Wu Yaoxin, Henshan Middle School, Anhui Province
"Time is easy to throw people away, red cherries, green bananas", this is the poet's eyes of the passage of time; "Zi in the Chuan said: the passing of the day is like a man, do not give up day and night", this is the philosopher's eyes of the passage of time; "Listen to the time fly" This is the literati eyes of the passage of time. This is the passage of time in the eyes of philosophers; "Listen to time fly" This is the passage of time in the eyes of literati. But I see the passage of time as "not regretting yesterday, not complaining about today, not afraid of tomorrow".
Time is passing, for the past yesterday, I choose to "let the past past" not regret. For yesterday's past, some people say, memory is the beginning of forgetting, forgetting is the end of memory. Some people say that the past should be remembered and not forgotten. Some people say that people who love the old are good people who are not happy now. And I have been holding on to what I thought at the beginning. I remember in a pre-test psychological counseling class, in the face of a young overflowing but remorseful unusual youthful face, I emotionally said "If youth is a book is too hasty, then we have to put on it (le) into the (liao)!". Yes, for each of us, no matter how brilliant or how bad our past is, when we go to face them directly, we can only choose to put them down, in fact, only when we choose to put them down, we can pull out, turn around, leave, and then start again! Two days ago, I asked my students to write "my three years" of the proposition essay, many children are regretting the wasted time, regret the youthful ignorance, remorseful feelings overflowing. And I want to tell them is: live a life of no regrets is the pursuit of each of our lives, for a young person, is to think of doing, did that is! So that when we are old, sitting by the warmth of the fire looking back, every wrinkle on our face will smile and say - my life is spent in no regrets.
Time is passing, and for today's present, I choose to "let the present be" of not complaining. For today's now, dissatisfied with a lot of people: the angry hair of the crown there is, resentment of the sky there is, and even more, complaining about the sky and the ground complaining about their own. But I choose to "roam with the sky clouds rolled clouds," not surprised, "laughing at the flowers blossom in front of the court" of the unintentional, only to pursue, not to force! In a discussion with young teachers, I said "as young people, we should be a little more vitality, less resentment; a little more atmosphere, a little less arrogance; a little more sharpness, a little less anger", this is true: work, life, can be described as "everyone has a predicament, each with trouble! ", however, we can not complain, can not complain! As the saying goes, "too much whining to prevent intestinal breaks, the wind is long enough to let go of the measure", when a person's grievances are too heavy, he will be complaining about the world, will not think about making progress, will "not find a way to succeed, but only to find excuses for failure", the general public, young people are more prone to do so, so I often teach my work, so I often teach my life. Therefore, I often teach my students that "never complain about those things that can not be changed, with action to change those things that can be changed, with wisdom to distinguish between the two", and I myself not only said so, but also strive to do so, because, only then, it is possible to become a" Seeing through, thinking, letting go, forgetting," the life of a wise man.
Time is passing, for the future of tomorrow, I choose to "let the future come" is not afraid. I am not afraid of the future of tomorrow, because "the future is still future", which is a motto on the blackboard at the back of the classroom of the senior science (2) class that I lead. It is also a kind of life attitude that I admire. I have been engaged in amateur psychological counseling work for eight or nine years, in my reception of all kinds of visitors, more is a variety of anxiety disorder patients: test anxiety, career anxiety, emotional anxiety 。。。。。。 They are all different, but high anxiety about the future is the **** characteristic of these people, and in fact is the real cause of their illness! Some sources say that anxiety has become the primary psychological general illness of our society. I don't know if this is a characteristic of a society in transition, or if it's the price of social development, but I clearly understand it too: if a person is always living in fear of the future, it's impossible for him to be happy! Although, I dare not say that the future is for me, but I know that the future is not illusory, the future is today's tomorrow; I do not want to say that tomorrow will be better, but I understand that the efforts of tomorrow will be very different; I will not say that the world has me is not worth a joy the world does not have me is not worth a sorrow, but I understand that life is not born to live, but should be polishing the dream, dance life.
Time is passing, for the past yesterday, I choose to "let the past past" no regrets; for the present today, I choose to "let the present is" no complaints; for the future tomorrow, I choose to "let the future come" not afraid. For the future tomorrow, I choose to "let the future come" without fear. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
Comments: The article is based on the main line of "time is passing", and the whole text is unfolded from the point of dispersal of what attitude should be taken towards the past, present and future. The opening with a famous quote and highlight the idea, the first and last echo, clear thinking, rigorous structure. (Zhang Fei)
Time is passing
Qingdao Jie Youtian
For many years, I have treasured an old handkerchief in my desk drawer. It was made of white cloth, which is rarely seen nowadays. On the top of the handkerchief, there were two simple white rabbits embroidered with red and yellow threads. Those originally bright silk thread, has long begun to fade.
I remember when I was in elementary school, all my classmates had a beautiful pattern of small handkerchiefs, only mine was cut by my mother with white cloth. I pestered my mother, hoping that she could buy me a beautiful flower handkerchief. My mother laughed and said, "You draw a picture on the handkerchief yourself and I will embroider it for you."
So I drew two little white rabbits on my handkerchief. When my mother was young, she was a master of embroidery here. Therefore, she easily made the two rabbits, which I had originally drawn as a four-dimensional, come to life in embroidery.
Although the handkerchiefs were made of white rough cloth, they were envied by my classmates. Because the lovely pattern on it was designed by my own hand ......
Decades have passed by in a hurry, and that old handkerchief seems to be a special gift to me from the years. Whenever it is unfolded, my eyes steeply penetrate those yellowed memories, as if seeing those two lovely white rabbits ......
Once, I picked up that old handkerchief and came to my mother's bed, and my mother, with the palm of that hand that could only move, gently stroked it for a while on the yellowed handkerchief. Afterwards, she smiled and said, "I embroidered this for you when you were in the third grade. It was raining that night, and in order to buy a new handkerchief, you were more emotional than the rain."
Mother's memory of it is surprisingly clear! I could not hold back the tears, quietly turned and wiped away. Time is passing, my appearance is gradually aging, but my character does not seem to have changed at all. Deep down inside, I still have the courage to wander the world, longing to find the freedom of the spirit. At the same time, I have always retained the goodness of my childhood.
Occasionally, when I meet with my classmates, they always say to me, "Only your character hasn't changed much, and you still like to listen and be silent like before."
Is it a coincidence that I collect that old handkerchief and my current state of mind? I hope that I, like that handkerchief, will still be able to cherish the warmth of my family's love and retain a true self as I slowly grow old with time.
Comments: Take the "old handkerchief" as a clue (the central image), and around the established proposition, to develop the whole text. The entry point is specific and clear, and the article is full of sincere and touching details that show the nostalgia for the mother and the constant cherishing of the affection, which is sincere. (Zhang Fei)
Time is passing
Urumqi Xia Aihua
Like an hourglass, one grain at a time, slipping into yesterday. I stretched out my hands obsessively, but I couldn't hold a single grain. Time is like fireworks, splendor of the entire night sky, but instantly disappeared, disappeared traces. Time is like a melodious song that lingers in your ears, lingering and lingering, winding around the beam for more than three days. And when I look back, I realize that the singer has long been gone.
Time should be as short as a spring day, right? And look at the Song Dynasty lyricist Zhu clothing "Fisherman's Pride", it will be more aware of the time of the "ruthless", let a person how sad: "The rain is delicate wind fine, ten thousand willows in the green smoke. The wet flowers of the trees cannot fly, and there is no end to the fall, and the spring is paid with the east flowing water. How much time is left in the ninety years? The golden tortoise has no plan. Sending Dongyang wine city, put together a drunk, and now the joy of other years tears." It turns out that spring is only three months short, ninety days and nights only.
The beautiful spring night, I linger in the poetry. By the ear, clearly came warm poetic Jiangnan ditty, like a poem, like a picture, infiltrate the heart: "lamp shadow paddle sound, the sky is still cold, the water is still cold. In my dream, the silk and bamboo sang softly, outside the building, outside the mountain, outside the building and the mountain, people have not yet returned. The people have not yet returned, the geese are looking back, the river of forgetfulness has passed, the person who is playing the zither has tears all over his shirt. The fine rain falls all over my shoulders. The sound of the flute is cold and the shadow of the window is broken. The sound of the paddles in the smoke and waves, where is Jiangnan?"
No matter how much I am in love with every second of time, no matter how y I want to retain time, let it stop, so that I can freely wander into it, such as into the sweet home. But the time is still not relentlessly forward, through the spring, came to the summer.
My heart tears, condensed in the chest. I wish time could see how y I love it and how attached I am to it. I even complained in my heart, time, you are too cruel, you are too ruthless, you are too cold, you are too selfish.
A beautiful morning, standing in front of the window of the season, lightly open the window of the heart, my heart release. The original summer is more beautiful, the flowers are like brocade, timeless as poetry. The original summer is more elegant, there are green trees like cover, bring a season of cool. It turns out that summer is more luxuriant, a window of mountains and the sea, let me embrace. It turns out, without realizing it, time has blossomed into a June flower, fragrant with my life, rich in my heart.
Let time bloom into a June flower, stop in the pistil of time, I also smile like a flower.
Comments: this young writer's test article, the literary grace, I'm afraid not the average student can imitate. The article first writes about the passing of spring, and then writes about the prosperity of summer. Life is exactly like this, the end of the flow can not be retrieved, so we do not have to worry, contempt; look at today or tomorrow, you will find the world so wonderful. (Zhang Fei)
Time is running out
Liuzhou green silk
Thousands of years ago, Su Shi in the "Red Cliff Fugue" sigh: "Lament my life in a moment, envy of the Yangtze River's infinite." Compared with the endless Yangtze River, life is but a moment. Time is like the vastness of the Yangtze River, dynamic, you only closely follow its footsteps, so as not to be left behind. Only by riding the barge in the middle of the current, with which to fight, in order to feel the pulse of life, to perceive the breathing of society, to understand what they are going to do. If you're just watching from the riverbank, you'll get nothing but grief.
In the face of the passing of time, we can never find another way, the only grasp, is reasonable and fully utilize the time. The premise of all this is to have a clear plan for their own lives, with a firm conviction, even if encountered setbacks, but also can not turn back, only the more frustrated and more courageous. Dreams, there should always be, no dream, there will be no effort, will only be lukewarm water like life, muddy.
Time for different people, has a different meaning. For the wise man, it is the best gift from heaven, because it allows the wise man to see more wonderful life, learn more knowledge, so that life and spirit to eternity; but for fools, time is like a lingering nightmare, empty and insubstantial, no clear goals and beliefs, inevitably lost, can only be numb to the virtual, day after day, year after year, until it can no longer be repeated until.
Although how to locate the direction of life and coordinates, is not an easy thing, but I always believe that as long as in accordance with their own beliefs unswervingly go on, the same can come out of a world. Because, all the people who have a clear plan for life, for the time to grasp tend to do better, can be the utility of the time to play to the extreme.
Ning Yue of the Warring States period is a very famous example. Ning Yue was a farmer who pulled the tail of a cow to plow every day. Unable to bear the pain of labor, he asked others how he could change this way of life. The bystanders told him that the only way to avoid such labor was to study and read for thirty years. So Ninh Viet continued to study tirelessly while others played. After fifteen years of hard work, he eventually became the state teacher of King Wei of Zhou.
While we don't necessarily have to agree with such a life, we can try to corroborate another answer from it and find another interpretation of life. And this is the dialectic of time and life. Only by making good use of time, life can be rich in efficiency, it is possible to make life more exciting and vivid.
Comments: The article argues that in the face of the passage of time, sadness, wandering is futile; we can do reasonable and make full use of time. The article is mostly theoretical, if you can use some examples to enrich the article, the article's argument will be more powerful. (Zhang Fei)
Time is running out
Beijing Han Hao Yue
Ask a fifth-grader, "Do you feel that time passes slowly?" He looks worried: "It's too slow, when will we get to summer vacation?" The same question was asked to a teenager in puberty, and he had a complicated look on his face, "A month I feel like a year so long ......"
A night deep in my memory, I suddenly woke up and had trouble sleeping. The kitchen faucet drips every three to five seconds, falling on the sink, but also on the heart of a young man who is prone to sentimentality. In that moment, I felt the speed and weight of time. In the process of waiting, three to five seconds becomes like three to five minutes or even three to fifty minutes as long as the light droplets through the eardrums to reach the heart, as if hammering.
The long time is desperate, it is like the black sea that covers the beach quietly at midnight, and you are like a weak fish that has lost all its strength, and before being drowned, you just want to be able to take a small breath of oxygen. When time is so slow, there is indeed a sense of life being swallowed up; but on the other hand, is it not a gift of time to life? It leaves its mark on every soul. Take the day as a unit, printed on an even scale, in between the scale, you can write every minute and every second with ease. When your soul is pulled by soaring desires and oppressed by heavy life, you will miss the simple years when your soul was set free.
When did time suddenly speed up, at 25, 30, or 40, 50? Or 40, 50? No one can find that node, just suddenly felt that the herbivore, always relaxing on the hillside, suddenly transformed into a fast, insatiable carnivore, which is most interested in fighting, tearing, and some people panic, some people helpless, and some people are angry, struggle.
Time divides human life into two halves, as the poet wrote: "Half light, half darkness". Also like the singer sang: "One day for birth, one day for death". The attitude towards time determines the quality of our life, and what we use our time for determines the direction of our life.
Time, please, stop - we can only use their own emotions to give heat to the cold time. I believe that there are many people in this world who have mastered the secret and know-how of "keeping time", and they are those who treat life as a "photo album", in which the ideal...
Time, please stop - we can only use our emotions to give heat to the cold time, Pursuit, life, emotions ......
Comments: professional writers' articles are mostly written with talent, and ordinary students "can hope" but do not have to "and". Time is "desperately" "long" and flies by quickly. We treat the attitude of time, determines the quality of our life; what we do with time, determines the direction of life. People should use the ideal, pursuit, emotion to warm the cold time. (Zhang Fei)
Time is passing
Qufu Ji Guangyang
One morning this spring, a friend gave me a pot of budding Manjushri orchids. The long sword-like leaves are bright green and fat, with a watery feeling, as if they had just been moved out of the trellis. From the center of the leaves, a half-meter-long scape springs upright, tall and sturdy. The upper end of the scape is divided into more than ten inflorescences, long flower buds or flower bones, pink through the crimson purple red, pleasing to the eye, the heart of love.
In the afternoon, I moved the Manjushri into the sunrise study, and the bright spring sun was shining in through the windows. My heart was bright, and it was the kind of brightness that implied the scent of fragrance. Looking forward to her in the bright warm sun early spitting stamens.
Just made a cup of tea, not yet finished, I found that the beam of bright light, with the sun moving west, has deviated from the Manjushri. I put down the cup of tea, and hurriedly moved the Manjushri to the bunch was cut into a long strip of spring light by the window.
Turn on your computer and search for the content of the Manjushri orchid - it is actually designated by the temple as "five trees and six flowers"! (i.e., the Buddhist scriptures stipulate that five trees and six flowers must be planted in the temple.) Suddenly, I felt that this plant for Weiweiwei Qingfen added a few mysterious colors.
Who knows, when I turned around again, this pot of orchids impressed, found that the dynamic beam of spring sun and silently shifted position ...... I hurriedly got up and moved the pot to the beam of spring sun that is constantly moving. It was only then that I truly realized the irrevocability of the word "time"! Today, I saw the true face of time, felt the urgency and irreversibility of time, and appreciated the coldness and ruthlessness of time.
And so, for about three hours this afternoon, in the limited space of my study, following the ever-moving sunlight, I moved the Manjushri orchid seven or eight times in a row.
Perhaps it was a matter of hard work? Just as the sun was setting and the spring sun was finally escaping from my room, the new Manjushri actually bloomed five stamens at once. These five quietly bloomed large flowers, each with six slender petals, purple-red in the center, pink on both sides, is slowly stretching around, and gradually to the back side of the bend, vivid and pleasant, elegant and generous, seems to be doing their best to show me their beauty and charm ...... In an instant, the entire study room is rich in floral aroma, full of fragrance. However, the flowering period of Manjushri is not long, not a few days on the withering.
I heart to cherish ......
Light time is a fragrant orchid, quiet flowers, but time does not wait for me.
Comments: Narrative essays are either won by plot or by emotion. This article belongs to the latter. And emotion has a common place, and the examination room proposition essay topic is relatively clear. Then the article can only combine their own personalized life to express their feelings. I think the inspiration of this article for candidates lies in the fact that we have to integrate our own life into the writing, and we have to load the universal emotions into our own life in order to be able to move people with emotions. (Zhang Fei)
Time is running out
Hangzhou Lu Yongqiang
Lu Xun told a joke: the master was happy to have a son. Someone said, "This child will become a big official in the future," and the master was so happy that he rewarded this person. The master was so happy that he rewarded this person. Another person said, "This child will die sooner or later." The master was so angry that he banished him from the house.
Whose prophecy is the most reliable? Naturally, it is the latter. Considering the dimension of time, in this world, the final victor is definitely time.
Truth is often ugly, even naked. And lies are always dressed up and welcomed by all. The days are like water flowing from the east, with no possibility of returning to the west. Life as spring flowers, a night rain, yellow leaves will be full of vigor; but the time passed, even if the night rain, but also can not escape the mottled vicissitudes.
Time is easy to pass, the age of the old. Time piece by piece to draw away your loved ones: you look at the elders one by one away from me, or suffered a change or suffering from a terminal illness; your friends youthful and vigorous, but in the face of the real society, but was crushed by life, decadent,...... you just stood next to them and watched them sliding into the abyss, unable to do anything about it.
In front of time, if you feel that nothing is possible in this world, it is impossible to change anything, and you do not want to change anything. If so, then this is the biggest sorrow in life.
Why does man have meaning, why does he have the ability to love people? His love, if not integrated into a higher love, will never be able to go out of the spell of time, either decadence or poor luxury enjoyment. The biggest difference between man and man is the use of time.
Huang Gongwang, a great painter in the Yuan Dynasty, was drunk in his early years until he became a minor official in his middle age, but he was implicated in prison due to the corruption of his superiors and almost lost his life. After his release from prison, he gave up on himself and drank wine all day long. It was only in his later years that he came to his senses and put down all his merits and interests. In his twilight years, he painted Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains by the Fuchun River, and died soon afterward. Huang Gongwang finally grasped the tail of his own time, leaving behind "the world's first landscape works of God" for future generations. When the world is on both sides of the "Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains" together to give a lot of "significance", few people think of Huang Gongwang's late state, the "last few strokes" of the glory of humanity.
Life to "zero" assertion, for the greed of the people, but will help ignite the fire, like Liu Zongyuan pen that kind of bugs, the way to see everything, constantly back on their own bodies, and finally be pressed in the mud. And for a participant in life, he knows that belongs to their own time is not much, only light load, in order to reach the end of the fastest, like the gliding movement, need to run, and then throw off the body of the weight of the unhelpful, in order to fly higher.
Comment: Lu Xun told a joke to lead to the topic of time, fit the topic. The point is that in the face of the passage of time should be lightly loaded, throw away the utilitarian in order to realize the flight. (Zhang Fei)
Time is passing
Chen Jiaqiao
Mr. Hawking sat by the street-facing window, counting the colorful blobs on the table, knowing that in half an hour, the coffee would be cold, and that the girl called Lida didn't know whether she would come or not. The only thing he was sure of, though, was that Leda had promised to come last night. He was waiting. For Mr. Hocking, waiting for Leda was both a sign of support for the young man, and at the same time was due to his trust in the young man. If one were to follow up on it, he actually hadn't thought there was anything wrong with dating a girl like Leda in the first place.
However, time was passing. Mr. Hawking smiled somewhat wistfully, a smile that was seen by the waiter, who quietly piled on another waiter to say that Mr. Hawking, who was waiting for someone, was sneering. The other waiter said, Mr. Hawking also cherish time ah. At first the waiter obviously did not think so, he said, Mr. Hawking is not so simple. As they chatted, Mr. Hawking gently gripped his coffee cup, and lifted it up, looking intently at a small bug on the rim, so absorbed was he that he didn't notice that Miss Lydia had come in.
He had been prepared to wait for her for half an hour, so he did not look up; he could not see Miss Lida, and Miss Lida did not recognize Mr. Hocking; though she knew what he looked like, she but could not believe that the old man sitting in the corner was Mr. Hocking. So she made a sign to the two waiters, and sat down in the far corner opposite Mr. Hocking. The two waiters served her, not expecting her to be the person Mr. Hocking was waiting for.
Mr. Hawking did a few things anyway, Mr. Hawking stared at his coffee cup, he saw the black hole, he saw deep in the universe, there was also a cafe, there sat himself and Leda, talking. He got a little distracted, and seemed to be accusing the girl of being late. The girl said, if time goes too fast, won't the black hole collapse, and then we can't sit here. Mr. Hawking said, Hawking says you're slow enough. The girl said, I mean hypothetically. Mr. Hawking said, that's hard to do.
The girl just laughed, and the girl, still sitting at the table in this real-life 2011 cafe, failed to come toward Mr. Hawking. For Mr. Hawking, he had recognized her. He knew the coffee was cold. But instead of waving her over, he said to the waiter, Go ask the girl for me, and say that a gentleman over there named Stephen Hawking has taken the liberty of asking if you're Leda, and that he's waiting for you.
Comment: The most important thing to avoid in an exam essay is subtlety. Such an essay style is not suitable for most candidates. (Fei Zhang)
Time is passing
Changhe
When Emperor Qin Shi Huang sent Xu Fu and a group of boys and girls led by him to the sea, his heart must have been filled with anticipation, and he was convinced that this magician named Xu Fu could find himself the medicine of longevity and immortality, and thus make time stop on him, so that he could be in the emperor's position for a thousand years. "The first emperor was the first emperor of the world, and the second emperor was the first emperor of the world.
He would not have thought that some years later, this seemingly solemn act of his became the biggest joke.
What is certain is that when he was in the six countries of the land galloped across, attacking the land, the wind in his ears wrapped, must be the rapid passage of Shaohua, after each battle, he sighed in the mirror in the tent, is the increasing gray hair, then, he must hope that the time to go a little faster, so that their ambition to unify the world soon realized. And when he looked at the world of the smoke is dispersing, his heart in the satisfaction at the same time must be overflowing with sadness: time is passing, the sea of the family business who can share?
This kind of feeling is just as fair and strong in front of the lords and heroes. Cao Cao, who looked at the sea from Jieshi stone, seems to be more willing to put his helplessness into the vast universe, "The sun and the moon, if out of it. The stars are brilliant, if out of their own", which is no longer on the life of my feelings, horizontal boundless universe, and vertical infinite time, people have been small enough to ignore the point.
Despite even Confucius such a master in the "passing" in front of the time in vain, but people never stop moving forward, forward posture, in itself, is the time of the counterweight to the short fight against eternity, the need is to hold Taishan over the courage of the North Sea. It is in such a tragic confrontation, human beings have created a miracle, so we see: time is passing, we are growing. Even if the frost stained white hair, even if life disappears into nothingness, we will give our hearts a perfect answer.
I have been y moved by a set of pictures like that: a couple of mountain people in the remote mountainous areas of Guizhou, bought a cake on the street, a break into two, each happy and satisfied to eat, their hands, hands full of the vicissitudes of life, tightly held together ...... That may be the first time they ate the most delicious food, and may also be the The only time they went out of the mountains, more often than not, they were alone in the depths of the mountains to the birds, farming, laboring, feeding chickens, picking water ...... Their only solace is to labor idly look at each other and smile, said nothing, but has been the exchange of the feelings of all living beings.
Time and them, is meaningless, because their survival has transcended the passage of time.
"Life is endless from generation to generation, and the river and moon are only similar year after year. I don't know who the river and the moon are waiting for, but I can see the Yangtze River sends flowing water". In Zhang Ruoxu's melancholy, what we see is the unceasing struggle and the pathos of striving forward, no matter how the time passes, there is only one thing we have to do, to let ourselves grow up in the passing of time.
Comments: The article is written by Emperor Qin Shi Huang, Cao Cao, and Confucius to a couple of mountain people in Guizhou. In the face of the major problem of "time passing", the author thought about a thousand years and traveled to the past and present. The point of view of the article is thought-provoking: let's fight against the passage of time with positive and active actions, and let's grow up in the passage of time. It should be noted that the proposition "time is running out" is not a point of view in itself, but a phenomenon and an existence. In the face of this phenomenon and existence, we should maintain such an attitude, which is the point of view. The point of view should be enlightening, of course, to inspire people to move upward. This article has a clear point of view and can inspire people to think positively. (Zhang Fei)
Time is passing
Zhang Yu Ming (247200) Anhui Province demonstration high school Dongzhi three
The last handful of snow huddled in the alpine valley finally could not tense up, entrusted to fall in the grass, turned into a sliver of water, converged into a spring, flowed into a stream. Time and it accompanied, but also passed into the depths of time ......
Yes, what else can be like the river as the river as a monstrous interpretation of time, and what is like the river in the universe as the "three states" switch so freely? The elusive time, people can not directly describe, have to resort to the magic of the river to describe it. So there is a "son in the Sichuan said: the dead like Sifu" sigh.
When the geese fly south, we know the change of seasons; from green silk to white hair to know the passage of time. "Young people do not know the taste of sadness", mostly because of the knowledge of time is still a chaotic state, such as the weak crown is not, naturally, there is a gradual gradient has slowed down, the years have suddenly been late remorse. So there are many regrets related to time, such as in a certain period of time, love did not say out loud, but became the love of others. In the passing of time, filial piety is not in place, loved ones but not to be.
The time given to each person is a day twenty-four hours. But everyone's attitude towards time is very different. Some people say that their time is too much, more than a whole lot of throw away also have no hesitation, so in the red wine and green bubble, in the drunkenness in the lying, in the "Great Wall on the table" side of the sitting, so the time in the glass flowed away, in the extravagance of the erosion in the gambling table to lose all of them. These people believe in today's wine today drunk, tomorrow's worry tomorrow, but where do they know, "spring to spring back, flowers will bloom again", just the cycle of the season, spring is not yesterday's spring, flowers are not the previous flowers.