Elapsed time, energetic me

Time flies like an arrow, and the sun and the moon are like a shuttle. Unconsciously, I was the big sister of the second day, but the time seemed to stay in that beautiful childhood.

Whenever I go out to eat with my parents and see my relatives, everyone will always say, hey, isn’t that what we are? I have grown up as a big girl, and my body is strong and I will look beautiful in the future. Others always think that I am a big girl, but I always feel that I am still the little girl who can spoil her mother at any time and bicker with her father. I thought that time has been stuck in yesterday, and suddenly I look back, only to realize how far I have gone. From one year old to six years old, from six to eleven years old, now from eleven years old to twelve years old. The small friends of the country, childhood playmates, have long lost their traces in the ruthless flow of time, and it is a bit embarrassing, feeling like a Lin sister who sighs the Spring and Autumn, and does not meet their own character.

In the evening, I finished a homework that drowned me, slept on the bed, holding my pillow that accompanied me for two years, and my thoughts could not stop the sky and the sky, how did the earth come about? What was before the original era? Why is the human brain so smart? Occasionally think about the already blurred childhood. I still remember the 2008 Olympics, as if it happened just yesterday. I still think of the boy who secretly secretly loved the country thief. Is he good? missed me?

Then I entered the sweet dreamland and woke up. As Zhu Ziqing’s "Hurry", I don't know how many days they gave me; but my hand is really empty. In the silent count, more than eight thousand days have slipped away from my hands; like a drop of water on the tip of the needle in the sea, my days are dripping in the stream of time, no sound, no shadow. I can't help but shed tears.

Getting up, going to school, going to school, doing homework, sleeping, and then another reincarnation, I thought about the boring days, but this thought was immediately denied by me. Life has the excitement of life, every day is not the same, full of passion and vitality, I am not a pessimistic person, I am always alive and kicking, laughing and laughing in front of everyone, full of optimism about everything, because I am The students of the second day are the flowers of the motherland and the future of the motherland. I don't want to delay my pursuit of a stronger belief for this kind of thing. Maybe I am not doing it well, but I can do my best to do my best. Maybe I am obscured now, but I will definitely be a blockbuster in the future.

Time is passing, I must grasp that it is one minute and one second in my hand, and my future style is my own.

The second day: the flower season