Essay on the time you have walked with me

The past is like a scroll in the mind, and the days that I have walked with you are deeply engraved in the annual ring of time, full of happiness.

It was you who took care of me when I was sick. It was you who gave me encouragement and courage when I was frustrated, and it was you who have accompanied me to the present in the past thirteen years, fearless of hardships and difficulties. Thank you for always being with me for the days.

I remember when I was in elementary school, I had a lot of stomach pain. So I had to go to the clinic after school. You always go early and wait for me to go.

Watching me get a needle and accompanying me to get an injection. You have been tired for a day, and you have to take care of me with your rest time, and you have been told several times not to use, but you still come on time every day no matter how windy or rainy. I'm so worried about you.

Time is like water, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle, in the blink of an eye, I have become a junior high school student, although I feel that you are verbose, but I have nothing to complain, because I know that you are for my good. Although there is sometimes sadness, happiness and joy still occupy the majority between you and me. Under the bright moonlit night, the faint moonlight illuminates your snowy white hairs so obviously, so dazzling, I very much hope that this is reflected white under the moonlight.

But that's really a couple of silver hairs, and I don't know how your hair turns white? Is it because you're old, because you're constantly angry, or because you're working hard for me day and night? I can't explain it.

Time flies by like flowing water, never to return. I'm starting to realize that you're getting older day by day, and I can't let time go by anymore and cherish the time I spend with you.

The years are in a hurry, the years are gone, the buried memories, the softness awakened in the depths of the heart, there is not much thrilling, there are not many ups and downs, only a plain smile, brewing in the cracks of time, how can there be no end.

I know that I can only choose to settle for the past, and only in this way can I leave a little clue of memory for myself. When fate crosses the fingertips, pulling up a slight pain, whether there is no other emotion except full of nostalgia.

I also know that the memories that have gone away can never be returned, and when the past has been consumed by time and only a few messy words remain, the story will no longer be able to spell out the integrity of the beginning! Maybe one day in the future, you will suddenly remember everything that is sealed in the depths of your heart, but I don't know if you will have the courage to open this memory that has long faded into black and white, and the answer is not even sure for me.