I grew up with time.

In a blink of an eye, we are already an "old student" in the third year of the middle school. When I first entered middle school, I was still a child full of fantasy. In a blink of an eye, it became a teenager. With fear and anxiety, I watched the joy and innocence of the freshman who just entered the school, as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with them. Looking at them... I shed tears, and I spent my time and time spent, and how much knowledge was not mastered in time. I really want to warn them: "Don't waste time."
The campus that I used to be familiar with has suddenly become strange. I used to play in this place, and now it has turned into silence.........Thousands of words, thoughts and thoughts, only disappeared in an instant.
Strolling on campus, the view remains. In the formerly lonely teaching building, there were also several partners, and they were no longer alone. Standing on the playground, watching the classmates talking and laughing, only our "third-year old students" are lamenting for the demise of their own years. I didn’t know the preciousness of time before, and the time passed away. I always said to myself: “Today is over, and tomorrow.” In fact, time is like a philosopher: “There is only three days in a person’s life: yesterday, today and today. Tomorrow. Yesterday is over, we can't stay in love, today is going, we can't waste it, tomorrow is coming, we can't wait."
As the philosopher said, when life is alive, there should be creativity, contribution, pursuit, and gain. Otherwise, it will become a person of the world. For a student who is about to graduate, there are too many words to say, but when it comes to the mouth, it swallows. There is nothing better than silence now. The so-called silence is gold.