Rule number one: Time flies.
Zi said in Sichuan: "The deceased is like a husband, not giving up day and night."
Time is not easy to find, so smart people invented clocks, and people got the concept of time in the alternation of hands or digital transformation of clocks. Poetic people compare time to running water, lamenting the ruthlessness and urgency of time in the endless flow.
I have been running forward. When I'm really tired, I'm afraid my temples are gray and I'm dying. However, as long as the last sigh hasn't arrived, no one wants to think much, just running towards their poor goals, without thinking too much. When the finish line came home empty-handed, it was too late for all regrets.
Like all sentient beings, I don't know what the destination is, but I keep going and dare not stop. I'm afraid I don't even remember the finish line. That's the most painful thing.
The time that passes by in a hurry will never be stop for a minute because of your sentimentality. Even if you throw thousands of boulders, it is still futile to stop the flow of the past. It took people's joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, fame and fortune, love and hate all the way quietly, quietly passed away.
There are countless voices in my ear saying: give up! What's the use? The chances of success are slim. Some wavered, but did not stop, and continued to rush forward. Another voice said to me: stop, the scenery around you is beautiful. If you miss it, you lose it forever. I only said thank you, but I still didn't stop, always thinking that there would be more beautiful scenery ahead.
Life is a journey. In our hurry, we missed a lot of scenery. What people pay attention to is not the scenery along the way, but the mood of watching the scenery.
Even at the end of life, there is no aura of success, so what? I paid, I tried, what matters is the process, not the result. Are there any successful results after the experience, such as "rich second generation" and "official second generation"? Without the wonderful struggle process, are they still perfect lives? What's the difference between walking dead and walking dead?
Time is accompanied by hurried steps. Some people walk ahead, others fall behind. Anyway, there is only one ending. Doing a good job in the process of life is the most important thing.
Even in the process of moving forward, it is inevitable to leave regrets.
Some people say that Lu Xun would have written a more thought-provoking article if he hadn't copied the ancient monument under that locust tree. Writers sometimes waste time, not to mention us. But I still have to go on, as Mr. Lu Xun said: "Although I have my beliefs, when it comes to hope, I can't deny it, because hope lies in the future, and I can never convince him of the so-called distributability by proving that I have nothing."
There is hope when you go on, and there is motivation when you have hope. Romain rolland once quoted a sentence: "No struggle can be completed once and for all, and the struggle is repeated every day. People must persist day after day, otherwise they will be eliminated. " If you take doing something as your hobby instead of using it, you may be more likely to succeed.
Life will eventually die, do what you like in your lifetime! Don't be too obsessed with the result, the wonderful process is the theme of life. Think of Cangyang Jiacuo's poem:
Persistence as deep as the abyss
This is the road to death
Stubborn as dust
It is futile to return in vain.
Persistence is tears.
This is a broken heart.
Break and disperse
I'm in a hurry. I'm safe.
Chapter 2: Time flies.
The stars move, and the shadow of the years lingers under the stars; Life is like a dream, and the hurried traveler lingers on the left bank of life. We rubbed our sleepy eyes, and before we could understand the world around us, it was another spring and autumn with a flick of our fingers, and 20 14 waved goodbye to us.
A few sunsets, a few mornings, a few spring breeze, a few autumn days, we shuttled between the vast sea of people. How much love and hatred, how many tears hate love and hatred, the road of rivers and lakes is difficult. Time passes by us in a hurry, and when we wander on the left bank of life, we will inevitably encounter some bloody events; When we gallop between heaven and earth in China, we will always witness some swords and shadows.
Time flies, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle, tossing and turning, and the shadow of the years has mercilessly slipped away from us. Throughout the ages, people have been describing time. Even if time is in a hurry, people can only sigh. The complaints in my heart can only be buried deep in my heart. No matter how unwilling I am, the years have gone quietly, and I have no idea of staying.
"Young people don't work hard, but the elderly are sad." The ancients gave us a warning. We are still young, if we waste time, then when we suddenly wake up and turn around, the day will come, and we can only sigh the ruthlessness of time. What's the use of being so sad and worrying? "It is a night for men to study", and the ancients awakened many ignorant teenagers. After studying hard at the cold window for more than ten years, we all succeeded for the future.
After more than ten years of wind and frost and rain and snow, do you feel that time flies? Looking back, the years are seamless and the sound of the waves remains the same. Each of us has the same gorgeous morning glow, the same colorful sunset glow, the same hurried past years, the same forever forward time ... everyone is the same, and the treatment is the same. If you want to make youth have no regrets, you must work hard under our sky and strive for progress under our starry sky.
Don't blindly envy others and deny yourself. In that case, we will have no words of self-confidence and no courage to show our individuality. Staying in other people's time and space for too long will only increase our inner emptiness and sadness. Time flies, we should cherish ourselves.
Time will not sympathize with you, please don't stare ahead. Darwin explained the truth of "natural selection, survival of the fittest" in evolution. This is a world where the law of the jungle prevails. Time is cruel, and we won't let it drive us to our satisfaction. It slipped away and passed. Life has no return ticket. There are no reasons and excuses, we just need to be kind to time. In life, we will hit a wall everywhere, but time always flows away in a hurry. Why don't we make life poetic? Drinking wine, enjoying the moon, writing poems and drinking tea will make life more elegant and time warmer. It is not that we are relaxed in our career, but that we can move forward silently in a poetic life.
We are mediocre, but in this life, we still walk proudly through this journey, and we all know it in our hearts. Don't need too many words, don't need too many confessions. Life is easy to get old, and we will be severely thrown down by years. Without the cruelty of facts, life is a play. On the stage of life, we should make good use of time.
Stepping on the wind of time, let us sweat heartily. In our leisure time, we look back at the footprints we have passed, a string of unique footprints, and we have no complaints about the hasty slip of time and the update and replacement of spring and autumn. Standing on the bridge, we walked forward, not afraid of the jungle. As time goes by, we are still in high spirits.
On this stage of youth, we should open our hearts and rap about youth heartily. We can't wait for opportunities. Opportunities belong to those who are prepared. What are we waiting for in this broken cocoon and butterfly youth and this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity? Do we have to wait for the years to slip away mercilessly, leaving you with little tears? No, what this society needs is a spirit of hard work and a positive and optimistic taste. Light and shadow are like arrows. If you can't adapt the environment to you, take the initiative to adapt to it! After years of experience and polishing, we believe that we have the courage to speak. Those of us who have experienced practice will be able to speak our dreams boldly then.
The stars blink, the moon moves slowly, and the starry sky is always so beautiful. However, time is so ruthless. As soon as it opens and closes, it is bright again, and time always comes and goes in a hurry. We are not the darlings of the world, we are just walkers in a hurry in the vast sea of people. Blue sky, green lake, lush grassland, vast sea ... everything is so beautiful, we might as well stop in a hurry, take a deep breath quietly and enjoy the magic of heaven and earth. However, years have not given us the right to enjoy forever, and enjoyment depends on our own efforts. Without the tears of struggle, years will make us sad. Li Bai wrote in his poem: "Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he likes, and don't point his golden cup at the moon!" " But time will not always be so sunny, nor will it always be wine and food. We still have to fight.
In this rebellious period of youth, some people will indulge in the sea of wine, thus deducing a life of drunkenness. Although there is wine today, it is not so glamorous, and it is not so touching. Time flies, and we can't stop in the sea of wine.
The years passed quietly without stopping. The moon falls and cries for a thousand years; The sound of the waves remains the same, and the original night is not seen. Through the traces of time, things are different. We walk on the track of time, without giving time too much decoration or words. Give it the figure that we chase our dreams with time, and give it the footprints that we leave when we run with time.
Time is an invisible arrow that penetrates our feelings of chasing dreams. In the tunnel of time, we can't drag out an ignoble existence in the shadow of time, nor can we deliberately hide our inner hypocrisy. In the tunnel of time, let's row, gently shake, row slowly, shake off the indescribable sadness, row across the endless emptiness and row to the other side of success!
Article 3: Time flies like an arrow, like blinking.
As soon as the winter vacation is over, the children can't wait to rush home, just like a bird that just inserted wings and flew back to its nest, with thoughts, excitement and pride. Their arrival was wrapped in a warm atmosphere, just like the warm sun in winter, bright and warm, emitting an intoxicating atmosphere. Looking at these lovely birds, I gave them a homework topic, which is cleaning on Sunday.
After breakfast, I said, children, let's get started. Be careful, clean and leave no dead ends. After receiving the instruction, they rolled up their sleeves, picked up the rag and went to work happily. The sun shines through the balcony glass and French windows, and the room is bright and warm. The sofa in the living room, the flowers on the ground and the picture frame on the wall are all bathed in a bright room.
Zi Ling, the second daughter, swaggered into the kitchen with the slogan "Where there is oil, there is me". Nephew Mix proudly walked to the balcony; The eldest daughter, Angie, walked firmly into grandma's room in the master bedroom. Seeing them in their positions, I went to my daughters' bedrooms and study.
I walked out of the bathroom with a washed rag and caught a glimpse of the whistle of bending down to clean the window. I was a little excited at the moment. The sun is whistling, with a bright face and clear outline, which looks like a three-dimensional oil painting-1. He is 80 meters tall, with big eyes and a square face. Although he is not big, he is angular. When he smiled, a pair of shallow dimples appeared on his face, and a pair of close-up glasses set him off like a pupil. I couldn't help turning my eyes to the north and looking at Zi Ling through the glass bars in the kitchen and dining room, where she was also busy with her knees bent. Zi Ling also grew into 1. A 70-meter-old girl, thin, with long hair hanging casually behind her head, wears a pair of nearsighted glasses under her broad forehead, but the lenses can't cover her big wise eyes. I once joked with my daughter that if you don't wear glasses, you will be more beautiful. The daughter proudly said that wearing glasses shows that we are knowledgeable! Hey hey! I went to the study and passed the door of the master bedroom. I saw Angel crouching on the ground, carefully wiping the rattan chair where grandma had sat. Mother-in-law sits in a chair to eat and rest every day. When people are old and have poor eyesight, it is inevitable that some soup will spill on the chair. My daughter wiped it with a wet towel over and over again along the rattan. Looking at her serious appearance, I felt a sense of pride. I think my daughter, who was generous, quiet and beautiful, has a new heart and is also a kind of beauty.
Time flies like a blink of an eye. Think that year, Angie was born for more than seven months and went to her aunt's house in the country. I took my second child, Zi Ling. Angie is difficult to raise after weaning. She just turned one year old and got whooping cough. My husband and I felt like a knife when we saw the child bending down and dying when he coughed. I, a mother, am always ashamed of my children. When she was three years old, she went back to the city to attend kindergarten. Although the whole family, including Zi Ling, is very kind to her, she is still like a relative, unable to let go, afraid to joke with her father and talk about her favorite things with adults. After we found out, we took countermeasures in time and gave her courage and confidence. It was not until junior high school that the child completely let go of that nervous heart. Zi Ling was obedient when he was a child and smart when he grew up. He is a good boy at home and at school, and he is not disturbed by adults.
It's annoying that my nephew whistles. Xiaoxiao is a clever and frustrated child. When I was a child, I was naughty and fragmentary. He came to my house to play and climbed into bed to pee. Come to the city to look after his grandmother, just put a covered jiaozi on the honeycomb briquet stove. As soon as the lid was lifted, Jiaozi, who was busy whistling, buckled jiaozi on the ash and hurried on her feet. Grandma brought a covered jiaozi, and he took the opportunity to sprinkle two handfuls of ash into the boiling water pot. 10 years old, his mother, my sister-in-law, was killed by a disease. Xiaoxiao and happy Mix suddenly became orphans. In the face of this family disaster, I understand my responsibility. I want him and my daughters to grow up healthily and happily together. When I was in junior high school, I went to the director of the school's academic affairs office and said, please put Xiaoxiao and my daughter in the same class. At that time, I encouraged my children to apply for the city middle school during the senior high school entrance examination. As a result, all three children were admitted to City No.1 Middle School by their own achievements. I taught them to be studious and enterprising, to keep fit, to have faith and ideals, to respect teachers, to be caring and to work hard ... Now, Mix has grown up, his body is strong, and his mind is as healthy and sunny as his body. Whenever I think of him and see him, I feel indescribable excitement and want to cry. I often silently say to my dead sister-in-law: Don't worry, sister-in-law, our whistle has grown up.
In a flash, the children will be 20 years old. The three children grew up together, studied together, entered the university for one year, and were admitted to the national key schools.
In a blink of an eye, the child has been in school for more than two years.
A figure flashed into my bedroom. I looked up and whistled. He went to war again. In a short time, Zi Ling also went into the bathroom and toilet. Looking at these busy figures, I think it is right and necessary to arrange this exercise. My room is often cleaned at ordinary times, and my daughter also takes the initiative to clean it when she comes back. One of the important reasons why I decided to do this cleaning is to teach them a lesson, so that they can understand that housework is also their duty and will be needed in the future, whether it is a girl or a boy. With this passive cleaning, they will have an extra page in their life resumes, and they will not fall down because of this lesson in their later lives.
"I have a little donkey that never rides.
One day, I rode to the market on a whim.
I have a small whip in my hand, and I am proud of myself.
I don't know how to pull a lesbian. I'm covered in mud ... "
This song came from a room at first, and then sounded in every corner. Although none of these accents came from south to north, it was like a frog croaking and immediately led the chorus of the whole bay.
The room is getting brighter and warmer. It was the warm winter sun that penetrated all the doors and windows of the south wall, jumped into the room and gave a deep hug to all the objects that greeted her. Oh, the warm sunshine in winter can shine brightly in front of your forehead or behind you.
Article 4: Time flies.
If you had only one day left in your life, what would you do? Will you still spend as usual?
What time is it now? When in your life? When you were born, the clock of life began to count down. Do you know that?/You know what? When you lie in bed and recall the past, will you have any regrets? Aren't you timid about the fantasy of the future?
Time, you say not short, you say not long, but why can't you let me enjoy that quarter of an hour quietly, let me savor the sweetness of my childhood and let me relive the carefree past slowly?
What time is it now? It's 6 o'clock! Oh, no, time, you run slowly and let me catch up with you; What time is it now? 12! No, no. Time, I want you to stop and let me take a nap.
Time, my pen is horizontal at the fingertips and vertical at the fingertips. Did you run away again? Silence? Can you wait until I finish writing a gentle chapter in my life?
What time is it now? It's 23: 59! Time goes by, maybe I am white-haired, but time, let me draw a full stop at this last minute, and let my life chapter end perfectly. Without that period, no matter how good this article is, it is just old wine that has passed away.
"Bang", the clock stopped and the pen stopped. Stop, stop, everything has stopped, it's 24 o'clock! Why, when I picked up the article again, a tear ran down my eyes, across my cheeks, and fell on the chapter of life with endless regrets? ...
What time is it now? How many people have such questions in their hearts? But you know, the alarm clock of life has been with you since you were born. The time on the clock ticks. When have you ever noticed it? Only when it passes through your fingers, leaving no trace, can you suddenly look back, but time has already slipped away and will never look back!
Chapter 5: Time flies.
I remember the first day I came to live in school, and I was bitten by mosquitoes everywhere. I don't sleep well every day, and I can't wait to go home early every day. I thought time would be sad, but now I know that time will slip away when you don't care. Unconsciously, I have been in Longzhang Primary School for ten days.
Tomorrow is the last day. Originally, there was no nostalgia, but today (July 20) afternoon, I saw the reluctance between those students and teachers. They exchanged gifts and said they would come to see us. I'm infected, too, and I feel a little nostalgic. Looking back on so many days, it seems that I have done nothing, and I feel like I have done something. Sometimes I ask myself, do you regret coming to the countryside? The actual trip to the countryside is not as good as you think. Will you regret it? But I don't think I regret it. Although I can't sleep well every day, I am quite satisfied mentally. I have made more friends here and enhanced our feelings. Maybe when we suffer together, our feelings will become United! Because we live together, have dinner together and have a busy day, we will discuss what difficulties or happy things we met today in the evening, and our friendship is gradually deepening. Maybe there won't be such an opportunity in the future ―― let's get together to eat and live. I want to cherish this opportunity, so I want to cherish this trip to the countryside.
It is not so much that going to the countryside is the benefit we bring to children-let them know more knowledge that schools can't learn, but rather that the children who participate in the three rural areas have brought us benefits. Because they are willing to come back to class, our activities in the countryside can be carried out; Because of them, we have the same topic; Because of them, we can eat together and live together. Thank you, children! And all the people who organize agriculture, countryside and farmers, thank you!