When tomorrow becomes today becomes yesterday, and finally becomes a day that is no longer important in the memory, we suddenly realize that we have been pushed forward by time without realizing it, and become another self in this matter.
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The night curtains were drawn back, and the blackness spread silently. I played the song "Just Beginning" by Fan Bingbing on a loop, time always passes unnoticed, as if only yesterday I stepped into this strange and longing school, but tomorrow I will draw a conclusion for him.
I stood by the window, the deep night will be surrounded by the entire neighborhood, everything that is like my heart, the silence is great, just occasionally heard a few cars. I don't know what kind of emotion moved me, want to go out for a walk, walking alone on the street, let the light will be their back long, what kind of feeling?
The half-moon hung in the night sky, with a few wisps of dark blue puffy clouds wandering about. I walked aimlessly, the noise of the crowd came to my ears, this is a central square. The vendors were yelling, and there seemed to be everything for food, drink, and fun. People were dancing in the square, but most of them were middle-aged people, and the neon lights in front of me were all flashing, confusing my vision. I felt that the scene in front of me is so far away from me, seems to be pompous, just want to escape.
When I approached the lake, the fresh water came to me, and there was the sound of gurgling water, quietly flowing. Suddenly remembered the teacher had said a sentence: "When you feel tired, go to find a place with mountains, trees and water." Looking at the hidden reflection in the water, thinking about the truth of this statement, perhaps my heart can also be like this lake like precipitation. Walking around the lake to the north, noticing the changing faces around me, it seems that one face gradually aged, gradually climbed the wrinkles, until disappeared. Listening to the sound of their talk and laughter, family trivia, emotional entanglements, everything is intertwined. In the pavilion by the lake, there are three or two elderly people gathered. Further ahead, in an open space, those old people are playing Tai Chi, gentle and light. An old player played soft and soothing music. I walked to the end of the lake, stopped to admire, looking back to the way, time is so careless, accidentally white head, accidentally slipped to the end.
Just like Fan Bingbing sang in the song, "So much so that everything has just begun, gesturing on behalf of victory." I should be grateful that I have just begun, my life has just begun, I still have time, I can still cherish, I can still fight - until the white head of the young man, but also can look back on this past, a clear conscience.