time

The minute hand runs over the hour and the hour,

The calendar was torn off one page after another.

The sky is changing day and night,

The sand in the hourglass falls down one by one.

Isn't that evidence of time flies?

The rain continues to fall and evaporates continuously.

It has passed before and the future has not yet arrived.

Dripping water through the stone, iron shovel into a needle,

Time has passed, can you return to the past?

Watching the hour and minute hands race,

The calendar is reduced again and again,

Isn't this the cruelest thing?

Looking at the day and night,

Listening to the sound of the sand hitting the bottom of the bottle,

But doing nothing,

Do you feel sad,

Don't look forward to waiting for you,

Don't complain about not enough time,

Grab the remaining time and ask yourself:

Do you cherish it?

Grab the remaining time to think about it:

If you ignore it, may it value you?

If you treat it kindly, will it treat you badly?

No, this elf is like an echo.

You treat it well, he won't be bad for you,

The past is gone, the future is just an imagination,

But now?

Even if you can go back to what you could have caught in the past,

Not to mention the past, I can’t go back.

It is like pouring water, how to recover?

Still catching the present,

Grab the most meaningful present,

Don't let time slip away from your hands.

Otherwise, it’s too late to wait until your tears melt into the earth.

Don't let time waste, it is the most precious!

First day: Lu Zhaoqi