I suddenly understood the true meaning of the phrase "times have changed." I turned on the computer and found that the songs I loved listening to in the past no longer sounded good. The following is "Essays on Preserving Time", I hope it can help you! Chapter 1: Preserving time
Bits and pieces of memory are like flying flakes with wings. You want to catch them but can’t. Fragmented thoughts, with vague and clear smiles, are stranded in the lake of your heart. The harbor, tears are like broken buds, with the mellowness and dryness of thoughts. Which memories belong to us, can they be picked up in the long river of time, just as I dream of retaining those times with my pious hands.
I want to keep the time when the flowers fall, and Luo Hong sways her body and lies in the embrace of spring mud, shouting smiles and rewards.
I want to keep Ye Mao’s time, but I always get lost in the fact that the moon is as crooked as a hook. The waxing and waning of the moon are mixed with the joys and sorrows, making it seem particularly melancholy.
I wanted to keep Qingzhao’s raised corners of my mouth, but in exchange I lamented, “I’m afraid that a boat on the Shuangxi River cannot carry many sorrows.” You, who are thinner than a yellow flower, only spread desolation and sorrow all over the place, and the time you retain is only sorrow.
I want to keep my time in Haizi, as if I can be more wonderful, just like "I have a room facing the sea, and the flowers are blooming in spring." In the spring season, I will think about you, Haizi. Helplessness and giving up, the only time left is bright.
I want to keep the horn of youth, but I don’t want it to stop as soon as it starts. I want to keep the sunshine of youth, so that it can shine quietly when I am frustrated. I want to keep it. The dream of youth is brought to rest in the Aegean Sea and then set sail. I want to keep all the beauty, the melancholy that has lasted for eight hundred years. I want to keep time, I want time to freeze. Chapter 2: Preserving time
Spring is gone, but there is a time when it will be green again; when the flowers have faded, there will be a time when they bloom again; when the sky is dark, there will be a time when it is bright again. However, time passes quickly, but time never returns. Can you tell me: How many days do we have? Maybe God has already arranged everything and is waiting for us to bow to fate! Maybe...
Counting the past days - thirteen years, what meaningful things have I done and what brilliant achievements have I created? In silence, more than four thousand days slipped by me, like a needle dropped into the vast sea, without a trace or trace. Searching hard for the answer, all that is left is the ruthlessness of the years and endless regrets.
Oh, if you think about it carefully, the days are still long! Even so, the running speed will kill the rest of your time. Even though it's gone, even though it can't come back, even though it can't stay, so what? I had no choice but to blame myself for not being able to grasp it, so I left like this. Who could I blame if I was unwilling?
Time goes by in a hurry, leaving no trace of nostalgia or fantasy for people. It's too late to hold on, another day begins. However, it comes in a hurry. When a ray of sunshine shines through the window in the morning, it seems to be telling you: a new day has arrived! Next, the labor song was sung, and people were busy with their work regardless of the hard work. Do your best to bring a complete end to the rushing time, and live a wonderful and fulfilling life. This shows that you have realized the rush of time.
What can I do in the passing days? --I asked myself.
You are smart, can you tell me: How many days do we have? Chapter 3: Use photos to preserve time
I accidentally saw a touching photo album. It was a filial son recording the days when his parents supported each other. Every photo can touch the heartstrings. See After finishing it, I suddenly wanted to capture the time with photos.
My parents have lived in the countryside since they were young and have no experience of going out. Until now, they have not taken many photos. The only photo I saw of them together was the one on the marriage certificate, with the two childish girls leaning against each other. Bust of head. I want to buy a camera so that my parents can spend more quality time before they grow old. I want to take a group photo of my parents every year, and a family photo every year, plus a photo explanation. Sometimes, you can casually take secret photos of some moments of their lives, and when they are old, talk about them together when they were young.
I also want to take more photos of myself and record every detail of my life. In the future, when I go out to study and stay away from home, I can let my parents take it out and look at it when they miss me, and it can also give myself a good memory. With the tools of recording, you will often urge yourself to create more recordable moments and promote your own progress. Only in this way can the recorded things become more colorful and meaningful.
No matter what, I want to own a camera and capture time with photos. Chapter 4: Preserving time
Bits and pieces of memory have wings and float into the distance.
I reached out my hand and grabbed it hastily,
But it slipped from my hand.
Fragmented thoughts,
With a vague and clear smile,
Stranded in the harbor of the heart lake,
Reflected Bearing the mark of youth.
Tears are like broken buds,
carrying the mellowness and dryness of thoughts.
I want to keep the time when the flowers bloom,
Each flower blooms hard,
Each petal is glowing with the glory of flowers,
But when the flowers fell,
I couldn’t keep them.
I just hope that next year will be even more brilliant.
I want to keep the time of my youth,
But when the horn is blown,
I end it and watch the clock passing by.
Listening to the ticking sound,
I don’t think I can keep it anymore,
The time of youth,
Also No chance to come back next year.
I want to keep time,
Keep it frozen in my heart.
I wish to cherish time and youth. Chapter 5: Preserving time
This photo shows me as a heroic person. I stood on the bow of the boat, smiling brightly. The lake breeze fluttered my long hair and also rustled the cherry blossom flag behind me.
It was a morning in 2018, the sun was shining brightly and there were no clouds in the sky. My mother and I, as well as my mother’s colleagues, went to Sun Moon Lake in Taiwan to play together.
The "West Lake", covered with pink cherry blossoms, started slowly. The propeller at the stern of the boat "rolled up thousands of piles of snow", and there were extremely clear waves all around. The boat sailed all the way, ruffling the autumn water in the pool, which was as quiet as a mirror.
Indistinctly, you can see the blue mountains in the distance looming under the heavy fog. It can really be described by Cao Cao's "Viewing the Sea": Wherever the water looks, the mountains and islands stand out. There are many trees and lush grass. The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rising! How can you not get enough of such breathtaking scenery?
I couldn’t help shouting loudly in my heart: "This is the first time, how can I be so happy!" I listened to my mother's colleagues laughing loudly in the boat, but I still didn't want to leave the stern deck. As we reached the center of Sun Moon Lake, the boat sailed even more aggressively, and we could already see the lush greenery of Mount Ali. It’s almost there! It’s almost there! I couldn't feel happy, maybe because I had to leave Sun Moon Lake!
The boat finally docked, and I had to leave this beautiful pool. On the occasion of parting, I climbed onto the bow of the boat and leaned against the cherry blossom flag fluttering in the wind, leaving this wonderful time in the photo and in permanent memory. Chapter 6: If I can, I want to keep time
Family affection is a subtle feeling, a trace of inadvertent concern and longing, an instinctive reaction and primitive ability that only living animals have. . Family love brings us a little bit of sweetness, which we can never forget.
Grandpa, if I can, I want to keep time, keep all the years you are here, like the river in front of the door, quietly write the story of the waves.
If possible, I would like to keep my time and keep it when I am young, where I can have fun and play around. What I love most is that after your hard work, you caress me with your big earthy hands. The top of my head; the happiest thing is that you take me out to eat delicious food and have fun; the most scary thing is that you lose your temper when you are angry, with the word "Chuan" standing on your forehead, glaring at me, and The way you yell at me always makes me respect you and feel timid. However, I don’t know why, but I never hold grudge against you. I always think that you are good to me. Now I think about whether you cast some magic that caused you to be cruel to me. I never hate you when you hit me. you.
If possible, I would like to keep my time and stay in the dormitory. You pulled me into the school, picked me up and dropped me off every day, and asked me what I learned and what I did today. At that time, , children are always impatient, just say it casually and fool them, you will always take it seriously, and you will always talk to grandma about it after you go back. Of course, you wouldn't just pick me up and drop me off, you would also take on the responsibility of educating me, detailing some big principles with me every day. I couldn't understand them at that time, and they would always go in with the left ear and out with the right ear. Now that I think about it, I really feel guilty.
If possible, I would like to stay in the unforgettable days of elementary school. At that time, your physical condition was not very good because of smoking and drinking too much, but you were always very kind to me. I still remember that you suddenly fainted while getting a haircut in the barber shop, and you have been lying in the hospital to recuperate. However, your body is getting worse day by day, and you can no longer move your left and right hands. On that day, I was planning to go to the hospital to see you after school at noon, but I was shocked to hear the news that you had passed away. Tears started to flow down my face and I couldn't stop them. I still couldn't believe this fact. How could you just leave like this? Didn't you promise that you would take me to play after you recover?
Of course, you also remember our promise. Before you left, you read my name and said you would take me to play. I really regret not seeing you for the last time. At that time, I was in school...
That was December 25, 2007, a day that I will never forget. You disappeared from our world, and our world can no longer have your warmth, nor can we have your lost warmth.
You are like the trace of sadness in my memory, if the gentle breeze stirs my heart, makes me heartache, and makes me shed tears, in the past life, in this life, and in the next life. If possible, I want to keep time and stay in the days when I had you. Chapter 7: Keeping the old times
When I was young, he was already growing old. Like the growth rings of a tree, the years drew circles on his face.
"Grandpa, it's time. I'm going to play." I stood with my hands on my hips impatiently, urging the person in front of the computer to quickly turn off the card game. "Oh——" A faint and drawn-out voice floated out of his mouth, but the person remained motionless. "Grandpa, hurry up." I pushed him directly, and in a moment I squeezed the old patient out of the chair. He was a little at a loss and stood aside in panic, looking at me in panic as I clicked on the quick game, hunched over and hunched over.
"Go to bed and watch TV." I said to him loudly. You need to be concise when talking to him. If there are too many words, he will not understand. He finally moved to the bed step by step. After not hearing the sound of the TV for a long time, I remembered that the TV had been moved to the next room because he was ill. I turned to look at him. He was leaning against the corner of the bed, curled up into a shrimp, staring blankly at one place, entering a daydream, like a lonely child.
I have forgotten when he became like this, and how many times he was admitted to and discharged from the hospital, so many times that I have forgotten. Winter comes, winter goes, and winter goes again, but he holds on tenaciously until the spring when the green grass grows and the orioles fly.
I always miss his energetic appearance. Although he was an old man at that time, he was always walking vigorously and full of energy. He always wears a long white silk coat and bloomers. He goes to play croquet in the morning, boxing in the park, chats at the neighborhood committee, and goes for a walk in the park in the evening.
"Get on the bridge!" He left the saddle and rode up diagonally from left to right, like a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old. "How were you at school today?" His voice blew past my ear in the back seat. "Very good!" I answered him happily, swinging my legs back and forth. Anyway, the car would not fall into the river.
The setting sun seemed to be fished out of the river wetly, so brightly red. The brilliant golden afterglow ripples on the water, like a fairy's wrinkled skirt, shining brightly in my eyes. The days with him are always joyful.
“Have you brought your granddaughter back?” the car mechanic asked him in a loud voice. "Coming!" His voice echoed loudly in the leaves, and the leaves rustled and shook off the dust. How do people age? This is too profound a question to answer. Unconsciously, the years drew circles on his body, making him look sluggish now.
He sat alone in his wheelchair, staring into the distance with difficulty; his every day became a waiting without leaving home; waiting for us to bring a trace of movement to his dark room; he He poured the drinks directly on the table and mixed all the vegetables into the porridge; he began to forget about me and "us"; and we gradually lost patience as the years passed... This is a cruel process.
I just turned to look at him, regretting my impatience with his rudeness just now. I wanted to say to him gently: Grandpa, let’s go back to the past. How I like to sit on the back seat of his bicycle and ride across the bridge filled with sunset. I hold on to his white clothes and listen to his kind voice. Even when I look at the back of his head, I know his dark face. With a kind smile on his face, I felt the wind that was not caught in his clothes blowing towards my face, filled with the breath of freedom on his body, announcing that the old day would end in my happy way, and the new day would start happily.
The past time drew a circle in my hand, and then slipped away quietly. But I want to hold this memory tightly...
Let it grow up with me - spend one year, spend two years, spend endless years. Chapter 8: Preserving those moments
The mighty green sky is filled with the fragrance of cappuccino; at the beginning of the lanterns, who is walking side by side with me on the other side of the street? ——Inscription
Time flies, rushing like running water. When we are still living in our own world, the big waves of time have pushed me into the past. Time is always cruel and cannot tolerate any residual love and roundabout warmth. It quietly exchanges the youthful faces of my parents for my maturity and sensibleness.
I always thought that the friendship in childhood was pure and true, like a clear spring without any impurities. I always think that friendship is a road that stretches thousands of miles, has no end, and can keep us going for a long, long time. But no matter how close the relationship is, it will no longer be innocent because of the distance. I am used to familiar strangers, accustomed to the unfamiliar tone on the phone, thinking about the hard study in the cold window, and the encouragement I had, but now it seems that it is just a passing cloud. However, they are still by my side...
They are the only ones who have not left me, the only ones who have not left me alone in the middle of the night looking for an exit. It is my parents who make me believe that there is warmth in the world and that they are the people who truly love me. Except for her, no one will look up at me when I am after school; except for her, no one will give you nutritious vegetables.
Apart from him, no one has to work hard for your happy life, and no one can hold up the blue sky above my head. They warm my heart and let me screen my exclusive movies for them.
When the sun was about to go home and take a nap, I was walking on the crowded street with my heavy schoolbag on my back. At this time, my father was running between the reinforced concrete in a sweat-soaked vest under the scorching sun. No matter whether today's heavy studies are completed or not, I just want to see the wisp of smoke between the blue glazed tiles, because I know that my mother is busy in the kitchen. At night, when I burned the midnight oil to study, my mother stayed with me. It was difficult for her to understand my textbooks, but she smiled knowingly when she saw that I was studying seriously, and gently closed the door to prepare breakfast for me tomorrow morning. Looking at the bloody mark on my father’s shoulder from being pressed while lifting the steel bar, and looking at my mother’s sunken eyes, I just want to exchange my life for their longevity, and say to them: “Mom and Dad, you have tried your best!” < /p>
Perhaps I am not the darling of fate, so I was born into a prosperous and wealthy family, but God favored me, gave me warmth, and created parents who love me and care for me. Their love is like the words carved on ancient stone pillars, recording my love.
At the beginning of the lanterns, my parents walked side by side with me on the other side of the market...