When I gently rub my sleepy eyes, look out of the window, look up at the blue sky and have a bird's eye view of the crowd. There is a little regret, no, what is that? Is it helpless? Perhaps, what are you helpless about?
Time flies. Every time I get up, I think:
Yesterday passed, but what did you gain? Did he die in vain and never come back? Or is it significant and unforgettable? I don't know, but I'm really getting empty.
It is invisible, it has no shadow. Walking past me, I can't hear its footsteps; Floating away from my arms, I can't touch its hand. Embrace it, it really dodges; I missed it and it's blurred again. Where the hell is it? Where have you been? Come back?
I held my head and cried, and it slipped between my wet cheeks; I ran after it and reached out to touch it, but at the moment I touched it, it disappeared like a wisp of smoke, like a mist; I was waiting for it, but it passed me; I gave up, but it was still waiting for me in a deserted place. ...
It's been more than four thousand days and nights, and I still can't catch it. It is running and I am running, but I can't catch it. Slow me down, or is it too fast?
Will I catch up or not? Will I catch it? Will I master it or not? outcome ...
He was too deep to guess where he was going. I can only follow, one step, two steps; One year old and two years old. I kept walking, I don't remember how far I walked or how long I walked. Every time I forget not to cherish it, my heart is full of remorse and regret. How far is it from me? Why can't I catch it? Can't I catch it?
I am still chasing, chasing it, until the day when I rest in peace comes, and my soul is still pursuing its trace.
Its name is "time" ...
2. Imitate "Hurry" and write a short article similar to "Hurry". When playing the piano, time passes with the jumping notes; When playing computer, time passes at the fingertips of the keyboard; When watching TV, time passes before my eyes blankly ... The sun sets in a hurry and sometimes rises again. The meteor flashed by, and when it came back, the snow melted again. But, smart you tell me, why is our childhood gone forever? I lost it, didn't I? Where is it? Can you still find it? They ran away, didn't they? Where are they now? I don't know how much joy they gave me, but my childhood is getting farther and farther away from me. Counting silently, more than two thousand days slipped away from me quietly, like crystal dew on the grass. My childhood is as pure, beautiful and short as dew.
Go wherever you go, come wherever you come. Will there be a childhood bubble in this coming and going? When I got up in the morning, the alarm clock in the cabin rang and woke me up from my sleep. So-when fighting, the days slip away from the noise; When you cry, the days flash from the flashing tears; When you are bored, the days slip away from the boring mood.
When I opened my eyes and saw the sun again, it was only one step away from my childhood. I look back, but a new day is spent in pursuit. What can I do in the days when I fly away, in the world of thousands of families? Only memories, only yearning, what can I do in my childhood of more than two thousand days? The past days are like smoke, blown away by the breeze, and melted by the first day like morning dew on the grass tip. My childhood is gone forever. You are very clever. Tell me why my childhood is gone forever. The sun has set, and sometimes it rises. The meteor flashed by, and when it came back, the snow melted again. But, smart you tell me, why is our childhood gone forever? I lost it, didn't I? Where is it? Can you still find it? Did they run away by themselves? Where are they now?
3. Be in a hurry, copy the full text and copy the funny version. In desperation, copy the full text and copy your wife and leave, when you find it again; The child ran away and sometimes came back; Cooked ducks fly away and sometimes come back.
But smart, tell me, why is that good pork gone forever? Someone stole them: who is that? Where is it hidden? Did they burn it themselves? But how can pork be cooked by itself? My wife told me more than once that I must be optimistic about my prosperous wealth; But the refrigerator is magically empty. Counting silently, another piece of pork slipped away; Like a drop of water on the tip of a needle in the sea.
Pork disappeared in the closed refrigerator, without sound or shadow. My wife and I can't help sweating and crying.
Although all the things that should disappear have disappeared, the things that should appear have not yet appeared; In the middle of disappearing, how to hurry? When I got up in the morning, my wife told me not to take care of myself, but to take care of Wang Cai. Wang Cai wanted to eat pork, so I quietly picked up the vegetable basket and went to the vegetable market.
So-when wandering around, pork floated past my critical eyes; When bargaining, pork jumped out of my hand; When I bought it, pork was still dangling in my small vegetable basket. We noticed that the price of pork was getting more and more expensive. When we secretly prayed to God not to raise the price again, we raised the price in my prayer.
When the child cried, the pork creaked in the oil pan and then entered the child's stomach; Wang Cai gave a cry, and the pork was on the chopping board, and then it went into Wang Cai's stomach. It disappears a lot when my wife and I are hungry.
I covered my face and sighed. But the good pork I just bought disappeared in my sigh again.
What can I do in the days when pork disappeared inexplicably, in the silent sigh of my wife and I? Only sadness, only hunger; When you are hungry, what is left but a sigh? The lost pork, like smoke, has disappeared and been forgotten; As a myth, legends are getting more and more bizarre; What traces did it leave? Did the pork leave any clues? The butcher threw all kinds of pork from different sources into this market, and it disappeared as magically as mine in the blink of an eye? Why did you come here when you knew it would disappear-why didn't you feed those wild boar and wild dogs? Clever, tell me, why is my good pork gone forever? .
4. Imitate the full text of Hurry. The geese have flown away, and there is still time to come again; The grass is yellow and sometimes green; The cherry blossoms have fallen and bloomed again. But, lovely you tell me, why does our time pass so quickly? Someone ordered them, but now where have they slipped away?
I don't understand their arrival and process, but I can deeply feel their footsteps echoing in my ears. Counting in the dark, nearly 4 thousand 24 hours have escaped from my hands, like a fish in the sea, my time drops in the time of nature, countless but inconspicuous. I can't help but panic.
The past has passed, and what should come will come. Between the past and the future, I hurried by. On Monday morning, I picked up my schoolbag, put on a red scarf and walked to school humming. The bright sunshine is timing me. The grass on the roadside is encouraging me. My time flies, so do I, you see: when I write my homework, time passes from my homework; When reading a book, time flies from the book; When playing, time passes; In a daze, time slipped away from my face. I feel that time has passed in a hurry and I have come in a hurry. When he reached out to stop it, it passed through his fingers again. It was dark, I was lying in bed, and it was busy walking past me and flying away from my feet. When I was woken up by the crow again, another day, another 24 hours passed. I cried in bed, but the new time began to slip away in tears.
What can I do in the crowd in the fast-moving days? Only sad, only in a hurry. Besides being anxious, what else? The past time, such as air, has been absorbed by people; Like the wind, swept by branches. What have I done? Have I ever left a story like a golden thread? I came to this world quietly, and suddenly I want to go back to 2000 quietly? But I really don't understand, why do you want to do this? I really don't know how to keep this wonderful time and not let it slip away quietly.
Dear you, please tell me: Why does our time pass so quickly?
5. Imitate the writing style of Zhu Ziqing's In a hurry and write an article of about 650 words. The candle went out. When it was lit again, the grass withered. When the spring breeze blew, it turned green again. But why can't my life start over?
At night, I saw the moon hanging in the mysterious dark sky again. It was dawn, and I went back to work in the sun. I talk about classes day by day, but I have never been reincarnated, never been back, never been back! My days also passed away in the dim moonlight shadow. Leave no trace. Just like on the beach, the waves kept beating and layers of sand were washed away. Bored and silent. My memory, my time has gone with the sand.
My days are like clouds blown away by the wind, and my time has been forgotten and passed by day by day.
The willow tree in front of the window, watching it sprout year after year, grow leaves, wither, wither and start again. From brilliant flowers to scattered soil, there are only bare trunks and cold winds.
The footsteps of the day, like a cat, sneak to your side and leave quietly. When playing computer, the days fly away from the fingertips of pressing the keyboard. When watching TV, slip away from the dazzling screen. When you appreciate Deng Hua, wave in the bright light.
Days evaporate like water every day. Do we all have to sigh in vain in these more than 4 thousand days? We must seize life!
I chased the brisk pace of time, grabbed it and slipped through my fingers. He finally went, quietly left, quietly left. The waves beat against the rocks, splashing, unable to catch them, leaving, leaving, just.
Don't look back, look forward. Don't ask, "Why are my days gone forever?" Just keep moving ...
6. The days that passed in a hurry, such as (), such as (), such as (), passed in my blank mind when I was sitting by ().
Walking, the days jumped out of my lazy pace.
When I rest, the days pass by my pillow.
When I was writing, the days passed under my pen.
When I play the piano, the days flow gently through my fingers.
When I recall, the days slip away from the past.
In the past, the traces of the solar raft have been destroyed for a long time, such as glass, broken, such as moonlight, dispersed.
The past days, such as the soul, were shattered, such as sunshine, replaced by moonlight.
Past childhood is replaced by age, such as raindrops, evaporated by the sun.