In daily study, work and life, when it comes to essay writing, we must not be unfamiliar with it, with the help of essay writing people can reflect objective things, express thoughts and feelings, and convey knowledge and information. I believe that many friends are very distressed about writing essays, the following is my help to organize the time as the topic of the essay, just for reference, I hope to be able to help you.
The moon decorates my window, you decorate my dream
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Time silently with a spot of rust in the corner of the bicycle to leave the seal of the years. Once the bicycle life has been far away from me, only occasionally wandering in my dreams, embellishment is not colorful dreams.
How much I miss those simple and pleasant bicycle life!
Early spring afternoon, pack your bags, cross the bike, let the mood to take themselves through the city streets and alleys. Do not ask yourself why you came, where to go, just to enjoy the afternoon time, let the mind to breathe the breath of life, looking for a moment of peace.
Standing at the mouth of a long alley, leaning on a bicycle, watching the sunset will slowly stretch the shadow, extending to the unknown corner of the alley, framed in the gray mottled walls. Looking at the wall "so-and-so is a big bad guy" crooked graffiti, as if back to the wonderful childhood. The wall of the two worn wooden windows open, a hair gray old man quietly stood, there, let the hands of cigarettes curling up, in the orange sunset, a dense. One day in the future, will I also stand so quietly, and will stand in which corner of the earth? To decorate a window of what kind?
The late fall morning, jumped on the bike, began with the time do not know how many times the five-minute race, just its end point to the future, my end is the classroom. Stomping hard on the pedal, the street on both sides of the familiar street trees fell out of the leaves, like the vicissitudes of life and gnarled hale and hearty old man watching me, the heart inexplicably gave birth to a faster power. Imagine the wheels spinning fast whether it will bring up the roadside autumn leaves behind me like a butterfly fluttering, leaving a little warm poetry to my hasty forward. The unnameable aroma coming from the breakfast store reminds me that breakfast is still lying quietly in my school bag, and I feel the protest of my stomach more and more. The ticking of the second hand of the clock on my wrist seems to be still there, adding to the anxiety inside.
Stepping into the classroom with the rapid sound of the clock, looking back at the carport where the bike is standing quietly, thinking of the class teacher's blank stare when you are late, a good thrilling and cozy morning!
The time is not slow and unhurried forward, taking away the seasons, taking away my bicycle life. Looking back at the corner of the quiet bike, fortunately, there you decorate my dream, my life is still not lack of scenery!
At this moment, my small world, filled with leisure full of endless white, boring and idle, as if a white as snow on the drawing paper, quietly waiting for us to add color to it, depicting a colorful life
I wish that the leisure time, turned into a fresh green it! I put aside the endless white, forget the boredom and loneliness, into the embrace of this green grass. My white drawing paper, but also depicted on the light green. Look, the boundless green ah, green let a person refreshing incomparable. The grass is swaying in the wind, and the beautiful flowers are the icing on the cake. I lie in the embrace of nature, as if it is the child of Mother Earth, let the breeze breeze over the face, let the sun shine. Sometimes, I gently lift up the turquoise and soft grass, tenderly caressing, feeling the taste of close to nature.
This time, quickly let my leisure time into bright red! Historic red-brick old houses, narrow stone road everything here, through the vicissitudes of the ages, filled with the flavor of the past, making me feel like going back to the ancient times. I strolled in its midst, and y in love with it, intoxicated by it. It, although there is no busy street on the endless stream of cars, but especially quiet, with a different flavor. I can't help but shout: Hello, old times!
With the refreshing and bright green, I picked up the brush and carefully depicted the colorfulness of my life. In fact, it should not be dull, but rather colorful. Don't believe it? You see, lovely children are talking and laughing walking in the street, running and jumping; teenagers hooking shoulders, face smiling like a flower; adults stride, wind and fire walking. Of course, there is no shortage of naughty and cute pets I sat alone on a bench, passing the leisure time, in fact, our city is also very beautiful!
A piece of white paper, gently point colorful colors, will become a beautiful painting, and leisure time, plus a variety of tastes, will also become sound.
If time goes back If time goes back, I came to the summer of 1979, and became a nine-year-old father.
My relatives called me "Deng Erwa" because I had an eleven-year-old sister and a three-year-old brother. The three of us were together all day long, laughing and playing, and we never knew what it was like to be "alone".
I live in the countryside, in front of my house there is a crystal clear stream, there are small fish, shrimp and crabs in the stream, in my eyes, they are as happy as we children.
Every morning, after eating the fragrant breakfast prepared by my mother, my friends and I went to school along the path along the creek in pairs, all the way like birds chattering excitedly, and parents never seem to worry about car accidents happen to us.
After school, my buddies and I enjoyed playing in the creek. "Look! Look! Little fish!" "I caught a little shrimp!" "Haha! I caught a loach too!" I shouted excitedly with the loach in my hand. Laughter drifted through the flowery afternoon.
As soon as I got home, my big yellow dog immediately ran to me with its tail wagging, and "Meow--" the three-legged kitten scurried out of the woodpile as if it knew that I had brought back a tasty dinner for it--the loach. -Mudskippers.
I made a face at the two of them, teased a bit, and then put down the schoolbag, picked up the basket, and my sister and I went up to the mountain to hunt hogweed, to reduce the burden of labor for Mom and Dad.
After dinner and homework. I hurriedly guarded in front of the radio to listen intently to my favorite children's program "Little Trumpet". At night, the breeze, the starry sky, I snuggled up to the most loving grandmother, listening to her tell those ancient stories ......
Through time and space, I changed back to myself, in front of a wide range of toys, the TV is playing the "Bears", Dad lowered his head to immerse himself in the world of the phone. Thinking back to everything that my dad experienced when I became a child, a feeling of disappointment came to my mind ......
Essay 4 on the topic of timeIf time can be turned back, can it stay in the time of the fight with grandma; if time can be turned back, can it stay on the eve of the death of the old man.
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That day, I just came back from school, and when I arrived home, I watched TV, I ate and watched TV, which I knew that my grandmother was waiting for me to go to dinner. After a while, Grandma came over and said, "You're out of school, why don't you go eat, the food is cold." I absentmindedly said, "You and my grandfather eat first." Grandma pulled me out of the room without saying a word, telling me to eat some rice and warm up the food. I impatiently broke away from grandma's hand and said, "I'm not going, you guys eat. Grandma got angry and said, "How can you be nutritious by just eating those messy foods, I told you to eat some rice and you still won't eat!" I also top grandma, finally, grandma also by me, the pair of dark eyes clearly show disappointment, looking at the bent figure, my tears can not help but flow down.
If, once again, I will go to my grandmother's house for dinner first, so that my grandmother less angry, I will not argue with my grandmother, will not contradict my grandmother, do not want to see my grandmother's disappointment, if the time can really be reversed, I will change that situation.
Grandpa, I don't know when he left, and no one told me, time back to the day before, my mom came to school to pick me up, let me also go to send grandpa, the past scene by scene in my mind: grandpa riding a bicycle to send me to school, and every time I went to grandma's house, grandpa looked at my smile, so kind, so really as if it was yesterday.
If time can be turned back, I will definitely make those things that make people sad to draw a perfect end, just time will only go forward, not backward.
The good times, like the beautiful clothes that have been outdated, can only be recalled. Time can flow backwards, I want to make compensation for the previous regret. Just like the clothes without color drawings, pictures on the color.
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The time as the water flow, in a flash is the sea, things change, more grudges, love and hate entanglements in this long time, are just a drop in the ocean. People's life is long, but only a hundred years. And in this hundred years, and how much time is used to enjoy a leisurely and quiet life?
At one time, I was most envious of those tea drinkers in the book, sitting down in the tea house on the street, holding a cup of tea, watching the pedestrians on the street, listening to a section of the storytelling, a long time will be in the tea house with the aroma of tea flowed through. Nowadays, although there is no old time tea house, there is no original building in the never-ending storyteller, but I can make a cup of tea, set a plate of pastries, holding a book, sitting quietly in front of the window, looking out of the building green hills, the wind whisks the birds singing, enjoy this moment of leisure. If you want, you can also play a soft music, so that their bodies and minds in the sound of music to relax, intoxicated, not for the mundane things bother. At this time, time will be slowed down, quietly pacing gently beside you, and you *** with the taste of life leisurely flavor.
Fingertips in a page of the book jumping, thoughts in the text between swimming, experience another world of sweet and sour. Occasionally, when I see the emotional point, I can not help but with the characters in the book, as if they are the main character of the book. Sometimes the wind blows the curtains, in the air to draw a beautiful . Arc, pulling my line of sight, will I recall from the book. Faint fragrance in the air slowly wafted, silently infiltrated your breath. Lightly close the book, hold up the tea, gently blowing away the tea leaves floating in the blue water, sip a mouthful of tea, let the tea spread on the tip of the tongue, the time is also with the tea fragrance silently dissipated.
A cup of tea, read a book, listen to a song, look at a scene, and then sit quietly alone, this is my quiet time. The book page flip, time in the fingertips slowly flow, the years quietly carved mottled lines, silently, he has left. Outside the window, the setting sun, gold and red sky mixed unusually dazzling, books, desks, teacups, people, in this quiet time, and this gorgeous sunset, leaving the years a quiet picture scroll. At this time, the years are quiet, time is not old.
The river of time is always flowing forward. No matter what kind of scenery on the bank, it will carry a sweet dream. The countryside is always full of cozy green. I am often intoxicated in the dream of the countryside.
The sunlight withered aloe vera, black moss on the brick wall, the sky gradually spread out the old gray tiles, set in the farthest part of the line of sight is a piece of bamboos, the wind blew away a layer of dark green and light green, crowded with like to splash out.
I felt my grandmother's pace, she gently lifted the curtains and stood on the balcony, her eyes were dancing green wind. The malachite hairpin she had pinned to her white hair was glowing with an eerie green light.
The intertwined pumpkin vines on the red wooden shelves were raging and sprawling, and the thick dark green color flowed and crashed on each leaf, and seemed to have splashed out some juice that dripped down onto the hut under the vines. The sky looked like the center of a whirlpool in a tsunami, slowly brewing a huge typhoon. I was in the center of that seeming peace, trying hard to break free but never succeeding.
I woke up in a dream as my grandmother groped the sandalwood cabinet for a candle. Matches cut through the darkness, and the flame trembled and bloomed. "Can you stay away?" Grandma came over holding the flame and asked me in a voice drenched in worry, "There are no pumpkin vines in town, no" I closed my eyes and shook my head before she could finish.
I have to go, I have to go. Even how beautiful this town is, it is not my destination after all. My destination, in an unknown place far away, I do not know if I can reach, but understand that if you do not move forward, only cower in the countryside motherly embrace is never able to touch the shadow of that destination.
I didn't cry when I left the countryside, but just looked at the wet green flow on the car window out of mind, far away, there won't be this green. But there, surely, there would be other colors, and a wide platform for me to level off towards my destination.
The things I encounter are different every day. Some give me tears, some give me smiles. Finally, I will cherish the blossoms and not be afraid of the flowers falling. The twists and turns that I have traveled through will all turn into rainbows. The green of the countryside flooded the river of time in my memory
Essay on the topic of time 7Those things that I once thought would not change, but unknowingly and silently changed for the better or for the worse. Things that were once there are now long buried in the old days.
Dazed and confused, wandering in the old days, drifting all the way, but can not find the original self.
I still remember a few years ago, I will be for a small thing is not worth mentioning with other people's face red, will be because of other people's unintentional praise for a long time, and even think that you can reach out to touch the sky. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new one, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new one.
Now, those attributes have disappeared without a trace. I no longer stubbornly adhere to their own ideas, but chose to go with the flow; I no longer trust others as in the past, but always keep a defense against them; I no longer put the joy, anger, sadness and joy to show outside, but put on a hypocritical shell; and no longer fight to show their own, but a lot of things very well hidden in the heart, no one knows.
Just such a me, but also no longer happy. That time naive and simple smile, in the sunshine a little disappeared. And I was in the old days, but also farther and farther away. I don't know when I started to become this way, so I lost my way in time without realizing it. I can't resist this huge net of life, want to choose to escape and can only helplessly face. Just like living in the fog, no matter how to fly, but also can not find back to the light, can not see the light.
Life is like a tattered scroll, with the time of the old, changing the appearance of the unknown. I lost the initial confidence, but also lost the initial dream, and even forgot the initial self. Now in the old times in the bitter search for the original back, but can no longer chase back. It turns out that I can not go back, those things will be with the passage of time, hastily away from me. It was only then that I realized that there are some things that cannot be discarded. Twilight, only to realize that we are a group of children running in the old days, but ultimately in the time had to bow down and admit defeat.
Time with his prosperous haste, with its unique way, let me feel incomparable fear and bewilderment, but also therefore honed my pace forward. The footsteps of life, whether heavy, or light, from which you can taste the pain of failure and confusion, as well as the joy of growth. In fact, this is the faith I seek in the old days. Forget the sadness of the old days and smile at the coming tomorrow. We still have a long way to go.
The old times have gone away, in fact, there is no need to pursue. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
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Once the mind opens, it has been laid out in the article or poem, back to the side of the fine degree of slow volume, volume of memories, volume of collection.
The gentle spring wind, blowing away her smile, followed by the spring rain, faintly wiped away my smile
In the rain, in the wind, we have laughed, cried, playful, whenever the spring comes, messed up the head of the I always miss our previous time.
Someone said: "Junior is a painting." What moves me is to be able to meet you in the painting, only to realize the preciousness of friendship.
I remember a rainy day, after school, did not bring an umbrella, standing alone in front of the school, should have gone home with you, but that morning
We argued over a small matter, and now I feel ashamed, and you must not dare to leave me to go home! I lowered my head and thought, just when I was dazed, you appeared on the side of a large breath of gasping, while the body is frozen slightly shivering, holding a wet umbrella, I was a moment a little overwhelmed, hastily took off his jacket to give you a cloak, wrapped around your small and weak body. Our hands clasped together, mutually, is so warm, suddenly feel this wind is not cold.
I remember going to school with each other, I remember I was bullied when you stood up to me, I remember the test did not do well when you encouraged me: "No relationship, next time and then try again, will certainly achieve a good result." But all this is far away, and today you, good?
Many years have not been contacted, but also from contact, I miss the previous time there is no barrier and suspicion, only encouragement and cherish.
Those days, really a wonderful time in our lives, let people stay and hard to leave.
When I sent you away, my heart broke. The wind forgot my tears, and the rain made us embrace each other again. At this time, you still have my bracelet, and there is a hint of reluctance in your eyes.
You go, I do not cry, no matter how much heartache, you go, I do not cry, I bless you.
That time, too, will remain in our memory.
I hope that when we meet, we can still recognize each other at a glance and call out each other's names.
Today, I happened to pass by a road, a familiar and unfamiliar road, and unconsciously, a colorful picture came to my mind, depicting that difficult to remember the elementary school time.
At that time, I always walked home from school, and passing through this road with my classmates was almost the happiest time of my day. We talked and laughed all the way, and the road became unusually short. Once, we played too much, I simply darted in front of the classmates in the back to chase, I abruptly a left turn, ran to a flower bed, crouched down to hold up his head, repeated in a low voice: "can't see me, can't see me," followed by a burst of laughter. We laughed all the way home, and this happiness has been with me throughout my elementary school years.
Happiness is always the main color of childhood, but even the brightest pictures have dull colors.
A test I played badly, on the way home, classmates with a meaningful smile said: "Oops, this test I failed, how are you?" In the face of naked mockery, I angrily ran forward. But without running a few steps, I tripped and fell to the ground, a pain in my legs. Seeing this, they immediately ran over, busy helping me up, patting off the dust on my body, concerned: "Hey, we are just kidding, what are you seriously doing? All right!" My regret came to me. A picture came to my mind: an unruly beast was sensitized by his companions to be kind and sympathetic
In this bitter and sweet, time rushed by, and the loss of separation is also a colorful part of this time.
The last time to report to school, back when we are still talking and laughing, but everyone must be disappointed in the heart. Perhaps this is the last time we walk this road together, only to see this road is very long, leading to the unknown far away. We have repeatedly emphasized the future often contact, but since the separation, we have never met, but their faces and smiles still flash in my mind from time to time, just a scene on the road is still occasionally staged in his sleep, but the sadness of the separation is still fresh in my memory, and I still feel a little sad
This road reflects my elementary school life, reflecting that a colorful time. Pain, disillusionment is there, but more is joy and happiness, perhaps, this is the charm of that period of time!
No need to follow the traces of yesterday, you are still yesterday's you. I'm not sure if you're a good person, but I'm a good person, and I'm a good person. If the holding of the heart makes you lonely, then I choose to pretend to forget, and still keep you in my heart.
Leaning on the window, look at you, on the other side of the red dust quietly feel that Qingming rain on the pear flower fall.
This year, the window in front of the plum blossom, who was folded to the end of the world in the coming year? Who sits idly under the green window, thin cut one night light flower? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a pair of shoes. Who is sad to hold a lute, light to play the falling geese flat sand? No need to remember reed, do not bother to hang on, do not ask again, these years of floating water, and how many years old. Turned spring and fall and winter and summer, many years later, you and I will meet in where? The dead are like this, a thousand calls do not return. The sea is so vast that it has lost its color. Floating and sinking in the world, the light will be full; grass and trees, also know the cold and warm. Our hearts drift outside the white clouds, trying to find a stable home to settle down. How many sentiments need to be stored, how many promises are expected to be realized, how many misses are eager to start over. But the time is running out, and there is no turning back. Some feelings, after all, can not be replaced; some destiny, destined to be so short.
It is said that the sound of the bell in the deep courtyard of the Zen forest is the cleanest and most beautiful language, which allows obsessive people to learn to put down, so that the restless heart to learn to be peaceful. The youthful acquaintance is a pure pale, lost the protagonist of the story, should we forget? The world of love like a cloud like scrolling, try to practice forget, forget in the dust, there has been a she, there has been a you, there has been a clear encounter.
The heart of the language, indistinct smoke, a paper is difficult to Lyric, because it carries too much waiting, too much love and too much affection. Acacia, silk into a wound, a paper is difficult to tell, only because it is overflowing with too much longing, too many expectations and too much love. The pen walks between the red dust, love two entangled, green hills with the water, look back in a flash.
The time has eroded into countless lovesickness at the whisper. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do it all in one place. A warm thought, crossed the dust and smoke of the years, can arrive at your soul lonely at the long shore. A song of desire, through the memory of the long sky, can listen to my heart deep shallow monologue.
The only thing I can think of is that I have a long history of love.
I only wish that you are safe, I am safe, I am safe, I am safe.
May July be better for you and me.
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will be graduated, the heart has too many feelings and reluctance to look up at the campus of the blue sky, the air is still full of that fragrant flavor, those quick-tempered, as well as chronic white clouds, like cream on the buttercream is still on my sweet smile; playground swing, is still tirelessly shaking ah shake, as if it was still like yesterday general friendly call to us; the campus entrance to the swing, is still like yesterday general friendly call to us. The swing on the playground is still swaying tirelessly, as if it is still friendly like yesterday; the big iron gate at the entrance of the campus is singing the same song as always; yes, everything has not changed, only the national flag fluttering in the wind, witnessing that we were once as gorgeous as a rainbow, as sweet as a chocolate-like good times.
The first day of primary school
I can't forget that when we first entered the elementary school, that a tender face, full of how confused and bewildered. Everything in the campus is like spring flowers warmly winking at us, we are happy in the campus spinning, running a small figure from tireless. Little magpies chirped around the friendly teacher, asking questions that were so innocent and cute, delicate and crunchy: "Hello teacher!" How still rings so clearly in the ears.
Athletics for the class to win
I can not forget, third grade physical education class, I fell down the high steps, my knee instantly flowed with blood, when I have not yet reacted from the pain, students have long flocked to me, comforted me, embraced me towards the infirmary, the pair of small hands to me full of warmth and strength, that a face of concern, I am still I'll never forget it.
I can't forget, last year's Teacher's Day, now think about it, that should be the last Teacher's Day we spent in elementary school, we put the hand-written to the teacher's card pasted on the blackboard, a sentence of blessing, a sound of nostalgia, such as flowers like a blossom, where is the blackboard yo, that is clearly a building of the wall of love.
Dance "Forward"
I can't forget the laughter of the students; I can't forget the teacher's gentle eyes; I can't forget the ice-cream on that summer afternoon; I can't forget the competition on the art festival, I can't forget our dance - "Forward", I can't forget the happiness of our gala. The past scene by scene, and then turn back, seriously survey the campus where we once lived, here floating with our laughter, but also once left our tears of growth.
Can't forget, wonderful elementary school time, I will treasure you in my memory of the music box, forever!
If time can be turned back, I would like to start again and change many things that I think I am not satisfied with, so that my life will be more wonderful and brilliant!
If time could be turned back, I would be more diligent. In the previous years of study, childish me instead of a playful me, always thinking about how to play to be good, not to mention diligence, this bad habit from elementary school has always been the ghost of the pursuit of me. When I reached middle school, the first monthly exam made me realize that my grades had dropped so much. Thinking back to the past, I just complete the homework assigned by the teacher every day, never find the time to study on their own, even if a little bit of effort will also be rewarded ah, but I ......
If time can be reversed, I will learn to take care of myself even more. I remember from the moment I croaked, mom is my backbone, my steering wheel. When I was a year old, my mother taught me to eat; when I was two years old, my mother taught me to walk; when I was three or four years old, my mother taught me to talk; when I was five or six years old, my mother sent me to elementary school, one hand to carry the bag, and one hand to hold my hand. ...... When I first crossed the threshold of the junior high school, my mother was working in a foreign country, and the thought of spending a period of time with a group of students who were strangers, I felt good in my heart, I felt good in my heart, I felt good in my heart. The time, my heart feel so empty, head blank, as if into a vast desert, lonely and helpless, I'm so afraid of ......
If time can be reversed, I will learn to cherish. There are always many regrets in life, just the moment you instantly turn back, the God of Fortune has gone away, at this time, people always love to complain about God, why no longer give me a chance? But is God wrong? One thing is still fresh in my mind. In elementary school, Xia was my best deskmate. We used to laugh together, cry together, all the pain and sorrow, pleasure and excitement of the years I
We walked together. In those beautiful days, we talk about everything, together to help each other, is he, let me feel the pure friendship.
However, the good times are not long. I remember the rainy afternoon, we all coincided to the school, still as usual, about the interesting things on Saturday. As a result of a small matter, there was an argument between us. A long semester passed, we never said a word, even if by chance encounter, but also just rub shoulders, I know, all this is my fault, is my former very friendly table on the other side of the river, let us each other like strangers ......
If time can be reversed, I will let myself become more
If I could turn back time, I would make myself more perfect and never repeat the mistakes I made to make myself regretful, but will there really be such a day?
A huge time machine appeared in the empty room, with a dark blue shell and a conical body, I opened the hatch and walked in.
I typed in the dynasty I wanted to go to - the Ming Dynasty - and the time machine lifted up and drilled headlong into the radiant time tunnel. After a while, the time machine landed on an empty field, I looked up at the sky, ha, it was already dusk. So I slept in a hammock in the time machine.
Early the next morning, I was disoriented when I heard the sound of war drums, "dun - dun - dun - dun - dun - dun - dun - dun - dun - dun. "I climbed out of bed with a grunt, and ran outside to see that there was a city in the distance, on the city, a general in armor calmly directing the battle, and below the city, a group of cavalry is besieging a city gate, the gate has three big words: Deshengmen. Looking at this familiar scene, I shouted out of my mouth, "It's Yu Qian! The Defense of Beijing!" But I didn't expect that it was heard by the group of Wala cavalry, they flew towards me to chase me, I looked at it, and immediately ran back into the time machine at the speed of a hundred-meter sprint, mobilized the time machine, and flew far away.
At night, I never dared to come out again, and used the monitor in the time machine to observe the four surroundings, only to see in the distance, the Ming army on the city gates drove up dozens of cannons: "Boom-boom-boom-boom! "The Warat army suffered heavy casualties, and their leader - Yixian led the army to withdraw. Looking at the outside side of the messy battlefield, I no longer want to stay, and mobilized the time machine to the end of the Sui and early Tang Dynasty.
I just got off the time machine, I saw the school military field there are two people are competing, a person holding a phoenix wing gold-plated boring, crotch red charcoal fire dragon colt, the other hand with a radium drum Weng Jin hammer, crotch with "Wanli cloud". This is not Yuwen Chengdu and Li Yuanba martial arts? I quietly watched, see the wonderful place, I can not help but shout up: "good -" this shout, making the guards on the side of a chaotic arrow release, the sky arrow like a poisonous snake to me, I turned and ran. Just to the time machine, the arrow touched the hard shell of the time machine, issued a "clanking" sound, hey, I'd better hurry back to the 21st century.
Back to the door of the neighborhood, looking at the small children in the play, grannies dancing in the square, I can not help but sigh: "or now the peace era is good ah!"