At that time, my mother's face was kind and warm.
Father's face is full of smiles.
But these are short-lived. Do you want to go back?
unfortunately, I can only tell you, no! No way!
There is only one life, and the old man is fair. He gives everyone the same time.
do you want someone who has died around you?
no! No way!
what? God is not fair.
hehe, I guess you are wrong again!
God is fair, and he gives everyone the same time.
to tell the truth, I am as naive as you sometimes think that it would be great to have elixir of life in the world!
but the reality tells us that there is no such medicine.
I have been hurt and misunderstood by my parents. But my own heart tells me that mom and dad love you, but they hurt you unintentionally because of their rude language.
children, be filial to your parents now! Don't wait until you are old to know what treasure is.
By then, it will be too late ...
Time flies, and the sun and the moon fly. 35 words
Time flies, flowers bloom and fall. The study and life in primary school passed in a flash. We are about to graduate, and at the moment when we are about to leave our alma mater, our mood is particularly excited, and everyone's heart is full of nostalgia. Looking back on the past, six years of primary school life is vivid in my mind, and the grass, trees, bricks and tiles of my alma mater are so familiar and kind.
When class started, there was a loud sound of reading in the classroom. The teacher was talking intently on the platform, and the students listened with relish. All this was so familiar.
After class is over, the school will suddenly become an ocean of joy. On the playground, some play football and some jump rope.
I can't forget it, dear teacher! I can't forget your earnest teachings and your kind eyes. From the beginning of learning boring pinyin letters to being able to write catchy compositions, how much you care for us.
I can't forget it, dear classmates! I can't forget the time we spent together day and night, and I can't forget the deep friendship we forged. Six years, breaking up in a blink of an eye, how can I be calm in my heart?
I can't forget the beautiful school! You feed us like a mother's sweet milk and make us grow sturdily.
The memory of my alma mater is warm and beautiful, and my gratitude to my alma mater is sincere and endless. Let's thank the teachers for their hard work again!
oh! Goodbye, feed our alma mater! ! !
No.6 Jinling Primary School, Baoji City, Shaanxi Province
15 words dedicated to the fleeting time
The deceased was like a husband, Don't give up night and day
-Inscription
Just after catching up with yesterday's faint sunset, I climbed up my brow
Hurriedly rushed to the mountain where it disappeared
Only caught zero starlight
Can I hold my tail in a hurry
How many people have chased and raced with it
Whether I can't see the flying body
Then why? Wandering
reaching out and not knowing where to hide
Can we always sigh that it is elusive
Let it be held in our hands and played lightly
But look at our immature eyes in the mirror
It is clearly a reward from its kindness
Why bother to chase after it
Gently stop your tired feet
Wipe the sweat from your forehead. 5 years, what a long history it is! It is time that witnessed the humiliation and development of history. In the long river of history, generations of heroes created and created history.
what the hell is time? It is a very wonderful and unusual thing, which can't be seen or heard; Can't touch it; Nothing in the world can replace it. Although 1, years is only a blink of an eye for the universe, what a long and distant story it is for human beings! However, all human activities always pass by it. How many people have written touching stories because of its passage; How many people have regretted and gone crazy because of its ruthless flight. However, for a person who doesn't appreciate time, time is long. On the contrary, time is like lightning for a person who knows how to cherish it.
Time is cruel. If you don't cherish it, it will ruin everything. Although it is colorless and tasteless, it will make you taste the ups and downs of life.
The driver said, "Time is mileage."
The farmer said, "Time is food."
The military strategist said, "Time is victory."
The entrepreneur said, "Time is money."
The doctor said, "Time is life."
intellectuals say, "Time is wisdom." ......
As long as we don't waste time, cherish every minute and don't be ashamed of everything that time has given us. I don't run away from time, but I am afraid that time will pass in a hurry; Afraid that time will take away life; Afraid of taking away good luck. However, "there is nowhere to find an inch of gold, but nowhere to find an inch of yin." Helpless! So it ushered in one morning and evening after another. Therefore, we should be a 21-year-old practical excellent middle school student; Be a winner who challenges time. Let's cross the starry sky in the 21st century hand in hand!
Time is still there, and the days when we left you are still
Those long-standing dreams are still recorded in the thick diary
But I am afraid to open them again, just like the sealed history
This time, I made our history truly history
far away from the laughter under the banyan tree, and
dim.
Thoughts that have flown through youth and broken lines in life
Still watching you scattered far away in the horizon ...
Sitting on the train, the scenery outside the window flashed at high speed
I always thought that was my time,
I sat here and watched them swish away
through the well-defined branches of banyan trees,
through the last one before lights out.
Flowing through the past that will never come back ...
I clenched my hands and began to marvel at the passing streets, the blurred foothills,
The train wheels kept rubbing on the tracks, making a rattling noise,
The slow "Those Flowers" in the earplugs collided strongly with the machinery, and the flames were everywhere!
when flowers bloom, there are seasons;
when you leave, no one knows.
I don't know when you will leave, just like I don't know that you have been here.
Everything in the past passes like clouds, like a party that started hastily and ended hastily.
Has this performance not been rehearsed really been staged?
if so, why don't I remember it at all?
Some people say: Is it time flies?
No, time is still there, but we fly ...
Time flies
Memories fly through the confused fog, and it was once full of dust. How can I bear it? The past years are so helpless, time has turned into waiting, all the sadness has landed in this era, reaching out to receive the petals falling in the evening sky, cutting the breeze between the fingers, echoing with deep lament. Draw a knife and cut off water, raise a glass to drown your sorrows, sing a song about wine, and live a geometric life. What is life like a dream? It will disappear overnight. A fleeting rush is the coldest costume of life, but who says life is a long journey, I say it is the heaviest burden in the journey. The fallen soul is the most arrogant cold plum in the world of ice and snow, and the collapsed body is a dead branch swaying in the wind and rain. In despair, who rises with whom, bends down and buries a piece of absurdity. I can't find those fleeting times anymore, and the only way out is to move forward bravely. Tell yourself to be strong, no matter how big the wind and frost are. Close your eyes, let your heart fly, hold your friend's hand and go through thick and thin together. Disappointment lingers, so let hope fill your heart.
Look at the night sky, make a beautiful wish at the twinkling stars, open your eyes, put all your hopes in your eyes, then close the curtains, close your eyes and go to sleep quietly.
that wonderful time 726 words
Looking back at the quicksand of time, we have experienced a lot, but what I can't forget is that wonderful time.
It's the golden season of the year. The bones in the rice fields are already heavy and rustled by the wind. I sit on the ridge of the field and look at this beautiful scenery. Everything is so beautiful. A thin figure came to me. My grandmother was always dressed in that pale white calico dress, as simple as a wild daisy. Years left a permanent mark on her face, and wrinkles were lying on her face. I rushed to my grandmother and helped her with the farm tools. My grandmother would never be idle, and she came to weed again. Inadvertently, I saw a board in my grandmother's hand. I asked curiously, "Why do you want to take a board? What is the function of this board?" "You will know later." Grandma sold me a lock with a smile.
I saw my grandmother crossing the small ditch and entering the rice field. The long rice was waist-high and as tall as my grandmother. Grandma skillfully picked up the board, held it high above her head, and smashed it hard. In the blink of an eye, a large piece of rice was folded and fell to the ground. I quickly shouted, "Why did you smash all the good millet?" Grandma turned around. Beads of sweat were falling down her short hair. The orange sunset was reflected on her side face. Her face was so beautiful. "There will be heavy rain in the next few days, and only the rice that can survive the beating can grow fuller millet." Grandma said earnestly. I nodded carelessly, and suddenly looked up and bumped into my grandmother's expectant eyes. "Don't be afraid of setbacks, son. Be a tenacious person when you grow up." I froze, and then smiled confidently at my grandmother. The afterglow of the sunset is evenly scattered on my grandmother and me. My grandmother's silver silk shines in the sunset. I lean against a big tree and enjoy this wonderful time quietly ...
This wonderful time is deeply hidden in the deepest part of my heart and moistens my heart. The wind blows quietly, and the sunset still hangs on the horizon, covering me with warm sunshine.
the first day: Qian Yaoyao
Time, time, you walk 19 words slowly
The snowflake of that year
has been left in whose wall yard
and the tiles are wet. Time is still in a hurry
but the person who walks in time
still refuses to move
the romantic yesterday
is just a moment of surprise
I'm running in the footsteps of time from a distant place
but I still can't get out of this lush age
Time and time, please walk slowly. By the time she came to her senses, she was already at the playground gate. She saw two thick ropes hanging in the amusement park like a high gate. Bing Lian smiled. Many children often climb on it to play in the morning, but she didn't know what it was used for. Bing Lian walked to the door and couldn't help looking inside, as if something was attracting her. By the time she came to her senses, she had walked into that door unnoticed. Bing Lian looked behind through the door and found that all the children who had been playing in the back were gone. She frowned and walked around the door.
Now, if you are on the path of the fifth building in the second phase of Ningxin Widow Community, you will find a girl with blurred eyes walking slowly. Ice lotus is still thinking about the door uneasily. Why is that door so strange that you can't see those children when you just walk in? Bing Lian didn't care too much. After all, the teacher left a lot of homework recently and didn't have time to think so much, especially Bing Lian, who is a schoolmaster.
Before you know it, Binglian has reached the door. "Ding-dong ..." Ice lotus waited for a long time and didn't see anyone open the door. "Mom, are you there? Dad! " Ice lotus shouted.
Supermarket
"Lianer ..." Bing Dad and Bing Ma cried anxiously. "Where did the child go?" Ice mother sighed and asked in a hoarse voice. Ice dad also sighed and looked anxiously, hoping that his daughter could come back immediately. Binglian, who was just visiting the supermarket, suddenly disappeared, which made them very anxious.
Goodbye in six days. That time (14) is 213 words
-Gautier's rooftop-
A brown trench coat, like the open arms of death, is domineering under the surging air. The girl's beautiful figure is wrapped under a windbreaker. Blood-red hair clings to white unnatural skin, and even the long bangs on the cheeks can't hide the black enchanting, strangely open, knowing that it is getting bigger and bigger. It's like a confinement, solitary and delicate facial features. When you take off your sunglasses and see that demon green, no one will marvel at her peerless beauty, know fear and fear endlessly. Dugu stood in the wind without fear, as if being aloof from the cold was only inferior to an ant in her eyes.
"Miss Chiyo, huh." Dugu's facial paralysis, as always, may be this kind of expression, which makes people ignore her beauty. Finally, the' oh' that sounds like a smile should be nasal, because her mouth is completely radian.
"You came back after a thousand generations of drunkenness." Mechanical voice, with a cold evil wind, strange figure appeared, holding a crystal ball, turned out to be the cloak woman.
"Miss Chiyo still remembers me. What an honor." Dugu raised his eyebrows faintly, and the irony in his eyebrows was unobstructed. Drunk for thousands of generations? How long has it been since anyone called this name? Perhaps, her real name is a taboo and an unlucky name.
"why did you come back! ？” The cold female voice suddenly became very sharp and unbearable, and the cloak of the thousand generations of the moon also fell to the ground, which was very beautiful with the appearance of two or three points similar to that of Dugu. The moss held high and the dark eyes as deep as ink were not demon green. His face is much more ruddy than that of Dugu, but there is no stunning color of Dugu. The crystal ball in her hand also flashed a white light angrily.
"Is this the place of Chiyo family?" Dugu looked at the thousand generations of the moon jokingly.
"no ... of course not." Don't turn away from the fear of Chiyo Miyue. Don't look at the strange monster green. She is afraid of that kind of eyes, solitary uncondensed eyes, and she is very afraid.
"Then why do you care about me?" Dugu not coagulation suddenly lifted a trench coat, Sandy jade hand stretched out, in a flash, one thousand generations on felt a suffocation, as if a god of death is pinching her lifeline, immediately died.
For another moment, the oppressive feeling disappeared, and the lonely face was expressionless: "Are you afraid of my strength?" Ridiculous. "
"You are still the blood of a thousand generations, and you are bleeding from a thousand generations!" A thousand generations of lost months suddenly had courage, as if full of confidence. She hates being drunk for generations (lonely), which is undeniable. This one ranks in the' evening' generation, and she has to call her aunt, who has frightening power and crazy appearance.