourishing and wrapped in its heart. A joke, a language, all represent the 59 hearts of Class 6 (3) connected together, and the more they are connected, the tighter they are, without any gap. It seems that the wild chrysanthemum field in full bloom is beautiful and competitive.
Time, second by second, we are getting closer and closer to each other. Maybe that represents the end of the fate of Class Six (3). If time can stay, we will all be calm, but time can't be as we wish. It is better to open your heart with happy flowers at that moment and face it calmly. Perhaps, as we wish, fate can stay and continue.