Time goes by, leaving a hoarse "rustling" sound, which seems to be regret and helplessness.
My hometown is close to the early morning. When it is just dawn, you can often see the morning star, lurking around the moon, ancient and bright. I walked alone on the path, enjoying the pleasure of going to the morning class. The wind is a little strong, blowing my short hair to my mouth. I often look up at this bright morning star and suddenly feel that it is the last lamp at the end of the night that God placed above us. Even if it goes out at last, it disappears into the light. I didn't see it disappear with my own eyes, but when I looked up again and saw it disappear, I suddenly had a feeling that it was just an action and a song when it left. When it was almost dawn, I heard the sound of time passing, which was mumbling, like an agreement between lovers, lingering, a little reluctant, and full of expectations for the future.
When I was in primary school, I especially liked to attend morning classes, barefoot, with my trouser legs rolled up, carrying a cloth bag, wearing a red scarf on my chest and singing songs with a strong accent. Walking barefoot on our path and feeling the dew on the roadside wildflowers is a kind of unspeakable kindness and sweetness. Occasionally, there will be a cat or something passing through the roadside quickly, so I heard the sound of dew falling on the ground, which was very small and without trace, as if it had been taken down from wild flowers, and its life was over, so I was unwilling. Just like those of us who want to live in this world for a few more days, but died unexpectedly for many reasons, it seems that we never want to close our eyes. I seem to see the dew torn from the wild flowers, staring at the cat angrily and helplessly. The sound transmitted by time on them is very sad, with a kind of disappointment.
Many years later, a cousin of mine, a young man who could do something vigorous, died suddenly, leaving a pair of children and a wife to live hard in the world. I'm thinking that death is like the fog that God scatters on the earth. Come when you say it, and leave when you say it. It seems to be an order, and there is never room for negotiation. Like a cat dropping dew, like my healthy cousin. The sound of time passing suddenly becomes terrible at this moment, which always makes people afraid of the future and that time will leave without saying goodbye. Very sad.
I have seen many things and many pictures, but when the time tag is hung on these people and things, the sound it makes is always very small, even smaller than the sound of time passing in the wall clock, and it seems to surprise us more than the sound of time flowing on our watches or mobile phones. Finally, we were reduced to the point where we couldn't find a chance to regret it.
Mother is old, and a few black hairs are entrenched in a piece of white hair, which can only show the desolation of the passage of time more clearly. Since when does my father always say that my mother is fat and loses weight so fast? If I can, how I want to see my mother's chubby shadow.
However, this seems impossible. The baptism of life may have tempered my mother's body. When the bell of the years rang in my mother's ear, my mother forgot to listen to the sound of the time machine because she was busy taking care of her family and children. So she became today's mother and smiled and said, "I finally lost weight." Should your father stop saying anything? "
Time is hidden in our wall clock, watch or mobile phone, and it keeps disappearing, leaving a small and mixed sound.
The sound of time passing. Did you hear that?
Chapter 2: Time goes by.
Time is like a never-ending river, passing by people in a hurry and silently. Unconsciously, a memorable 2009 hurried away, ushered in a new year, and began another journey for people.
On new year's eve, I fell asleep with firecrackers to welcome the new year. "Happy New Year!" The next morning, with the New Year greetings, I opened my eyes to look for 20 10 years. Open the calendar, start a new year and start a wonderful story. I lay in bed thinking about the past year. I have sweat, happiness and sadness. It all happened as if it were right in front of us. I couldn't help laughing softly.
In the past, I was not an excellent student in my class. I envy those class cadres. They study well and have many friends. I long to be like them. So I started walking towards the locked door. I sweat twice as much as others. In class, I listen carefully and speak actively. After class, while my friends are playing happily on the playground, I read quietly in the classroom. After class, I carefully finish the homework assigned by the teacher on time and try to be accurate. I also signed up for a school lecture class according to my hobbies. Finally, many things have happened, and my sweat has been harvested. My academic performance has improved. In an election in the new semester, I am honored to be elected monitor by my classmates. From then on, in order to live up to the expectations of teachers, classmates and parents, I studied harder. Now, I am the squadron leader of the school, and all this needs the help and encouragement of teachers, classmates and parents. On the occasion of the Spring Festival, I sincerely wish them all the best.
Saying goodbye to the old year, we entered a new year. There seems to be a new runway before my eyes. Maybe I will fall down on this runway, but I will still stand up stubbornly and challenge all kinds of difficulties. I firmly believe that there will always be a beautiful rainbow after the storm.
I think that the new year is a new bud and new hope. The New Year is another difficult time of the year. The New Year is a series of mature expectations. The new year comes confidently in the bell of history, like a bright red flag flying high, like a warm spring breeze blowing across the land of China. The glory of the New Year will inspire our Chinese nation to move towards unprecedented prosperity.
At this time, the crackling firecrackers rang out of the window again, which is people's reluctance to part with the old year and their beautiful longing for the new year.
The third article: the passage of time composition
There is such a picture in my memory: a child with a childish face, standing on a green field, looking up at the sky, quietly saying to himself, "I'm going to grow up ..." My heart is full of happiness.
Now, there is another teenager, one with a schoolbag on his shoulder and the word "sleepy" written all over his face. He began to be so tired that he muttered, "It's really annoying to grow up …" Who is this guy? It's you, it's me, it's him, it could be anyone.
I remember when I was a child, I always looked forward to growing up and always liked to draw a blueprint for growing up in the sky. Now, I have grown up. Heavy study, fierce competition, parents' expectation and teachers' trust make me breathless. I struggled in exams and scores, in reality and expectation.
I began to think: what did growth bring me? When all the golden sand flows out in the hourglass of years, all that remains is a bottle, which is empty. What did it leave me? A blank sheet of paper, a bitter white, and endless sadness. Growing up has made me lose a lot and gain a lot. At least, I was given a blank sheet of paper, waiting for me to color it. Between gains and losses, I gradually learned to grow and mature.
I began to recall again, recalling the childhood years that passed away in a hurry in the future. In my memory, my smiling face, as bright as sunshine, stretches out in every energetic day and then settles down in every sunny day.
Childhood is the simplest and happiest day. At that time, I could play with a doll all day; A little red flower awarded by the teacher can make you happy all day; A sweet and sour lollipop can be sweet to the whole heart. Now, the inexplicable giggle when I was a child has been replaced by an inexplicable helplessness, and that immature shoulder has shouldered an inexplicable responsibility. I can't let go, and I can't let go. ...
I really went back to my childhood! But can I go back to childhood? Reality, give it to me. Too realistic.
I have always wanted to face the whole world with the purest childlike innocence, but time is urging me to grow up. ...
Article 4: Time-lapse composition
There are four seasons in a year: spring, summer, autumn and winter. They each have their own beauty and characteristics. There are spring in Yanwu, Ying Ge, warm midsummer, fruity autumn and snowy winter. If we don't cherish the beautiful scenery in front of us, they will pass you by quietly.
Grandpa winter quietly left in a silver suit, and Miss Spring came quietly with a seven-color halo. We are like happy birds, throwing ourselves into the embrace of nature. As the saying goes: "A year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in the morning." Indeed, in the spring morning, hazy fog and the same layer of silver gauze cover the earth. The sky is full of stars. Soon, a golden sun rose like a balloon from Ran Ran, Ran Ran in the east, slowly dispersed, and the earth was gently veiled. On the poplar trees in the yard, several birds chirped, as if singing beautiful and moving songs, and as if singing poems praising the spring morning. Green grass grows out of soft soil. The emerald willow branches dance with the wind, and there are several slender green willow leaves on the willow. The lovely swallow flew back from the south. Wearing black coats and scissors-like tails, they leaned down in the air and presented a vibrant scene everywhere. In a blink of an eye, spring left me and summer came.
The grass is too lush and green in the fields in the suburbs in summer. The graceful Shandandan on the hillside is as beautiful as the sunset glow. Bright and beautiful roses blinked in the breeze, and many wild flowers in the ravine smelled fragrant and swayed with the wind. There are many pink buds between lotus leaves in the pond, which are as green as blue. Landscape hibiscus, slim and graceful, like a delicate and pretty girl. This is the most active season for students. On the Pujiang River, children wearing colorful swimsuits happily threw themselves into the arms of Pujiang. At night, the bright moon is in the sky, and the bright moonlight flows quietly on the earth. The moon rises gradually, and in an instant, the earth is completely naked. Summer is spent in Breath: Sound.
Look! Teacher Qiu dyed the sorghum in the field red, countless ears of grain golden yellow and cotton balls white. They lifted their lovely smiling faces and looked at the blue sky innocently. Under the blowing of autumn wind, layers of waves are rough. Chrysanthemums are in full bloom in the yard, red like fire, yellow like gold, white like snow, pink like chardonnay, and each one is more beautiful than the other; The apples in the orchard are as red as your doll's face; Bananas are as yellow as the crescent moon in the sky; Grapes are as bright as pearls; What about persimmons? Only little red lanterns. The girl in autumn returned to the embrace of Mother Earth, and the mother in winter came to the earth. In other words, a little snow like sugar fell from the sky, and some of it fell into my mouth, so cool and sweet! Gradually, these elves flew all over the sky, and soon became thin six-petal flowers, such as ten thousand flowers, fluttering and running to the earth. In just one meal, the whole field of vision became wrapped in silver and extraordinarily enchanting. In the blink of an eye, the sun and the moon passed by like running water.
Ah! Time is precious, just like our life. Cherishing time means caring for our lives. We should follow time to the end of the world.
Article 5: Composition of Time lapse
The water is out of date, and there is a trickle; When the wind blows, the crazy sand that rolls up and the whistling sound that comes with it; When it rains, you can see raindrops falling like broken beads, making intermittent rain sounds; Even if the flowers are in bloom, they will leave a fragrant fragrance and nourish the broken branches and leaves of the next generation. However, the passage of time is silent, it passes quietly, and people can't detect it. The Analects of Confucius said: Confucius said in Sichuan: The deceased is like a husband! I don't give up time day and night, like water, running endlessly. When I stare at every rising day and sinking moon, I have already turned to the flow and disappeared in the distance.
A beautiful old woman-regret for someone's passing away in adolescence
Cherry Su Fan mouth, waist. Beauty, there is always "a person on the edge is like a bright moon, and the wrist is frozen with frost and snow." Bright eyes and white teeth; There is always a shyness swaying in the cool breeze; There is always "if she just turns her head and smiles, there are a hundred spells". But what beauty fears most is time. Beauty ages easily. Look back when there are a few crow's feet hidden in the shallow; When the hair is mixed with a few strands of white hair; When the delicate skin is no longer as smooth as oil, it can be seen that time has passed.
The end of the hero
The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever. Heroes always have the incomparable power of "pulling mountains and shaking the world"; There is always a charming and uninhibited romantic style; There is always a chic spirit of "pointing out the mountains and rivers, inspiring words, dirt was once in Wan Huhou". However, the fleeting time has wasted their faces and worn away their edges and heroism. When the divine power of the earth disappears with time; When romantic feelings stop happening with white; When the chic of pointing out the mountains and rivers has become a world handed over to young people, it can be seen that times have changed.
Beauty is dying, beauty is beautiful.
My mind is full of poems and books. The reason why a beauty is a beauty lies not only in its gorgeous appearance. Serving the king with color won't last long. Because, the color declines and loves to relax. True beauty, from the inside out, like sweet wine, is more intoxicating with the precipitation of years. Beauty is ancient, but the soul never grows old. In thousands of dreams, there is a whispering flute singing: beauty is dying, but her temperament does not fade, and the faint cloud is filled with eternal elegance!
Heroes become brave in the end.
The old horse lurks, aiming at a thousand miles. The martyrs were full of courage in their later years. The reason why a hero is a hero is not only his romantic appearance. A scholar dies for a bosom friend. You can't have a bosom friend. Can a scholar not study? A real hero, from the inside out, interprets his passion and shows his true colors as a man! Who among the Jin Ge iron horses is shouting loudly: You should fight the sword to kill the enemy, in all directions. My concubine caresses the piano, floating and sinking with Lang. This is a woman's heartfelt call for a real hero!
Time is passing, time has changed the appearance of beautiful women and heroes, branded them with the mark of time, but can't make them regret it. Beauty or beauty, hero or hero. Their elegance and heroic spirit precipitated in the distance finally crawled at the end of the difficult years, which is irreplaceable.
Chapter 6: The Beauty of Time Passing
The world is beautiful, and everything has its beauty. Of all the beauties, only this kind of beauty is unforgettable, and we should taste it all our lives. It is invisible, but it is everywhere. It walks at your fingertips and is engraved on your skin-this is the beauty of time passing, a dynamic beauty that never stops.
Where is the time? It passes through the river, it rushes, it screams, it is the momentum of running to the sea and never looking back. This is the beauty of the passage of time.
Where is the time? It spins in the starry sky. The sun rises in the east and sets in the west. It is only the most common moment in our life, but its beauty has shed the eternal famous sentence "Lonely smoke in the desert, long river sets the yen". Can you say that the flow of time is not beautiful?
Where is the time? It grows in a dream. Time has given people years to realize their dreams, because with the passage of time, we have the desire to fly like a bird, the desire to swim in the water like a fish, and the power to realize this dream. Time is the source of human growth, and only the passage can give us a richer life!
Where is the time? It's in the photo. The reason why Van Gogh's starry night is so beautiful lies in the passage of time: the stars are running, the moon is spinning, and the mountain wind is whistling. This is the beauty of the passage of time!
Where is the time? This is the law of nature. Birds go out for food in the morning and come back at night. A dark cloud floated in the morning and it began to rain at noon. At night, you can hear the sound of the stream flowing. What a peaceful beauty! When a stone falls, it accidentally touches a bigger stone, and you can see the mountain torrents rolling tonight. What a violent beauty this is!
Where is the time? It slipped away in our hearts and left us with the most beautiful memories. Of course, when watching it pass by, please don't use your eyes, please look with your heart, because it runs in everyone's heart. composition
Article 7: Time-lapse composition
No one can describe his face, but his footsteps can be heard all over the world.
The sunrise dispelled the ghosting of the night. When the sunset was swallowed up by the hazy horizon, he walked unhurriedly, and neither light nor darkness could change the pace of his March.
When the bud blooms into wet petals in the spring breeze, when the baby cries loudly in the delivery room to report to the world, he walks quietly without interest, and laughter can't keep his footsteps.
When the yellow leaves fall to the ground in the cold wind, when the dying old man scans the world around him with nostalgic eyes, he still walks calmly and silently, and a sigh can't stop him. He ran through your fingers. Slide over the soles of your feet. Fly away from your imagination and mind ...
He is a magical and ruthless meat cleaver, carving miracles between heaven and earth. He can chop boulders into dust, carve seedlings into trees, turn deserts into cities and gardens, and of course, he can also make the prosperous capital decline into desolate ruins, and make shiny metals rust and lose their luster. He painted the wrinkles on the old man's forehead and carved the blush on the girl's face. It is he who carefully directs the reproduction of life and the movement of the world.
He tore up one calendar after another on time, turning the future into the present, the present into the past, and the past into an increasingly distant history.
He is very generous. You don't have to beg. He always gives you everything that belongs to you.
He is fair. No matter you are a mountain with weight, rich or humble, you are indifferent, and he treats you equally.
If you cherish him, he will turn into a light smoke and disappear without a trace.
Sometimes, a short moment will become eternity, because he left his footprints in people's hearts.
Sometimes, it will turn into an instant for a long time, because thick fog and sand have drowned his footprints.
Chapter 8: Time-lapse Composition
I don't know if people will look at the sunset and sigh when they are old-why did this time slip through my fingers so quickly and quietly?
I think I will.
No matter what has passed or is happening, what has time taken away besides my time? My growing footprints, happy and sad, are all in my hands and engraved in my mind. The passage of time makes those memories clearer and more mellow.
So people should learn to forget, let go, and then live gratefully.
Life is fair to everyone. For ten minutes, we can read books, help the old people cross the street, spend leisurely, scold the street, steal wallets, and of course kill people and set fires. Ten minutes is enough. Ten minutes, not even a step from heaven to hell.
How many minutes do we have? What are we doing carefully?
No one knows this problem better than ourselves. Ten minutes, at the moment of the earthquake, Wenchuan collapsed. Within ten minutes, a tornado almost destroyed a state in the United States. Ten minutes, Yao Jiaxin killed a person with a knife ... one after another, ten minutes passed in a flash, inadvertently lengthening and shortening the trajectory of our lives. In the glorious, painful and regrettable years, between people, is it a quiet life or a struggle? Or are you just fooling around?
Your time, my time, and then slip away from us in thinking.
Time can't stay, spring has gone without a trace. Qingshan is still there, and the setting sun is a few degrees red ... I suddenly heard this song, and I feel at this time. Perhaps life is more comfortable without these sighs. But now, I want to cherish time, but suddenly I don't know what to do. I don't know, I don't know what to do, I can keep the time, I can keep those days that come as scheduled and unexpectedly.
Therefore, I am careful and grateful to live. Just to touch and feel the surprise and a little blow from life.
The passage of time tells me. Live a good day, too many people spend it in obscurity, and the fireworks of life are gorgeous, just embellishing a moment, not a lifetime.
I still have a long way to go. I'm still walking. ...