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The swallow has gone, and there is a time to come again; Willows withered, there is a time to green again; The peach blossoms have withered and will bloom again. But, you the wise, tell me, why are our days gone forever-- Someone stole them: who is it? And where? They escaped by themselves: where are they now?

I don't know how many days they gave me; But my hands are getting empty. Counting silently, more than 8000 days have slipped away from me; Like a drop of water from the tip of a needle dripping into the sea, my days are dripping into the stream of time, without sound or shadow. My head was wet and I wept.

Go as you go, come as you come; In the middle of coming, how do you hurry? When I got up in the morning, two or three oblique suns shone into the hut. The sun has feet and moves gently and quietly; I am also confused to follow the rotation. So -- when washing hands, the days passed from the basin; When eating, the days pass from the rice bowl; When I was silent, I passed in front of my eyes. I noticed that he went in a hurry. When he stretched out his hand to cover it, he passed by his hand. When it was dark, I lay in bed, and he jumped over me and flew away from my feet. When I open my eyes and see the sun again, it's another day. I covered my face and sighed. But the shadow of the new day began to flash in the sigh.

What can I do in the world of thousands of families in the days of flight? Only wandering, only in a hurry; In the rush of more than 8000 days, what is left except wandering? The past days are like light smoke, dispersed by the breeze, like mist, evaporated and melted by the early sun; What traces do I leave? Have I ever left a trace like a hairspring? I came to this world naked and will go back naked in the twinkling of an eye? But it can't be flat. Why did you go for nothing?

Tell me, you who are wise, why are our days gone forever? I hate this hurried time. I love this hurried time. 450 words. What memories does time leave me? Pain? Or grow up, I don't know, I only know

--I hate this rush of time

Because it makes me realize that missing is painful

I love this hurried time

Because it makes me realize that memory is happy

I hate this rush of time

Because it opened the prelude to darkness

I love this hurried time

Because it is the curtain call for darkness

I hate this hurried time

It destroyed mankind

I love this hurried time

It created mankind

I hate this hurried time because it separates us

I love this hurried time, because it makes us meet

In a hurry, like the Yangtze River water, there is no freezing period and never stops. I only know that it flows slowly into the East China Sea and disappears into the Pacific Ocean

Like a grain of sand in the river, I drift with the waves into the East China Sea and sink into the Pacific Ocean

I fought! I ran away!

I don't know for whom I want to rely on my own strength

Stop it from moving forward and let it stand still at this moment

Let the dreamy characters stay in happiness forever

And I finally lay on the dark sea bottom

I can only feel the sea rippling & hellip& hellip;

And the dreamy character in my heart is crying

It was her crying that woke me up

So I jumped on the beach on the waves

Watch the petrel flash through the storm

Listen, the waves are hitting the stone wall

And I am bathed in the sun

But what about my heart? Did she leave me in a hurry

Did she disappear into the endless night

Disappear in the dark night without petrels, waves or even stars

I hate this rush of time because it separates my heart from me

I only hope that the time I love will bring my heart and light together

Light me and the darkness around me

Look forward to & hellip& hellip;

Grade two of No. 1 middle school in Hanzhuang Town, Weishan County: Wu Kaixuan hurried 500 words. I found a starting point and began to stroll. Science building - back garden - basketball court - Primary School Department & hellip& hellip; To the science building again. One cycle or two or three, endless. I like this way of wandering, because it doesn't take much mental effort to walk, but I can still find a lot of things.

I move forward at the speed of 1 step / second. I will blindly Look East and West, change the angle of view at a high frequency, and feel like using a camera. Capture those fragments with the camera, because it is also a part of my life, although it is too short, hurried and quickly forgotten.

On the lawn sat a man and a woman. I know this couple and have seen them here twice. So I took two more eyes, gave them enough shots, and wished them 'lovers will get married' by the way.

Just turned around, a group of girls came to meet them. They passed them with a shoulder distance of 0.5 cm. The instantaneous speed when they met was 0.02 M / s.

'shua 'scored, a beautiful shooting action was fixed there, so handsome! The one who shoots the ball looks familiar. His dimples are obvious. I like them.

I don't remember how many pictures I saw and how many people I met along the way. Although the speed of 1 step / second is very slow, I still feel in a hurry, because they are the fast ones and those fragments. It seems that someone said that 'life is like a white horse crossing the gap between heaven and earth, just suddenly'. It is in this' suddenly 'life that there are countless hurried fragments and countless hurried passers-by. Maybe it's just a shoulder wipe, maybe there's a smile and wave, but we still choose to forget, not even forget, it's omission.

Suddenly I thought of a popular song I learned the first, ye Qianwen's "a natural and unrestrained walk", "heaven and earth are long, passers-by are in a hurry, the tide rises and falls & hellip& hellip;'

So I sing this song, continue to walk slowly, be a hurried passer-by in their eyes, and become a passer-by in their lives. After reading hurry, I felt 650 words. The ancients once said 'an inch of time, an inch of gold, an inch of gold can't buy an inch of time'. In the poem of the long song line, it also mentioned that 'if young people don't work hard, old people are sad'. Whenever I hear this sentence of cherishing time, I think of Zhu Ziqing's prose hurry.

This article is about time gone forever. Don't waste your time. From it, I realized that time is money. I thought I had spent more than 4600 days and nights, but what had I done? Only wandering, only in a hurry. In the rush of more than 4000 days, what is left except wandering?

I once heard such a joke: a company employee asked his boss for leave. The boss said to him, 365 days a year, 52 weekends, minus 104 days, there are 261 days left. You still have 16 hours out of work every day. Minus 170 days, there are 91 days left. You spend 30 minutes drinking coffee every day, 23 days, 68 days, 1 hour eating every day, 46 days, There are 22 days left. You usually ask the company for 2 days of sick leave every year, and there are only 20 days left. There are 5 holidays every year. The company doesn't go to work. Minus these 5 days, there are 15 days left. The company generously gives you 14 days of leave every year. In this way, your working time is only 1 day left, and you have to ask for this day of leave. After reading this joke, I not only laughed, but also felt a chill. Although the boss's method of calculating time is not necessarily accurate, it is enough to tell us to cherish time.

Friends, when you play the computer, the days pass from the keyboard, and when you watch TV, the days flash from the screen. My friend, life is short, but calculate carefully. How much time do we spend on work and study in our life? I remember Chen Zhongshi once said: no matter what setbacks and grievances you encounter in your life, don't waver, don't defend, and go your own way! Because any vacillation, including justification, will cost effort, time and life. Don't delay your journey.

"The swallows have gone, and there is a time to come again, the willows have withered, there is a time to green again, the peach blossoms have withered, and there is a time to bloom again, and our days will never return." I can't help thinking of a sentence 'wasting other people's time is equal to murder for money, and wasting your own time is equal to chronic suicide.' Students, cherish time! Time is money! Is life! After reading rush, I feel 400 words. The content of this page is pushed for you by "sihai.com reading". Rush is a lyric prose written by Zhu Ziqing. It talks about the fast passage of time and its gone forever. I have deep feelings after reading it.

Mentioning 'hurry' can arouse many associations, such as the hurry of learning, the hurry of work, and the hurry of pedestrians on the road & hellip& hellip; But in the final analysis, the rush in this world is rooted in the rush of time!

When it comes to the hurry of time, we can't say we cherish time. If we want to cherish time, we can't forget the old saying that women and children all know: an inch of time is an inch of gold, and an inch of gold can't buy an inch of time. Although it is well known in the world, how many people can really cherish time?

Those who don't finish the task on time always make excuses that they are busy. But have they ever thought that 'look at the river east in the morning and the sun falling in the West in the evening.' When they are old, there is only endless sadness and regret waiting for them. What a sad thing!

There is a saying in the article "hurry" that is very good, 'the swallow has gone, and there is a time to come again; Willows wither, and there is a time when they are green again; The peach blossoms wither and bloom again; But & hellip& hellip; Why are our days gone forever? "

Yes, time is so special. It slips away from you anytime and anywhere, but it will never come back. The stars are moving and the sun and the moon are fleeting. Time flies away without saying goodbye.

Time is the most fair for the elderly, giving everyone the same time. Only by seizing every minute and every wonderful time, studying and working hard can we reach the other side of the ideal.

If you ask, how is life? Only depends on whether you grasp your destiny or whether you want fate to control you. Xiao Shengchu's full score composition: I have a feeling of 600 words after reading rush, and read Zhu Ziqing's prose rush, which makes me deeply understand and have thousands of thoughts. "Hurry" makes me really understand the truth that "an inch of time is an inch of gold, an inch of gold can't buy an inch of time".

'the swallow has gone, and there is a time to come again; Willows withered, there is a time to green again; The peach blossoms have withered and will bloom again. " Indeed, when the dew is dry, it will shine again; The sun sets and rises again in the East; The sky was obscured by dark clouds

There is a time to regain the light... But the days in our hands are like rivers into the sea, gone forever!

'counting silently, more than 8000 days have slipped away from me; Like a drop of water from the tip of a needle dripping into the sea, my days are dripping into the stream of time, without sound or shadow. I can't help but feel wet and cry. " In retrospect, I was not here

Every day, I quickly write my homework at school and throw away my schoolbag after school, either watching TV or playing. My parents saw many criticisms, but I said I had written it and remembered the contents of the book. But when the papers were issued, there were 'red lights' everywhere. I will

As Mr. Zhu Ziqing wrote, "my head is wet and I cry.".

He who cherishes time, even if he is given a few minutes and seconds, he will live a full life;; A waste of time