First, the fog has dispersed, and there are times of reunion; When ice melts, it will re-condense; The wind stopped and blew again. But, smart, tell me, why are our holidays gone forever? Someone stole it, didn't they? Who is he? Where is it hidden? He escaped by himself, didn't he? Where is he now?
I know there are only 22 days in a winter vacation, but my hands are really getting busy. Counting silently, one homework, two homework, three homework, four homework, completed in my particularly busy hands, but like a drop of water on the tip of a needle dripping into the sea. The winter vacation homework I finished dripped into the river in the winter vacation homework without sound or shadow. I can't help crying.
What can I do with endless homework and a short 22-day holiday? Only do homework, only recite English; Besides more than twenty days of homework, what is left? Even the time spent playing games and chasing dramas was blown up. In a blink of an eye, we have started school, but it can't be flat. Why do we have such a short 22-day winter vacation?
You are very clever. Tell me, why is our holiday gone forever?
Second, the sun sets and rises again; When the moon is missing, it is round again; It's dark, and sometimes it's bright. But, who can tell me why our time flies so fast?
2 gone, never coming back?
I don't know how long I haven't seen my classmates, but their faces have really changed gradually. Looking back carefully, five years of primary school life has quietly passed away, like a feather floating in the sky, wrapped in the wind of time, being taken to a certain place, without sound or shadow, and disappearing in front of my eyes in an instant. I can't help feeling sad about it.
Ordinary life goes on day after day, and how hurried it is? In the morning, I came to school with my schoolbag on my back, and the classroom shot into the setting sun. The sun has feet. It moved quietly and gently, and I followed it blankly. So-when reading early, the days pass by from reciting; In class, days pass from our textbooks; When you think, you walk through your frowning brows. After school, I left with my schoolbag on my back. It was another day when I came to school with my schoolbag on my back again.