Cherish every second

Listening to the clock, 嘀哒-嘀哒-, the pointer rotates round and round, like the dancer's exquisite dance steps, in the chaos, proceed in an orderly manner.

Suddenly, the alarm clock rang. You made a "Yes," said: Time is up. Yeah, your life is over. Then the next person comes to book the time and go back and forth. A seed with one life, lined up, the team is in order. With.

Some people think that life is a small stream and slowly flow forward. So he stared at the hour hand and walked slowly, sighing: Time is so much, life is really long. Some people think that life is a big river, and they are rushing to the sea with lightning speed. So he stared at the second, while nurturing the seeds of life, and sighed: Time flies. Life is the most reasonable and fair. It never gives anyone a copy. The industrious person has harvested his string of fruits. The vain person has got his silver silk and his hands are empty.

time is life.

For me, a junior high school student seems to be a primary school student. I don’t know that time has been overloaded. Just stay in your own delusions, as if you are a child, carefree. Looking at the clock that spins on the wall, I know that there is not much life. If you don't cherish it, you will end up empty-handed.

Some people say that people should be born in middle age, and then gradually get younger... then he will cherish the time. Imagine that you are 30 years old, thinking about the 10-year-old childhood, the sound of the ears. Chasing, crying, laughing... but having a 60-year-old body, two white spots, wrinkles, body squatting, crutches, full of traces of time, life is running out...

Life is a wall clock, it will only drive forward, never back, life, is a piece of glass, crystal clear, but extremely fragile. Life is short-lived and fragile.

Life is a song that lasts for a long time; life is a painting, colorful. Life is pure and beautiful.

We can't make time to revolve and regain our youth, but we can cherish the present, cherish possession, and let the flower of life bloom.

Fifth grade: pure blue sky