Article 1: There are four seasons in a year: spring, summer, autumn and winter, each with its own beauty and characteristics. There are spring in Yanwu, Ying Ge, warm midsummer, fruity autumn and snowy winter. If we don't cherish the beautiful scenery in front of us, they will pass you by quietly.
Grandpa winter quietly left in a silver suit, and Miss Spring came quietly with a seven-color halo. We are like happy birds, throwing ourselves into the embrace of nature. As the saying goes: "A year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in the morning." Indeed, in the spring morning, hazy fog and the same layer of silver gauze cover the earth. The sky is full of stars. Soon, a golden sun rose like a balloon from Ran Ran, Ran Ran in the east, slowly dispersed, and the earth was gently veiled.
On the poplar trees in the yard, several birds chirped, as if singing beautiful and moving songs, and as if singing poems praising the spring morning. Green grass grows out of soft soil. The emerald willow branches dance with the wind, and there are several slender green willow leaves on the willow. The lovely swallow flew back from the south. Wearing black coats and scissors-like tails, they leaned down in the air and presented a vibrant scene everywhere. In a blink of an eye, spring left me and summer came.
The grass is too lush and green in the fields in the suburbs in summer. The graceful Shandandan on the hillside is as beautiful as the sunset glow. Bright and beautiful roses blinked in the breeze, and many wild flowers in the ravine smelled fragrant and swayed with the wind. There are many pink buds between lotus leaves in the pond, which are as green as blue. Landscape hibiscus, slim and graceful, like a delicate and pretty girl. This is the most active season for students. On the Pujiang River, children wearing colorful swimsuits happily threw themselves into the arms of Pujiang. At night, the bright moon is in the sky, and the bright moonlight flows quietly on the earth. The moon rises gradually, and in an instant, the earth is completely naked. Summer is spent in Breath: Sound.
Look! Teacher Qiu dyed the sorghum in the field red, countless ears of grain golden yellow and cotton balls white. They lifted their lovely smiling faces and looked at the blue sky innocently. Under the blowing of autumn wind, layers of waves are rough. Chrysanthemums are in full bloom in the yard, red like fire, yellow like gold, white like snow, pink like chardonnay, and each one is more beautiful than the other; The apples in the orchard are as red as your doll's face; Bananas are as yellow as the crescent moon in the sky; Grapes are as bright as pearls; What about persimmons? Only little red lanterns.
The girl in autumn returned to the embrace of Mother Earth, and the mother in winter came to the earth. In other words, a little snow like sugar fell from the sky, and some of it fell into my mouth, so cool and sweet! Gradually, these elves flew all over the sky, and soon became thin six-petal flowers, such as ten thousand flowers, fluttering and running to the earth. In just one meal, the whole field of vision became wrapped in silver and extraordinarily enchanting. In the blink of an eye, the sun and the moon passed by like running water.
Ah! Time is precious, just like our life. Cherishing time means caring for our lives. We should follow time to the end of the world.
Sometimes, when we calm down and think, we will have a lot of feelings. Most of the feelings are the passage of time and the past, because when we grow up, we learn to stop and rest and look back, perhaps because we are afraid of forgetting precious memories one day, or perhaps because we don't have a good vision for the future.
I have different views on "time will make people grow". Many children want to grow up one day, but I am just the opposite, because I want to be a child, a child forever, because I am afraid of the passage of time, because it will bring death and reality.
I am worried that I will be old one day when I grow up; Death, memory and I are gone. Become empty. I am also afraid that I will face many realities when I grow up. If I regard my childhood as a piece of paper, it is white with a few small black spots on it, then my adult is gray with a few small white spots on it, and even children can see the cruelty of reality.
I get angry whenever I see children who have a wonderful childhood and enjoy it. Maybe I'm jealous! I had a wonderful childhood, but I didn't spend it meaningfully, but I didn't have the opportunity, because it was taken away by time.
Looking back, I always find many "mistakes", and I want to change them, sometimes I really want to; I wish I could travel back in time, so that I can change those "mistakes".
In fact, looking forward to the future is not a bad thing, because everything is unknown. Just like that, the past is just a memory, and the future is left to us to create. Maybe we will dwell on the future, but don't dwell on the past.
British playwright Fletcher once said such a sentence; Don't cry: don't sigh; Don't moan: sorrow can't call back the lost time. So we should enjoy the present time, and of course, don't forget the good memories that accompanied us through spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Chapter III: The passage of time There is such a picture in the prose memory: a child with a childish face, standing on a piece of green grass, looking up at the sky, quietly saying to himself, "I'm going to grow up ..." His heart is full of happiness.
Now, there is another teenager, one with a schoolbag on his shoulder and the word "sleepy" written all over his face. He began to be so tired that he muttered, "It's really annoying to grow up …" Who is this guy? It's you, it's me, it's him, it could be anyone.
I remember when I was a child, I always looked forward to growing up and always liked to draw a blueprint for growing up in the sky. Now, I have grown up. Heavy study, fierce competition, parents' expectation and teachers' trust make me breathless. I struggled in exams and scores, in reality and expectation.
I began to think: what did growth bring me? When all the golden sand flows out in the hourglass of years, all that remains is a bottle, which is empty. What did it leave me? A blank sheet of paper, a bitter white, and endless sadness. Growing up has made me lose a lot and gain a lot. At least, I was given a blank sheet of paper, waiting for me to color it. Between gains and losses, I gradually learned to grow and mature.
I began to recall again, recalling the childhood years that passed away in a hurry in the future. In my memory, my smiling face, as bright as sunshine, stretches out in every energetic day and then settles down in every sunny day.
Childhood is the simplest and happiest day. At that time, I could play with a doll all day; A little red flower awarded by the teacher can make you happy all day; A sweet and sour lollipop can be sweet to the whole heart. Now, the inexplicable giggle when I was a child has been replaced by an inexplicable helplessness, and that immature shoulder has shouldered an inexplicable responsibility. I can't let go, and I can't let go. ...
I really went back to my childhood! But can I go back to childhood? Reality, give it to me. Too realistic.
I have always wanted to face the whole world with the purest childlike innocence, but time is urging me to grow up. ...
Today, I suddenly stopped to think. What does time really mean? What does the passage of time mean? The passing time may be like the ebbing waves. It came in a hurry, even if it went, it just took something away, and so did the time. What is left in the end? What's left is just some sand on the beach.
Think about it, in your casual way, time passes by you like a stranger. No, maybe you only know the time from before to now, but time doesn't necessarily know you, because it comes in a hurry and takes away only your memories.
Even if you know the time, you shouldn't spend too much time thinking about it! I came in such a hurry that I only took away some memories. Those memories that you have dusted in the drawer of the past.
I used to laugh, I used to be bitter ... everything became a memory. Maybe you will occasionally open the drawer of the past and recall your past. But it's all over, and I can't come back. The end result is that time passes by you, and no one wants to keep it, and no one can keep it, leaving only a few sighs.
When time passes you by, although time does not hesitate, it can only leave a few sighs in the end. Some people sometimes complain why time flies so fast. Then his complaining is just futile, because he just complains blindly and doesn't think about how to cherish it.
Time goes by slowly from you, if you don't want to think about how to cherish and retain it? That time will never return, and what is left is really a few sighs.