The years are quiet and the heart is carefree

In the blink of an eye, the days that belonged to me had passed away for 30 years. In the past 31 years, I have enjoyed spring flowers, looked forward to summer rain, watched autumn moon, listened to winter snow. I got up early to welcome the morning glow and sent the sunset at dusk, year after year, day after day. Time is a finger of quicksand, which grows old for each of us. I always thought that time was silent until I sat in front of the computer on this deep and cold winter night. When I was knocking, I suddenly heard the old-fashioned clock in the living room ringing eleven times, when ————- when —————-, the voice is clear, melodious, echoing in the night for a long time, and also echoing in my mind. I suddenly felt that it was the footsteps of time, a little happy, a little melancholy, and a little ashamed. It was glad that I finally heard the footsteps of time. What was melancholy was that the time that belonged to me had passed away a lot, a lot. What was ashamed was that I found it too late. In fact, time is not only a mechanical voice, but also something else, isn’t it? The sundial invented by the ancestors for timing is calculated by the angle of the sun shining on it. I think this is another kind of footsteps of time. And clepsydra, drop ————– A, drop —————- A, Little, sparkling drops from early morning to sunset, from spring to winter, are neither fast nor slow dripping. In front of her, everyone is equal. She can turn her beauty into white hair, and she can also turn the small into greatness. Thousands of years ago, the Saints sighed with feelings that the dead were like this, and they could not get rid of this established rule even if they thought of greatness. However, since this is the case, why not make some achievements in the limited years to make this small and unremarkable water drop converge into a vast ocean and form the flood of history, only in this way can we have great men of all ages and career. Even if you can’t get together with the sea, it can also be a quiet lake or a faint well. If these are not, it can also be a little drop of water, although it can’t be ordinary any more, but it has her own clarity and serenity, not to mention when there is sunshine, it can also reflect all kinds of brilliance. The Buddha said that a flower is a world, a sand is a heaven. I think in a little drop of water, I also have my own complete world, maybe plain, maybe wonderful, but anyway, she came in. Before being evaporated by the Sun, she may wet the dust somewhere on a delicate flower or a piece of fresh grass, and may also moisten someone’s heart. When I raised my head, I suddenly saw the calendar on the wall, and I changed another one. A strong memory came out from the disconsolation. It was in vain to capture the several flowing marks of the years. Thinking of Zhu Ziqing’s “hurry”, swallows went, and there was a time to come again; Willow withered, there was a time to be green; Peach blossom thanked, there was a time to open again. But, smart, tell me, why are our days gone forever? Someone stole them. Who was that and where was it hidden? They escaped by themselves: Where Are They Now?…… After reading this article, I think about my own time. The time of 30 years passed by suddenly, and I couldn’t help crying with sweat. Time was too thin, and our fingers are too wide to keep their hurried steps anyway. Let’s stay in the galloping footsteps, look at yourself in the past, and recall the past time. Where is the little girl with a bow tied around her mother telling stories all day? Where is the girl with romantic feelings of the world and the sand gulls? All went further and further. The beautiful childhood, frivolous youth, beautiful flower season and colorful rainy season all disappeared in the flood of time. Now I am just a little woman, a little stupid, a little serious, a little bitter, maybe there is still a bit of childlike innocence, or a medical worker in a white coat, busy among patients, but I am not an angel. I am not as beautiful as an angel. I am just a member of an ordinary health front. I lived my life quietly and tried to make my life as gorgeous as summer flowers. I knew that I would die one day. I hope that at that time, it would be as beautiful as autumn leaves. In fact, I was once confused, helpless, hesitant, hesitant, crying, desperate, and even had the idea of suicide. The first biggest blow in my life was the college entrance examination. It was July 13 years ago. For me, it was indeed a Black July. I failed to get the ideal university, but only got an ordinary health school. You know, my scores in the senior high school entrance examination were very good. Later, when I entered high school, my scores declined. I dropped out of school in the second year of senior high school because of illness, and even failed in the third year of senior high school. However, I still took. The clearest thing I remembered was that I failed to perform well in Chinese in those years, which was even worse than math. At that time, I understood what was a hard work and a harvest. While other students were studying hard, I had to lie on the bed and take the medicine that I could never finish. The moment I got the transcript, I thought my whole life was over. Not only did I fail to realize my wish, but I also failed my parents and sister-in-law. I really can’t forgive myself and wash my heart with tears. The pain of one failure flows freely in my heart. How I wish myself to be healthy, so that I can not drop out of school and go to college, but time cannot be reversed, which is just a good wish of mine. I could only accept the reality and went to health school, although I was not interested at that time. Later, I took part in the work and was forced to stay away from my ideal. But as time went by, I became mature day by day, knowing that if we couldn’t change our life, we could only change ourselves. Knowing that I had already passed my dream age, the reality was very skinny. Therefore, I decided to work in one line, love one line, and study hard on business books. In 2004, I successfully passed the qualification certificate of a pharmacist, and in 2010, I passed the qualification certificate of a pharmacist. Others had to take the examination for three years, I passed it once. Only I can understand the hardship, but it was because of this hardship that I gained that happiness. Because I like to be quiet, in my spare time, I am far away from the red wine, avoiding the hustle and bustle, and I only like to be quiet and leisure. Alone in the dim night, sitting in front of the computer, tiredness fingers idle knock, heart is not lonely, people are no longer lonely. Therefore, there was my debut, and then there was my first published text, as well as the text that won the prize later. My heart is like a boat, set sail because of the sail of words. I don’t know if I will have a day to ride the wind and waves. But I have already set sail. No matter the scenery ahead is unlimited or the reef is dangerous, I will go on without hesitation, even if the readers and authors only have myself. Thirty-one years passed away like water. How much time does it belong to me? The confusion, pain and helplessness of the past all turned into a force to urge me to forge ahead. Indeed, I am just an ordinary little girl. Whether I will stay or not will not bring much changes to the world, but I am unique like everyone else. Therefore, I decided to take good care of my life. I wanted to love the person I loved, write the words I wanted to write, and think about what I thought. My heart is quiet and leisurely. 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