Meteor eternal

The most easily forgotten in the world is time, because she is too fast to be perceived, and the most easily remembered in the world is time, because when she has already slipped away, People think of it, but there is no place to stay. Time, we have forgotten a lot, and remember a lot, she, always live so fast, so fast...

Seeing a leaf, just emerging, blink of an eye, it is already thick green in the midsummer, and then blinking, it is already yellow, swaying in the wind. Looking at the yellow leaves fluttering and falling, the sentiment that came quietly drowned me, time, you lived fast, short, slow, long.

The old trees in the courtyard are always so green and so lush, as if they have forgotten to change. Every day, every year. Just, people have changed. I remember that I was still young, I laughed, and I often said happily that my grandfather’s unkempt hair is like the tree, and my grandmother smiled forward. Now, China’s small graduates are as high as their grandparents, and they have added a lot of white hair. Years, so quietly passed away, mischievously smeared white silk on people's heads, leaving traces of traces and vicissitudes.

The meteor, always disappearing so fast, only left a flash of memory to the sky, fleeting. It’s not like the years. The once seabed became a mountain, and the once prosperous city sank into the ocean. It’s been tens of millions of years. The speed of real time lapse is invisible, just like the wind is rising, the sunset is rising; it is as if you don’t know when the leaves turn yellow, when the baby grows the first tooth...

In fact, every day we will send away time, because this moment of farewell is the easiest to become eternal.

The third day: the magical hair