I was deeply impressed by a song in CCTV Spring Festival Evening in the Year of the Horse. This song is called "Where has all the time gone?" .
Yes, where has the time gone? I felt a shiver in my heart. Suddenly, many childhood images in my mind seem to stay yesterday. In a blink of an eye, we have reached the age of 30.
When I was a child, my father's handsome face showed love for me, and my mother's flowery face was so warm. But now, with the change of time, it has changed. When I got home, I saw my parents with white hair and aging. Look at mom's face, look at dad's face, and look at yourself in the mirror. I have grown up, but my parents are old.
I asked myself, where has all the time gone? Is it like Mr. Zhu Ziqing said: "When washing your face, time slips through your fingers, and when washing your hands, the days pass from the basin;" When eating, the days pass from the rice bowl; Silently, and then look at the past from the eyes of condensation ... "
I have a better understanding of the concept of time. Time is so magical. It is fair to everyone, but some people can grasp it well and make full use of it; Some people think that time is endless, and they waste it unconsciously. As time goes by, those who successfully grasp time, those who waste time have accomplished nothing.
While cherishing career time, we should also cherish family time. Family time is hard to come by. While fighting for my career, I need to spend more time with my parents. I have been fighting for my career all year and can't go home often. I can only stay with my parents for a few days, and then I have to rush to work. The biggest reward for parents is actually very simple, that is, they can go home often and spend more time with their parents.
Accompanying parents is not busy answering all kinds of phone calls around them, not absently brushing Weibo to play WeChat, but earnestly tasting the familiar taste of every meal and listening attentively to the love parents give their children.
The alternation of affection and the coordination of affection and time are the most precious feelings and feelings for time in the world. These gave me a powerful shock, and my heart ached. Why time plays tricks on people? Why do I grow up and mature, and all my closest people have changed? Parents' faces disappeared, leaving only the faded color of time.
Where did the prose era go? 2 Where has all the time gone? I am old before I feel young, and I have children all my life ... In the Spring Festival Evening of 20xx, Wang Zhengliang's song "Where Has Time Been" became popular all over the country, and many people in front of the TV recalled the past and then became red-eyed.
Where is the emperor in the cabinet today? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows by itself. Time has been like a raging river, "running to the sea, never to return."
I opened my palm and stared at my finger, and how much time slipped away from it. What time is it? Is a young and frivolous newborn calf, is a white-haired old man!
We are all tired of trivial things, such as studying, working, getting married and having children. Ten years in a blink of an eye. Time is the fertilizer and invisible hand that promotes our growth, pushing us to keep moving forward and grow sturdily.
Time is a combination of contradictions, in which everything dies and the world is refreshed with great vitality. It represents a new beginning and the end of the old leadership.
Trees in the sky, several rings, people say that ancient trees are spiritual. I embrace them with open arms, close my eyes, gently stick the old trunk of ancient trees on my forehead and ask it deeply: Where has the time gone? A gust of wind blew, and the sound of swaying branches and leaves responded to me. I opened my eyes and found a fallen leaf floating down from my eyes. In an instant, I know that time goes by with life, and life is like a leaf, which grows from bud to dark green and finally dries up.
I reached out and held the void in front of me, smiled and said, hello, tomorrow.
Where did the prose time go? Late at night, a lamp, a song, a glass of wine, a person insomnia.
What makes people sad is always the loneliness of a person under the neon prosperity, the clock ticks and recalls the past.
How many stories, how many madness, how many laughter, how many people are sad.
And his story begins at the end of 20xx, and an unintentional glance leads to an out-of-control love.
I know this is just a story with no ending after all, but I can't extricate myself and get stuck in it.
His glowing name, his clear eyes, his glance and smile are deeply imprinted in my mind, and some habits have to start from that time. I began to like sitting by the window; Began to like blue and water; Like the beautiful starry sky, like to think of everything, think of him. This is the story of youth, this is the story of me and him. A story that begins with me and ends with me.
Sometimes I will be grateful that I am the only one in this young love, only one person's memory, one person's monologue, which is also the most appropriate ending given by the spirit of everything.
Time is a very lovely and wonderful thing. It teaches us how to love in the journey of sorrow and joy. The story is full of dazzling flowers, but it is still in the dim light for a moment.
Where did the prose time go? A few days ago, I happened to see a music and cultural program called "Good Folk Songs in China" on Hebei Satellite TV, in which an 80-year-old man was singing the song "Where has the time gone?" Although the old man consciously wanted to turn up the volume, because of his age, he was obviously powerless for some high notes. Although his performance in the music class "Good Folk Songs in China" is not very high every time, and he occasionally comes to the bottom, the old man has been singing seriously and attentively. This is Hu Baoshan.
Many people may not know Hu Baoshan when he is mentioned, but if he is a famous tenor of the Song and Dance Troupe of the General Political Department of the People's Liberation Army, the creator and singer of "I Love This Blue Ocean", the father of film and television actor Hu Jun, and the grandfather of Hu Hao Kang in the program "Where is Dad?", everyone will be familiar with this old man.
Since the song "Where is the time? After it came out, it soon spread all over the country. In a flash, rock, lyric, jazz, blues and other schools of "Where's the time? Appeared. Pop singers, students, teachers and other people of all ages are singing, but this is the first time to hear an 80-year-old man sing. Although the old man's high notes are a little broken, and even some can't keep up with the beat, this song sounds unique because of the singer's clear pronunciation and rigorous expression. In addition, the old man's hair is gray, and his hands and feet are not very sensitive, which is visually shocking.
"When I was young, I was old before I felt it./I gave birth to a child all my life./My mind was full of children's crying and laughing./When I spent half my life, I didn't look into your eyes properly./I just had wrinkles on my face in the blink of an eye ..." Listening to the old man's song, he didn't exaggerate or feel too sad, as if he was just telling an ordinary thing calmly. Although it is very dull, it is vivid, fascinating and imaginative.
Now we are singing "Where is the time?" Sigh that we are still playing games, chatting, playing games and wasting our youth, but we can't explain the unknown time. When we grow from hungry babies to adults who can take responsibility independently, we are on the verge of youth. Starting a business, starting a family, having children, and supporting our parents, the days pass in triviality, our youth is gone forever, and time flies.
Youth is gone. While we are lamenting the passage of time, we are also lamenting the fleeting time, the aging of youth and the short-lived appearance. I can't stop thinking about youth and want to catch even a little shadow of youth, but youth can't catch it like a loach, so I simply don't want to stay, break the jar and fall, and go with the flow. But when death comes, lying in a cold bed and smelling death, we begin to repent. There are still many dreams that have not been realized in this life. If we can do it all over again, we won't rush about for money, rush about for the future, and lose ourselves for irrelevant people and things. We will seize the time to study and constantly enrich and improve ourselves. We will not live for others' ideals, pay for others' ideals, change ourselves and wronged ourselves for others' likes and dislikes; We should enjoy youth, do what we like, and travel when we leave; We should put down our hurried steps, spend more time with our parents and children, enjoy family happiness and feel the sunshine. But ... there is no if in the long river of time, and time will not go back.
Friends, for our seventies, we won't regret it, we won't have any youth to miss, and we won't let time pass like the wind. We will work hard from today. Youth is everywhere as long as you are willing. We can be vigorous, plain and warm, and we can leave no regrets. As Hu Baoshan said at the end of the program, "Only by working hard can we write our own history. A good life is earned by yourself, not just from the street. "
Where did the prose era go? I often think: Where has all the time gone?
Time is like a naughty child, as if it will escape without a trace. At school, I look after the first-grade children who have just entered school. They laughed and played the games I used to play. Barabara plays the magic fairy, playing house, cooking and playing hide and seek. They are sweating, but they are happy. And look at me. I'm taller than them. I think the games they play are so childish. Now, instead of running and jumping like them, I play games or do my homework in the classroom. Anyway, I usually spend small classes and large classes in the classroom. I suddenly found that when I was having fun, the time had passed. Unconsciously, the summer vacation is coming, and I will be a freshman next semester.
At home, look at the photos taken by my parents when I was a child. When I was a child, I had a round face, small eyes and a bald head. I always cry and say things that only my parents can understand. Now I, with long hair and big eyes, never cry. The only thing that hasn't changed is my round face I feel that time is growing and passing slowly.
I must cherish the beautiful life now, don't let precious time pass in vain, and let myself live more wonderfully!
Where did the prose era go? Spring Festival Evening, a song "Where has the time gone? Singing the eyes of countless people, it also made many people fall into thinking: Where have our time gone these years? How many spectators inside and outside the stadium lamented this! Year after year, unconsciously, I suddenly became empty, my thoughts fluctuated and I was filled with emotion.
Time goes by, time goes by, I can't find the trace of time. Dreaming of love, I have no time to review my footprints. Time has passed.
The song sings: "The old trees in front of the door sprout new buds, and the dead trees in the courtyard bloom new flowers. After half a life, many words are hidden in white hair. ..... Where has all the time gone? I'm old before I feel young. I have raised my daughter all my life, and my mind is full of children's cries. Where did the time go? I spent it before I could see your eyes clearly For half a lifetime, there are only wrinkles in the blink of an eye. " The words are simple, straightforward, colloquial and sincere, revealing a helpless sigh for the years. Live singing makes people far away from home feel empathy, full of homesickness, and makes many live audiences cry. Even Zhang Guoli said, "I think of my parents and the white hair on my temples."
Children grow up under the care of their parents, but they don't feel that time has disappeared invisibly. Looking back at the time coordinates of every day is a realistic problem that is forgotten in the most casual way, thus leaving a sigh for life. "Where is the time? I feel old before I am young ... I have spent half my life with rice and oil, and there are only wrinkles on my face in a blink of an eye. "
I used to have many regrets. I hated myself for not understanding the holy spirit of family until very late, and began to pay attention to my father's back and my mother's cheek. Out of their arms, but never out of their feelings, what a great family in the world. Whenever I hear "Where is the time?" I think of my hometown. It's always a pity that I couldn't go back to take care of my parents before. After several struggles, I have gone through many departments and units for work, and my life is getting better and better, but I have failed to honor my parents. My parents left me one by one 10 years ago and last April. "The son should be filial, and the relatives are not there." It's hard to express and express my feelings, and I can't help crying. When my parents were seriously ill, I could only take a week off to visit them. Unfortunately, when I heard the news from my hometown, I didn't even dare to look into my eyes and say a word before I went back, so I closed my eyes forever.
Time flies, the years are ruthless, taking away our youth, blowing yellow leaves all over the ground, and the memory of the past has not faded, and the memory is stored in our hearts. Time goes by, years are traceless, and youth is gone. In the changing time, he is like a wandering scavenger, exhausting all his strength, but he can't catch the fleeting time and distant back. In the beautiful and sad youth, there are too many feelings of hanging himself, and those sad past events that have never ended wander in the windy country without leaving a trace of staying. How can he go there?
The ideal in the dream can't escape the lingering years after all. The long road of life, no matter what kind of years, is towards a sober reality and the end of dreams. This is a dreamland that can't go back, just like floating life and chaos. I can't learn to recognize myself and always deny myself. When dreams are dazzling and flowers bloom again one day, people are no longer young, only cherish them.
Time goes by, the years change, the world is flashy, the past is in a hurry, the dance is over, don't be prosperous, and the fragrance of flowers in a season is slowly fading away. How many memories are worth sorting out and how much time is worth pursuing, just a few times in the dream. Looking back happily, the years are scattered on the face of the season, mottled with memories, old and young. Keep the fragrance of the years, let the time drift away, blur the memory and copy it into a fairy-tale spring.
Where did the time go? Where did the time go? I hope that the years will be quiet and the life will be safe.
Where did the prose era go? 7 "Where has the time gone? I am old before I feel young ... "On New Year's Eve, the family watched the Spring Festival Gala in front of the TV. They laughed and laughed and were pulled out by Wang Zhengliang's "Where Has Time Been?" Lines of clear tears were too late to be wiped away by hand. Tears seem to open the floodgates.
I leaned against the girl's chest, and the girl hugged me and pulled my broken hair. "Where has the time gone?" I reached out my wrinkled and stained hand and asked the girl. The girl's hands are white and tender: "It's time! Mom's time is concentrated here! Look at me and you will see the existence of time. "
Yes, there is time. At this moment, the girl's warm arms are accompanied by the sound of "burst, burst" heart beating. "The little feet in memory, the meaty mouth; I gave her the love of my life just for the voice of my parents ... "The girl wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes with her hand," Mom, you should be happy! You see, I was still with you for three years in high school! " Yes, at the moment, I still think of you who can't sit still. It was the first Spring Festival in your life, in the hot spring park. My mother wants you to take a photo independently, and she wants to race against time to leave your shot. Or the one with a ponytail, crooked head, holding a handful of dried corn kernels and feeding pigeons intently; Still that lovely you, with your toothless mouth open, riding a handsome little bike and walking through the forest park like the wind; It's still you ... but now you put your arm around me, but I snuggle up to your chest like a child, with a warmth, like a counterattack of time!
"Where did the time go? I didn't get a good look at you, but my eyes are blurred. I have lived on daily necessities for half my life, and in a blink of an eye, there are only wrinkles on my face ... "Looking at the photos of Da Mengzi and his father flashing on the TV screen, time flies and the children are getting bigger and taller. The shoulders that once snuggled up are now hugged by children. Eyes crossed, eyes blurred. The lovely big child in the camera has become my girl. The smile changed from childlike to green, and the eyes changed from helpless to firm. Once we had to walk hand in hand and cross the hurdle, now the girl is full of confidence and walks steadily. Once upon a time, that girl was at the bedside, talking about her parents' life, success and failure, past and future! Between words, I am also planning my parents' future!
Is it the transformation of roles or time and space? Unconsciously, are we really old? Years have taken away our youth, but we have created another legend through our children! Day after day, year after year, we are sketching out the future of our children. A few years ago, our parents, in absolute beauty, looked at you and me in infancy with deep affection and envied our future with fascination. Let time continue to flow. A few years later, the delicate children once held in your hands and mine will grow up and stare at their children with affectionate eyes. ...
"The old tree in front of the door has sprouted, and the dead tree in the courtyard has blossomed again. How many words have been handed down and hidden in white hair ... "You see him by my side, his head has been hidden in white hair, and I always wash my hair and stare blankly at the hair floating in the basin. Where did the time go? Why did my parents' hair leave me resolutely? Between fear, reluctance and panic, there is some confusion about life, and sometimes it becomes clear and thorough. For decades, I didn't feel grown up and mature, but at a certain moment, I found myself old. No matter how expensive skin care products are, they can't stop wrinkles. Should come, must come! I have to go, I have to go! The train of time goes forward forever, and the train of life goes back and forth forever.
Time can't stop the hourglass, tiny dust, between clear and soft, between firm and firm, vague. Parents' eyes are softer and softer, and children's eyes are more and more firm. When people reach middle age, what about your eyes and mine? Are they still blinking and blurring? Parents' love becomes long, expecting perfection; Children's love becomes extensive, and they expect to become strong; Where is your love? Is it more mature, tolerant and open-minded? Left hand holding parents, right hand holding children, happiness is now-full circle!
Don't ask "where is the time?" Look at your parents, look at your children, hold your left hand and right hand tightly, and let time stay in the present! "Time is now!"
Where did all the prose time go? Sitting in the corner of time, quietly watching the breeze gently blowing through the flowers and plants, the sun poured down without cover. Today, Yun doesn't know where she went, leaving only the blue sky waiting for her return. The cheerful songs of birds came from time to time and occasionally flew through the air. Before I could appreciate its graceful posture, it had already passed by. Only its agile figure left on the road and the swaying flowers when it flapped its wings and took off could it be proved that it just flew away. A butterfly is dancing among the flowers. It stops and falls, as if looking for the footprint of the other half's love. Flowers and plants are lush and trees are shady. In a blink of an eye, the beauty of summer has been described by this natural magic pen. Seeing this, she realized that it was the early summer of 20xx. I just feel some warmth in this room. It's already midsummer outside. Thinking that I am sitting here, I have entered a middle-aged river. Looking back, I was really at a loss and couldn't help asking myself who I was. How did I get here? Where has all my time gone?
Switch the time machine to more than 40 years ago, a lovely little girl and grandma sat in the Liu Yin by the river, knitting a willow hat, and there was a fishing net they had just laid in the river. Wicker hats are woven and the little girl wears them on her head. Grandma looked at her lovingly, and the smile on her face bloomed like a chrysanthemum. At this time, all the fish in the net were full, so grandma went to close the net. The little girl danced and sang. Grandpa came over and stroked her head gently, and the smile on his face was still there. This is the happiest place in the little girl's childhood memory, and it is a paradise in her heart. In her dreams, she will come here from time to time, with warm yards, clear rivers, willow trees, loud cicadas, beautiful willow hats, loving smiles, crisp laughter and songs. Where has all the time gone at this time? At this time, time is hidden in the little girl's heart, in her dreams, in the laughter of her grandparents and in their love!
The little girl grew up slowly. She is a clever and sensible child. When she was very young, she devoted herself to sharing the burden of the family, washing and cooking for her parents and taking care of her brother every day. At this time, her pleasure is to listen to the radio, the Little Cough hosted by Uncle Dong Hao and Aunt Juping, the children's program The Torch of the Stars, storytelling, movies and music ... From here, she learned a lot, learned a lot, and learned that love can be sacrificed for it. She also got to know Pi Nuo, knowing that lying is not a good boy and should be punished. She told herself not to lie at any time. At school, she swims in the sea of books and shares the fun of learning with her classmates and teachers. When she comes home from school, she will consciously pick up a sickle to cut grass in the field and dig wild vegetables for the cows and rabbits at home. In the evening, she will cook a meal and stand quietly in the alley waiting for her parents to return from other places. Until she saw the familiar figure, her hanging heart would be put down. No one knows that her little heart will hide too much worry and love. In this way, year after year, day after day, from primary school to high school, the little girl has grown into a big girl. She is more like a lotus flower, quietly blooming in the lotus pond, silently fragrant the world around with her own fragrance. Where is the time at this time? In the hardships of parents, in the meals that parents enjoy quietly after returning home, in the grass chewed by cows and rabbits, in Andersen's fairy tales, on the hard way to study, in her persistent hope!
From childhood to adolescence, from adolescence to youth, girls really grow up. Because of the sudden change of life, she had to work early and put down all hope for the time being. Grandpa, who loved her deeply, left her first, and then grandma suffered misfortune. From then on, she was seriously ill in depression until her death. During this period, she also married and had children, and the initial sweetness was destroyed by the ruthless reality. She was not destroyed one by one. She resisted the ups and downs from all directions with her petite body. She constantly enriches herself with knowledge. She didn't destroy her original dream. She is still a leader at work and a good daughter, wife and mother in life, because she always supports herself with her initial kindness and strength and her commitment to herself. In this way, she came step by step, the road really got wider and brighter, and her daughter grew up to be a big girl, smart, sensible and lovely. Nothing overwhelmed her, but her father's death made her see a lot, changed a lot, and was really hurt. Here, her time stayed in the back of her elderly relatives, in the gray hair, in the tears of their loved ones' death, in the hard waiting, in the loyalty to love, in the strength of her body, in the fine lines around her eyes, in her daughter's growing feet, in her love for her loved ones, and in her increasingly indifferent heart!
Where has all the time gone? Think about it, her time really drifted for love, but she has no regrets. She is not afraid of another wrinkle on her face, but more afraid of a few strands of white hair on her head. It is worthwhile to give the time she loves to the person she loves. She is willing to dedicate her love time to them as long as the people she loves are happy!
Where did all the prose time go? This week is the weekend. However, I occasionally think of the company phone number in my ear. After answering the phone, I get up to exercise. I want to go back to sleep after breakfast. Oh, it seems impossible. It's hard to sleep.
A person's breakfast, lying in bed, is so lazy, quietly enjoying a beautiful weekend time ... in this sunny day, I feel a kind of comfort in my heart.
I turned on the music and began to play the song "Where Has Time Been?", which echoed in my ears over and over again. Look in the mirror, oh, the traces of years are still crawling in the corner of my eye, and there are many, many, many, many, many, and I feel an indescribable sadness when I think of these. Yes, unconsciously, 28 spring, summer, autumn and winter have passed, day and night. Now, in order to make a living, we still have to stick to the road of life struggle with trepidation. It is clear that there is no retreat, only persistence. Oh, where's the time? Haven't had time to feel the joy of youth, so cruel to grow old!
Flowers bloom and fall, spring goes and spring comes, and the neem tree in front of the dormitory blooms again. Lavender flowers, tightly surrounded, exude a faint fragrance from time to time. It seems to be good news for people: spring has come. At this time of year, it's also a time of missing, those flowers, where are you? Okay？
I wonder if you have a good time in this season when grass grows and warblers fly and your mind is crazy. I don't know if you have the same concerns as me about Fei, Lan, Fang, Lian, Yu and Ge in the same season. Are you all married? Or are you still alone? Sometimes I see photos of your family on the Internet, which looks so happy and sweet. I'm so happy for you! Wherever I go, I will never forget to bless you silently. Oh, where has all the time gone? You're busy for your family before you can get together and chat?
Yes, time and tide wait for no man, leaving a mark on the face of once young parents. And my brothers and sisters are married. They become more mature and steady. Where has all the time gone? Will my dear parents' eyes be wasted before they feel young and enjoy life?
Life is like a dream, there are ups and downs, ups and downs. I believe there are many stories behind everyone. Along the way, I have laughed, cried, succeeded and failed.
Looking back indifferently, the road you inadvertently walked, everything you once owned, even if forgotten, never left, because they have already been recorded in the wheel of your life. For decades, many things seem to have happened yesterday. What have you gained and lost in this colorful life? Is life today what you want?
I suddenly found that there are still many things I haven't had time to discover, do and feel, but where has the time gone? ...
I just want to say that if there is a if, I will cherish it and live every day seriously, because I don't want to leave too many regrets in this life and the rest of the time.
Where did the prose era go? 10 It takes 30 minutes to enjoy a thick meal; It takes 60 minutes to watch a movie, which is not even enough. But time is so precious, so precious, every minute has its value, and there is no room for slack. Maybe you are just a bad heart, but looking back, you wasted too much. At that moment, I blamed my horse for ignoring the tiger. No regret medicine, no time machine. What is lost will never come back, and what is repented will eventually become a memory. Memories are more silent crying.
Where did the time go? Some people like to ask themselves and the world, and the final answer may be hatred of wasting time; Perhaps it is the shame of inaction, and everyone's achievements are different. But what I want to say is stop asking this stupid question, fool, time is not always there! It's just that sometimes I'm too confused to hear its footsteps clearly, which makes me feel very confused. But when you have more precious equipment than money, in the end, you just say to yourself every day, don't be afraid that I have equipment that money can't buy. Very precious. It's all mine. Hehe, what a luxury! Is the equipment that others dream of and cherish worthless in your hand? Time won't let you get credit. The past is really over. What's more, it owes you nothing, so it has a clear conscience and you don't know how to cherish it!
When writing a composition as a child, as long as you encounter a question about time, you don't have to think about it. It must be "time flies, the sun and the moon fly." Maybe I was young and ignorant. At that time, I had no idea what this sentence meant. I just keep it in mind when I often hear it from my teacher. Now gradually, common sense has become extensive and rich, and we understand their true meaning-time flies. When you don't know where time has gone, maybe he just passed you by.
You really want to know the truth? I don't think it is necessary at all. People who know will naturally feel that there is so much time. Why not think about life and plan for the future? Maybe you haven't figured out exactly where Chu time went, but you are white-haired and cherish what you have. As for some, let him go, it is better to have than to waste! Of course, precious equipment is precious, not because it can get some wealth, but more intangible value, just like time, although you can't see it, it is so precious. It is not eternal. Will eventually return to zero and dissipate. I don't want to be sure. I just want to recall the past, without any regrets, without any regrets.
If life is long, it is only a few days and nights; If life is short, it is only a short pause. Sometimes in my heart, naturally I won't ask too much, and naturally I won't hesitate to want it. Again, time flies, the sun and the moon fly. If you cherish it, you have it.