The posture left in time

What have I left and what have I taken away in those short years I have gone through? I asked myself more than once how to prove that my existence was not an inexplicable dream. Counting the footprints on my journey, I began to find out how I am became the present step by step and the indelible fact. No matter happiness, sadness, frustration, glory, the painful loss of the past or everything you have now, they are all memories scattered in time. One day, now it will also become a memory. What attitude should we take to welcome it? Should we be sad or happy?! And what kind of attitude did I take to face it, facing those times that were gradually turned into memories, and facing the scene that memories slowly turned yellow? In fact, I often think of the time when I was sitting in the car watching people coming and going in a hurry, with different expressions on my faces. Then, my thoughts began to run out of mountains. Every time I take a bus, I always like the position near the window to see the flowing scenery outside. It seems that I have seen the life of fast playback. I remembered how naive and lovely I was when I was a little girl. I held my neighbor’s little girl’s hand and told her in an unquestionable tone that I wanted to call her sister, and I was only seven days older than her; I always go to the fields behind the school in summer evenings to pick the red flowers. When I come back home, I will string them together with my mother and hang them in my room; I will pick up crystals with Qingqing, it was not until a long time later that I knew there was a glass factory, and those so-called crystals were just relatively thick glass. I found out that the reason why the memory was so beautiful was that it was as fragile as glass. In the end, the memory was still memory. Suddenly I remembered a sentence I had read before. It said that perfection was the disillusionment before I understood it. Multi-on! When I really found that those days were so beautiful, I could never go back to the past. Maybe, even if I go back to the past, I may not be me any more. After my carefree childhood, my life began to get entangled with school. I love all kinds of strange knowledge there, my lovely classmates and learned teachers, but as I grow older, the sense of oppression comes along. It seems that something forces you to move forward. Even if you know that the front may be a cliff, you still want to bloom beautiful flowers in despair. San Mao said, time is very beautiful, because it is bound to disappear. Therefore, it vanished beautifully without any trace, but occasionally went back to that place, looking at those people and things who had witnessed our years, proving that we had really been here. In the carriage, I always hear a lot of conversations. The little girl asked her mother: Mom, how many kinds of animals are there on the lion on the bridge? Mom said: look at it yourself! Then, I heard the little girl say: there are rabbits, chickens, little mice and Tigers. In fact, there is only a big lion and many small lions. You see, our imagination becomes much deficient. The time in the car was a beautiful journey for the little girl, but for us, it was just the road to the destination. In her eyes, the journey time is long and short, and there is a little excited face all the way; While in the eyes of adults, time is time, which is lengthy and tasteless, I narrowed my eyes slightly along the way, listless, and had no time to take care of the scenery outside the window. Some people say that your past thoughts have created your present life. What did I think in the past? Looking at the time left by me in the corner makes me understand the value of time, and also makes me feel that the only happiness for me is that I can still smile. Treat the past, present and future with smile.

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