There is a kind of light, superimposed on time, called time. Time is fair and selfless to everyone, from the moment I fell to the ground, time has accompanied me, favored me, along the way, never abandoned.
Time has accompanied me through childhood, across youth, farewell to youth, and sent away the prime, and now it is accompanying me through old age. Counting, there have been more than 28,470 days and nights, an astonishing five-digit number, which makes me awe-inspiring and lucky. How far can you go for the rest of your life? Don't dare to imagine. After calming down, I can't help but ask: where did it come from? Where are you going? It is estimated that no one knows.
It blew past me like a gentle wind, without feeling; It is like flowing water, carrying every moment of my life behind me; It is also like an invisible funnel, from which my childhood play, the hardships of studying, the drills of the barracks, and the busyness of work have all been leaked from this funnel. What's even more strange is that every night of my life, when it is obviously dark and I have rested, how can I wake up and the sky is bright? Nighttime.
Where did seven or eight hours go? It was this time again, and my dreams were "stolen" by it. After dawn, as usual, the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and the sky is dark and the day is bright. But what is certain is that time is a one-way street, and every day that has passed is never going back.
Recently, I sometimes open the photo book and look in the mirror, and suddenly I am shocked! What's going on here? Compare the old ** with me in the mirror, obviously a young childhood, a lively teenager, an inspirational youth, and a strong prime of life, how can I become full of white hair, hunched back, and unsteady with a flick of my fingers? Is time the sword and gun of the years, the music of aging? I sighed and wrote the poem "The cold dew of the year invades the frost and sideburns, and the face is full of wrinkles". Turning to think of his old man's teachings of "life is easy to grow old and difficult to grow old", I deeply feel that time should not be blamed, but also be grateful for time. It is time that accompanies me through the passing years, gives me courage when I am in trouble, and sends light when I am sick, so that I can see hope and see the future.
For decades, I have walked on the track of time, and I am much luckier than countless people who have fallen behind along the way. I miss them, mourn them, and often wish them good sentences such as "walking westward", "immortality", "immortality", etc., but they finally have no time to say goodbye to the world.
I sincerely sigh that time is infinite and is a gift from the vast universe to mankind; Time is finite, and it is fleeting for anyone. I praise the fairness of time, he does not distinguish between rich and poor, class status, and transmits the light of life without difference; I am grateful for the grace of time, so that I was born poor, but I can also grow up and serve the people; I love the beauty of time, cherish time even more, revere time, and make unlimited efforts in the limited time. Only in this way can the family be happy, life colorful, social progress, and life sublimation.