In the daily study, work or life, we always inevitably have to contact or use the composition, right, according to the different genres of the composition can be divided into narrative, expository, application, argumentative essay. What kind of essay can be called an excellent essay? The following is my carefully organized passing time essay, I hope it can help you. What is the conspiracy to extinguish that elegant, quiet state of mind, so that at this time I pen difficult to down.
Sitting quietly in front of the window, blowing the air-conditioning to send a gust of warm wind, so that I have a kind of feeling of the arrival of spring. Get up, take off the coat, and colleagues sitting in front of each other and smiled, and then sit down, and then pick up the pen in hand, want to write something, write something good? What should I write about? A life of mixed flavors? The fleeting years? The three-foot podium of the dashing style? Or ... so write and draw, constantly sketching their own feelings of life.
The pen sighed with the time of the year, the heart of the realization of the passage of time. Another year is the end of the year, we will again year after year to summarize their points. Quietly recall their own so a year of time, in the busy and leisure in the cross and pass, sometimes uncertain and decisive, every day at two o'clock in a line in pursuit of life in the plain, in the three feet of the podium on the splash of their enthusiasm, in the hands and feet between the interpretation of the soul of the teacher, in the children's world of innocence in the search for the joy of childhood ...
Look up to the window, the weather haze! The weather is hazy and gloomy, adding some disgusting atmosphere to the cold season, although the heart does not like this season, but there is nothing to do, can only go along with the natural, let me get used to the climate it! I remember reading this sentence: sometimes like is not about emotion, but with the habit. Perhaps if you get used to it slowly, you will be able to like it!
The bell rings in my ears, and it's time for recess. Put down the pen in hand, grabbed his jacket, out of the office, began to play with the children in the ranks of recess activities, at this time I am like a child full of children, will be their own figure and laughter escaped sprinkled in the campus.
Passing Time Essay 2Once upon a time, there was a small house in which lived the old man of time. He had a funnel to change time, as long as you take a little sand, time will flow backwards. One day, a beggar came to this little house.
"Old man, old man, do you have a way to change my fate?" As soon as he finished, the beggar's tears fell.
"Yes, I can, but what is your business? "The old man said kindly." I because, the family property lost, wife ran away, mother also gave angry sick. Now, I am nothing, please help me! "
"Then, young man, I can help you, but you must take something in exchange. ""What is it?'' The lad said as he fell to his knees." It's simple, I just need your time, shorten your life to me, I will naturally return your youth. "'Life, what do you want life for? How do you take it? Well, well, as long as can I give it to you. '"Good, use your life for your youth, change yourself. "As soon as I finished, with a whoosh, the beggar turned into a vigorous teenager." Well, you have changed your current appearance, but you have shortened your life, I can tell you, life can not be exchanged. "
"Thank you, thank you. I will not. "Finished, the beggar picked up the mirror and looked left and right. Happy and alive, out of the house. Time flies, beggar and time old man's deal has been more than a month. The door of the house suddenly Karma's loud." Old man, old man, in? I don't want to trade with you, I want to go back to myself" waited for a long time and did not see anyone." Get back to me! Old man, old man. "Also no one answered. The beggar only saw the clock on the wall kept striking.
"Hey! Old man out ah! "Also no one answered. Suddenly, a burst of green smoke appeared, the old man came out." You did not promise me not to come to me? "The old man wrapped his arms around his beard and said "I, I don't want it. My mother heard that the son left, sick hospitalized, has been in critical condition, the wife heard that her husband left, came back to take away the family's things, the family now there is really nothing." "Then you have to come to me? ""So how are you now? ""I, I have coveted on, now worried about eating. ""Then I can't help you, it's your own fault. "After saying that, the old man turned into a gust of wind and was gone with a whoosh." Hey, hey, old man, where are you? "The beggar was angry and stomped his feet.
Later, he changed back to the original beggar ......'.
Passing Time Essay 3"Swallows go, there is a time to come again ...... Why are our days gone forever?" When I think of the modern writer Zhu Ziqing's work "Rush", the mind will constantly recall their own waste of time among the deeds to go, however, also unconsciously tasted the taste of the passage of time.
Yesterday is yesterday, today is today. I think about it all do not understand, why yesterday can move forward to today, but today can not go back to yesterday, I think someone to today to yesterday's door locked it - who is that person, and why did he do it. But why didn't he lock the door that leads from today to tomorrow, so that we could stay in today and not taste the passage of time again, unconsciously falling into delusion.
Every day I do the same thing over and over again, and every day I waste my time. When I lie in bed at night to sleep, waiting for the moment when the day is over, my mind remembers the day's faults: why I don't read one more book, why I don't take my classes seriously, why I don't do some ...... good workThis self-reproachful question keeps disturbing my thoughts as if it's punishing me. So this time I have a hint of pain in the head, can not help but head rain and tears.
Whenever my thoughts are planted in the memories of my childhood, I remember what I used to think: time should be "endless, endless". When I think of this sentence, the thought will fall in the reality of life, so it will be in order to pass the time for "analysis", while exploring their own gains and losses, but the results of the first out of their own and tasted the passage of time - found themselves I realized that I had wasted more than 4,000 days for nothing. Then, I thought: time should be "endless", and this sentence made me drive away these 4,000 or so days. Why do our days never come back!
Spring, summer, fall, winter, and spring ...... days keep going, I am also bewildered to follow the growing up, but I am still so naive thinking, simple-minded. Did I come to this world naked in the twinkling of an eye and to die naked? No, in fact, each of us is valuable, as long as we study hard and contribute to the world, we are not in this world for nothing. I believe that when this moment to let me taste the taste of time passing, I will let tomorrow shine brightly.
The title: Tears do not exhaust the window drops, on the ground research spin ink, gradually write to the farewell, the depth of this love, the red raft for the colorless, in the days she left, I learned two songs, a song of longing, a strong song, even if the wind can not be brought to my thoughts of her, I think she will know that I'm still the same I.
The time has come, and I believe that when the moment let me taste the taste of time, I will let the tomorrow shine.
Time turns, still back to 4 years ago, still open the scars, but this time I did not salt the wounds, because I found that the wounds in the slow healing, time really diluted everything, as if the meteor across the sky left the marks also with the time to fade
I don't know if there is a past life and the next life, I don't know for the dead how to cherish, all of this is all set when The only thing I can do is to use words to interpret life. Too many people do not understand my so-called miss, they will only let me put down, let me out of this shadow, but they do not know that I like this, loneliness, loneliness is a part of my life, and happiness is the seasoning of my life, in order to her I have to go into the darkness, if I go out, I can't miss her, and even forget her. I have fallen in love with sadness and loneliness for various reasons. Listen; the breeze has returned, and it has brought back the agaric dew that empties the mind of distractions.
Looking up at the stars, stretching that one hundred and eighty degree angle, in the imaginary world. Try to get to her, and live with her as usual ......
The dream woke up, the clouds dispersed, and Grandma departed, taking my thoughts with her.
Red cherries, green bananas, happy times actually no longer linger ......
Passing Time Essay 5In 20xx, a ray of brilliant sunshine shone into my new school, Liyuan Primary School. Lai Yuen Primary School was so strange to me at the age of six. But, so pure. The blue and white walls are like the blue sky and white clouds, and we, like flying birds, add life to the school.
I loved this school. At that time, I was so small. Every morning at breakfast, I would throw some bread crumbs in front of the window, thinking: little birds, you come to eat my bread crumbs, I will not hurt you, I like you. However, no birdie came one morning, and whenever we got out of school. The little birds flew to the second floor - my place. When the cold winter came, I carried one more thing every day - a red scarf. At that time, we didn't know how to use the red scarf and often used it to play blind man's elephant or something. Now when I think about it, that was wrong! The spring of the first grade was the most memorable spring for us , when the little trees and flowers just sprouted buds, and we sat quietly there - the botanical garden of Lai Yuen Elementary School. We chatted, I secretly said in my heart: I later, must grow many times taller than this short bush!
Time will not wait for me, six years have passed ......
"You've grown so tall!" Every adult said so when they saw me. When the wish, I realized, I am three times taller than the short bushes, I saw a flower blooming with a smile, I can not help but say: "If I were a flower how good. Flowers can regenerate when they're gone, grass can live again when it's yellow, but my childhood, it's gone forever." In that moment, I suddenly felt: I don't want to leave school, no! But, what I can do, only face the reality ah!
Go for it! Try to get into a good middle school! To draw a successful conclusion to the elementary school!
I don't realize that I've been here for almost 9 months. Time is always in our unintentional rush to pass from us, the passage of years can not resist the age also followed. When we are young, we will not worry so much, always hate to grow up quickly, do not want to become the parents in the eyes of the small, but we have grown up, in their eyes we are still the same. In their eyes, we can fight for our own voice when we grow up, what things we can sit down and talk about, instead of listening to their opinions, as if we do not know as much as they do. They want us to listen to them just to prove that they are not old and can still make decisions. I think this is a way for them to avoid facing the reality, or even escaping from the reality and running away from themselves. They have not recognized that they have been old, suddenly feel that the age of the people is so poor, which also makes me treasure now, encounter difficulties to learn to look away, there will always be a way to solve the problem, just a matter of time.
There is such a feeling, when I used to study when the test is not good teacher will be criticized by the class name, then we always feel very ashamed, and even dare not go to school. But now, on the other hand, think about it, the test scores for the young us was a big deal, and now grow up to see not on the test section failed it. Therefore, now we are afraid of encountering difficulties, attentive and serious about it may be solved. When seven old and eighty years old to remember the time, will feel that we are young is so lovely, to a small thing so serious attitude, (at that time is a big thing). Happy times are always so huffy and puffy, see life through. Now is the time when we can experience life, we can see the children's small appearance, with the language of ah ah there to speak what they want to express, the young people when eleven or twelve years of age, as if the sky is not afraid of the earth and earth, like to go to the people after school to the mountains to get adventurous. By looking back at them, we can know how we used to be when we were small and reminisce again about our own youthfulness. Childhood fun. Seeing the middle-aged people in the bum life, we will be chasing their footsteps, the life of the elderly, their life inconvenience, memory loss, etc., these are all we have experienced and will experience.
Therefore, we have to make good use of their time, happy day, unhappy also so a day, why not let every day to live a full and wonderful and enjoy it?
Passing Time Essay 7Time blurs the memory, and our friendship is always clearly engraved in the heart.
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Time passes so fast, I do not realize that I have gone from a naive girl braided with two fine twisted braids to a senior student with framed glasses and a big backpack, only one year, and one year! I am going to leave this campus full of sweet and sour in my life with a smile on my face.
Now that I think about it, I feel that time passes so fast, until I'm about to leave, I feel that these are the life, the main song of youth. A year later, I have to take this time old man's express train to start my new school journey.
School Games, we hissed and cheered, inspired, embraced the athletes; physical education class on the 1500-meter run, we inspire each other in the eyes of the eyes, so that we once again inspire their own fighting spirit ...... four years, we are with each other night and day, the life of the sweet and sour in front of my eyes appear from time to time a scene of touching. Excitement, helplessness, sadness ... the picture, remember that year the school held a field exercise activities in the scene, that is a very rugged road, the roadside grass has been muddy road blurred unattractive, our class a few petite girls on the sidelines to say that this and that, which makes the other classes are with a different look at this us, so we are not embarrassed, is this time a female student At this moment a female student fell a big heel,, at once everyone's conversation stopped, we all look at her quietly, no one ridicule, no one to help her a hand, she cried, cried very sad, maybe this fall is really very painful, perhaps she is now most hopeful that the teacher can help her up at this time and then comfort her. However, just at this time the sixth grade walked out a not very tall but looks very righteous boy walked to her, stretched out a hand, quietly hanging in front of her chest, she raised her head, only to see that the boy smiled slightly, he no longer cried, but took his hand and said thank you, and later we asked her if she and the boy had known each other for a long time, but she shook her head desperately and said: "I did not know him at that time!" ...... Maybe this is the real friendship.
At this moment, I am writing an article with only one purpose, which is to hope that time will pass, but our childhood will not; maybe a year later we can not see each other, but I hope our friendship will last forever!
Passing Time Essay 8Time passes quickly, like a faucet ticking water, in a minute by minute, in a minute disappeared, and some of the time can not go back, whether it is unforgettable, or happy, or sad, these times can not go back, it can only be reminiscent of memories and nostalgia, because the time will not go back. And for me, the happiest time is since childhood is like a little princess is spoiled, incomparable happiness.
The most unforgettable time is the summer of ten years old, the ear drilled into a bug, the pain straight on the ground rolling, then I was already a little fat, my mother is still trying to carry me to run to the pharmacy, but from the refused to put me down, step by step, I back to the pharmacy, the doctor said that thanks to the fast, come in time to the bugs to take out, it is a little bit of inflammation, take a little medicine on the good, if you come! Later, it may affect the hearing, I will never forget my mother's love for me, pay for me, what I have done to me, and my saddest time is the day my own grandfather passed away, the day before also carry me to watch TV, New Year's Eve also together, then their own only seven years old, do not understand that grandpa left us forever, a cry did not cry, did not fall into tears, with nothing, now I know, a little bit of I'm sorry. I'm not sure if I've ever been to a place where I've had a good time, but I'm not sure if I've ever been to a place where I've had a good time.
Time needs to be accumulated little by little, little by little, photographed to keep as a souvenir, remember when you can look at. Whether it is happy, sad, it is worth it. Hello! The time.
Passing Time Essay 9Waiting is a long process, waiting requires patience, life is always less waiting, but where does life need so much patience? In a long wait, the time that passes is time, is life ah.
English class, the students are serious about memorizing words, have long remembered to drink the English book, looking at the cover of the daze, naturally did not notice that the teacher's burning eyes are falling on me, she "seems" to be inadvertently passed by me, turned my English materials, while turning over and said: "Have you memorized all the words? If you're a student like me, don't just wait there when you've memorized the words. Have you read all the materials? When you're done, preview it." It seems to be just a casual remark, but it made me ashamed for half a day.
Perhaps, others have used these few minutes to do more than a few questions, and I, but in the waiting to let these few minutes of time in vain. I can't tell you how many times I've waited, I've just stood there, looking at the flowers, looking at the grass, looking at the clouds, looking at the sky, and the rest of it is just daze. I have nothing to do, but leisurely, but I do not know, my life has been reduced by a few minutes ah! In waiting, we have to grasp this time, "Opportunity is only for those who are prepared." Can't you use this time to meet the things you are waiting for?
Don't let your time pass in waiting, and likewise, don't let others' time pass in waiting.
Wasting your own time is tantamount to chronic suicide, and wasting someone else's time is murder for money. I won't wait too long for others, and I won't let others wait too long for me. When others are waiting for us, please put the speed faster! Think of the anxious look on the faces of others and then look at your own slow movements. We waste our own time, and it's other people's time that is lost in waiting. When necessary to speed up, is a virtue, is the embodiment of the value of time, is the embodiment of thinking differently.
So what are we still dawdling about? Maybe someone else is waiting for us, or maybe we are waiting for something, put your speed, "seize every minute of life", do not let the time pass in the waiting!
Passing Time Essay 10There is always some time passing, you can not catch ......
When you quietly walk through the waves caressing the beach, a smile of satisfaction, pick up the beautiful shells, he likes, she likes. In fact, really silly, youth can not only joy. Sometimes, a person stopped, silently watching the front of you are still happy to pick up those shells that have been empty, quietly away.
Sometimes a person grows up is a kind of luck. When will I wake up tomorrow? This is a common question in childhood. Then only wait until the next night before going to bed and then remembered that day woke up did not write down the time, day after day, write down the hope, but did not write down the time, so stupid, so childish ...... two OOO seven years to wake up, too lazy to go to see the time, either eight o'clock is eight and a half o'clock ...... and time hand in hand, walking through. Then we grew up, it is still like that. Forget when not in fear of being alone at night, and forget when to fall in love with the lonely night, not accustomed to and do not want to share this penetrating night with others. But clearly remember the hours, do not dare to walk alone on the second floor of the lights out, and before going to bed one step to keep mom from leaving, but also very funny, often on the closet bags and other things imagined as a big dog or a big wolf, and then rushed to cover the quilt, shrinking in the corner, shivering. Growing up, losing a childish innocence, and can not find some happiness. The time does not give back, but also to add the shackles, so that I can not find a trace of fear in the fluttering shadows outside the window at night.
I would like to believe that youth is beautiful, just, it is a thorny rose. Just want to simply embrace, but to leave a body of hurt. Let all the youthful dreams, die in the swaddling clothes. Which day can return to our hours, which day I no longer want to grow up, at least, can be carefree, satisfied, happy ......
Which night, I hope that the arrival of Peter Pan, take us, flying to the magical Neverland that can not grow up. I want time a letter back.
Time passes, like a river running to the sea, never to return.
In the past
The bouncy little girl was carrying a small school bag, standing on tiptoe, looking at the door of the kindergarten. Suddenly seeing that familiar figure, she ran over quickly and flung herself into her mother's arms, her face beaming with happiness. At that time, my life was carefree, nothing but playing, even when it was dark and all the people had gone home, I could still slide there until I got tired of playing. Walking hand in hand with my mother on the path home, jostling and jostling, there was a burst of joyful laughter, the back of the moonlight sweet and happy. At that time I was very small, do not know anything, do not understand anything, the world is full of curiosity, expectation.
Now
With the passage of time, I am slowly growing up, exposure to more things, but also understand a lot of truth. At the same time, my studies are increasing. The day after day, time passes unnoticed. No longer have the kind of carefree happy life of childhood, accompanied by my books, is endless knowledge, I use them to arm themselves, enrich themselves, for their own future to lay the foundation. I thought I had learned a lot of knowledge, know a lot of reasons, learn to take responsibility, it is called growing up. But I always can't get rid of the dependence on parents, feel that growing up this thing is so far away from me, but so close, can only slowly wait to grow up.
The future
When it comes to the future, we all have dreams. I believe that everyone has a dream in their heart. Some grow up wanting to be a teacher, some wanting to be a doctor, some wanting to be a brilliant designer. We are full of expectations and fantasies about the future. But what the real future looks like, none of us knows. Now we can only keep our feet on the ground and walk carefully on every road we choose, look forward and don't look back. Even though it is far away, we will reach it one day. The future is mysterious, it will bring us surprises and sadness. We have to be brave to face our future.
Clueless, we have stepped into the youth, the future is still waiting for us in the distance, with the passage of time, we will be closer and closer to the future, to realize our dreams.
Passing Time Essay 12As the saying goes: "An inch of time is an inch of gold, an inch of gold can't buy you an inch of time", indeed, time is as precious as our lives. Einstein used other people's time to go to the toilet to study; Lu Xun used other people's time to drink coffee to try to create. We should be like them to cherish time is not wasted, learn to use sporadic time.
From the "smell the chicken dance" to "burning oil to sundial" to "head hanging beams, awls stabbing stocks", every Chinese child's mind more or less floating in these stories. These are stories that every Chinese child has in his or her mind, either from books or from word of mouth.
We all know that "the years do not come again, one day is difficult to morning", but used to ignore the wake-up bell, and murmured in the nest; understand "black hair do not know hard work early, white head regret late reading", but squandered every minute of the weekend.
Time waits for no one, only more efforts, the stupid bird fly first, in order to catch up with the pace of others, the genius is a point of inspiration plus 99 points of sweat in exchange. Time is like a long river flowing endlessly, it flows to the low, day and night, but it does not flow backwards.
When you fall asleep, it passes between your toes; when you write your homework, it slips through your books; when you eat, it slips through your bowl, you can't touch it, grab it, embrace it, you can only look at its back gradually leaving you. Swallows go and swallows return, flowers blossom and fade, all things remain unchanged, only time never returns. We should not look back on yesterday's passing, and should not look forward to tomorrow has not yet come, should be cherished today.
We don't want to sigh at the passing of the years, we must look at the time that slips away, let it become our inner power, push us forward confidently!
The passing of time essay 13
Time is passing, I am thinking ......
This year I am eighteen years old, looking back on the past, those happy, happy, and unspeakable sorrow, an inexplicable pain in the attack on me.
Standing in this quiet playground, facing the passing of time, standing on the tail of seventeen, I need to thank too many people, I experienced a lot, but also gradually become mature. Walked through the cold and wet years, but also has a lot of warm and beautiful memories.
Time is passing, I met a lot of friends, acquaintance, get along, know each other, some are close friends, some general, divided and together, get together and scattered. Maybe this is all kinds of, originally is the way of life, but, no matter which kind of people, I would like to thank you, thank you once gave me so much touched, left me beautiful memories, even if you are my life in a hurry to pass by, even if it is just passing by, I am still full of gratitude for our encounters. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, and I'm so happy to see you.
Recalling the past time, the experience of frustration and tribulation is far more than expected, but when all the pain and suffering accompanied by the sky clouds far away, I feel grateful. More blows more less than I expected, I have survived. The setbacks gave me wounds, and the wounds taught me to grow. Standing at the tail end of seventeen years old, I no longer complain about God his old man's high myopia, I learned to treat the people and things around me with a grateful heart, including pain and blow.
After the sadness, but also ushered in the bright spring light, too sensitive mind, almost let me lose the direction of the way forward, so really grateful, there is such a chance for me to stop, calmly to think about the rest of the road how to go. Now, there are occasional moments of unhappiness, but I enjoy the simplicity of this life more than the days that are always cloudy.
Time is passing, I just hope I can keep the direction of life, so that the limited time burst out of the brilliant flowers and fire, accompanied by me to go forward, illuminated life.
Passing Time Essay 14Time is short. As smoke dissipates ...... short six years rubbing shoulders, I do not know if I remember the short and happy time at that time.
We ran and played together in the ditch between the fields, the grass and the vast fields, all the troubles are forgotten. Remember the kiosk in front of the school? That is the place where the memory is the most clear even if a few years past is still fresh ...... We came to the kiosk after school, no matter whether there is money or not, we have to go in to see look, looking forward to new fancy toys and books and the 50 cents a bag of spicy strips. We walked home together, we talked and laughed on the way ...... Even if we were hungry, there were "wild strawberries" on the way! Although not as good as real strawberries, but in our eyes that is the most delicious fruit. I also remember that we went to the back of the mountain "adventure" we climbed the fruit tree, with a slingshot sparrow, in the eyes of the younger siblings we seem to be in the sky, everything can be done.
But when that was gone, and we moved back to the city, my kiosk, my fields, my fruit trees and my good friends ...... were ...... all gone! They're gone. Nowadays, all of my friends are competitive and don't give in to each other, and they often get into trouble with their friends because someone else is 0.5 points higher than they are. In our country elementary school never like this, we never think and learn from each other, help each other. It seems that the unity of the classmates one more than one more scheming, one more than a sinister. Perhaps some exaggeration some false, but really changed, their hearts more and more mature, more and more with the influence of the community changed ......
I want to ask their childlike innocence to go there? The first thing I want to do is to ask them if they're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product. He will only worry about the results of the examination, the parents scolded ...... what is wrong with the world? Are they just learning for the sake of learning? They are just tools for learning?
Passing Time Essay 15"It, can't be touched with the hands, can't be seen with the eyes, can't be heard with the ears, it, what is it?" "It, is time!"
Time passes, is no one can control, can not stop, can not catch ...... time passes, is my biggest helplessness, can only let it just in the noiseless - pass. When typing, time passes between the fingers; when washing hands, time passes in the water basin; when eating, it passes in the bowl. It's there, it's always there! Only, it's also always passing ...... Why? Why can't it rest its feet, let us see it, touch it, even listen to it, I won't be so helpless ...... Just when it's helpless, it passes again in front of the staring eyes ......
The sun and the moon pass like a shuttle, the sun goes down, the moon On the cliff, such a drama day by day, over and over again, repeating the staging, but when I look at it carefully once, it is like a shuttle, come and go as fast as flying, so fast that people dare not blink! Because as long as a blink, you can not see the wonderful ......
When we return to our days, time passes, or let my helplessness can not get out of the way: I'm going to say goodbye to my elementary school, six years, so fast, it feels like a drama of life, there are sour and sweet, bitter and spicy. It's something I can't get out of my head! And girlfriends whispering time, and the same table when the fight, by the teacher when the time to stand, was ridiculed by classmates time ...... this a clip in the time album photos, turn over and over, are not back to greasy, always with a sense of freshness.
There is no way, to go always have to go, to come always have to come, block can not stop, block can not stop, we can not control the time, whether it is helpless, or sigh, there is no way, even the gods, can not let the time to stay, and we can only cherish it, cherish every minute and second, cherish all the present, only to cherish, in order to move the old man of time, so that he will be our past forever and ever to treasure up, put in our minds, and then we will be able to take a look at the past, and we will be able to see it. Let it become a warm current that flows into our hearts ......