Oh! Naturally, I feel sad about the moon and sky, but I don't see flowers and frost everywhere. The flowering period has passed, and it will definitely fall, but I have no intention of staying or staying. -The inscription is a flick of a finger, and the years have passed and there is no dust. Many of the past, many of the present, are memories, buried in the dust of history, and one day, inadvertently, raise its floating dust, making it look mottled. I recalled my childhood dream, how wonderful it was. Seeing myself now is like mud, timidly existing on the gloomy rainy road. Don't expect to build your ideal fortress. As the days passed, I only left a pile of stolen ones, if I'm sorry. I always want to go back to the past, but I'm wasting the present. Until today, the English teacher told us that there were many regrets and shortcomings in the past. Unfortunately, after the past, the dust settled, I can only sigh, because I am young, my life is not as perfect as I thought. The last sentence of the English teacher "How many decades has life been?" It makes my heart tremble. I remember my mother said that, too. Maybe she felt the same way. Yes, life is in a hurry, and it really doesn't take decades. Ten years ago, I was a carefree child, singing butterflies. Now, the big exam is coming, but I entrusted my homework. When I was secretly feeling, the flowers fell quietly. The whereabouts of time is always unknown. It seems that he was born a thief and stole our youth and our years silently. Time is running out. It's time for a strong man to break his wrist. When the hero tied the horse, the battlefield was swords and shadows. I dodged, abandoned the fun of wine and wine, and abandoned the leisure of watching the scenery along the way. I've always admired flowers, and when the flowering season comes, I wither. I don't need much choice, and I can't choose. I am often afraid, faced with multiple choices of a problem, are they radical or conservative? Such questions are always like a cell hidden in my body. Although I know it exists, I can't see it. The hourglass is reversed repeatedly, and the sand grains bear heavy time. When I sigh sadly, time passes. When I hesitated and resisted, time passed. Recalling the fleeting time and mourning the fleeting time, I suddenly realized that the adults' advice to us was actually their sigh. Everyone has squandered time, and the years have made them understand that the time they squandered is a fatal mistake in life. So Tagore said: "The music of death floats from the gap of life." Those gaps in life, the gaps left by the official waste of time. Life is colorful, the more blank, the paler the existence of life. I can't help singing Du Qiuniang's "Flowers can be folded straight, don't wait for no flowers to fold". When you cherish your youth, don't let your youth wither in your own hands, even if the flowers will slowly wither. Life has no rest, so when you step into this world and recall the past, there is no gap in life to accommodate your helpless regrets.
I wrote this when I was in the third year of high school. I hope it helps you, too.