Parody hurriedly writes the first and third paragraphs 5

Hurriedly imitate The sun has set and there is a time to rise again, the fashion flashes and there is a time to come again, the snow melts, and there is a time to fall again, but, smart you, tell me why my childhood is gone? Did I lose him, and where did I throw it away? Can you still find it?

I don't know how much happiness they gave me, but my childhood seemed to be getting farther and farther away, and in silence I counted, more than four thousand days had slipped out of my hands, as pure as a crystal dew on the grass, beautiful and short, as far as I went, as far as I came, and what kind of hurry was in the middle of the comings and goings? When I say goodbye to the sun, I am one step away from my childhood, and I don't know how to keep it, but all I can do now is to cherish my time and spend the rest of my days.

I don't know how much laughter they gave me, in the turn of the wheels of the scooter, in my handicraft, more than four thousand days slipped under my nose, like a basin of water sprinkled on the desert, leaving no trace, and my time passed like flowing water.

Though you go, you come, what will happen in the middle of coming? So while playing on the computer, the days flew by by the fingertips of pressing the keyboard. Slip away from the dazzling screen while watching TV.

While admiring the lanterns, beckon past the bright lights. The days are evaporating like water day by day, and in these more than 4,000 days, do you have to sigh in vain? You have to hurry up and live!

Hope to make you satisfied!

Those who should go have gone, and those who have come have come; What kind of rush is there between coming and going? In the morning, I opened my sleepy eyes and saw two or three rays of sunlight shining through the window. I'm starting a new day in my life.

When I surf the Internet, the days slip by the mouse; When you read it aloud, the days slipped through the corners of your mouth again; Even as I pondered why time passed so quickly, the days passed again, and I felt that time had passed. After the meal, I stood by the window in a daze, and time passed by my dull gaze and passed away from my feet. When I met the sun again, the days slipped away quietly.

I sighed on my back, but the time of the new day slipped away from my sigh again. Where did they slip away?

Oh, yes! When we chat, the days slipped through our mouths, when we jumped the band, the days passed under the band, and when we were playing, he stepped lightly over the mouse. You feel that he has gone in a hurry, and when you regret it, the days pass by with our sighs.

All those who should go have gone, all those who should have come have come, and what kind of hurry is there in the middle of coming? At night, when I was lying down, the moonlight shone into the hut in two or three directions. The moonlight he had feet, moved softly and quietly, and flew away from my feet.

At home, there are several at home. I also want to see it myself.

When washing, the days flow into the drain along with the foam.

The sun goes down, and there is a time when it rises again; The meteor flashed, and there was a time to come again, when the snow melted, and when it fell again, but, wisely, you tell me why our childhood is gone? Did I lose them, did I lose them? Can you still find it?

They ran away on their own, and where are they now? I don't know how much joy they gave me, but my childhood was getting farther and farther away from me, and in silence, more than two thousand days had slipped out of my hands, like a crystal dew on the grass, my childhood was like a dewdrop, so pure, so beautiful and so short. Go as long as you go, come as you come, will there be a childhood bubble in the middle of this coming-and-going, and when I get up in the morning, the alarm clock in the hut goes off and wakes me up from my sleep.

And so—when there is a fight, the days slip away from the noise; When we weep, the days flashed through the flickering tears; When you are bored, the days slip through the boredom. When I opened my eyes and said goodbye to the sun, it was a step away from my childhood, and I looked back, but a new day was spent in the pursuit. What can I do in the days when I am fleeing like flying, in a world of thousands of households?

There are only memories, only yearning, what can I do in my childhood of more than 2,000 days? The days of the past are like light smoke, blown away by the breeze, like the morning dew on the tip of the grass, melted by the first sun, my childhood is gone forever You are smart, tell me, why is my childhood gone The sun has set, and there is a time to rise again; The meteor flashed, and there was a time to come again, when the snow melted, and when it fell again, but, wisely, you tell me why our childhood is gone? Did I lose them, did I lose them?

Can you still find it? They ran away on their own, and where are they now?

When I was writing my homework, the days slipped by quietly from the tip of the pen; When we play, the days flash by from the sound of our frolicking and playing; When I think, I pass over the corner of my mouth that bites the barrel of the pen; When he sat down, he passed in front of his dull eyes; When I play the piano, I slip through my dancing fingers; When dancing, it swings through the swing of the skirt. In the evening, I gazed at the sky and felt the beauty of the sunset, until I turned into twinkling stars before my eyes, and realized that the time of the day had slipped away from my hands.

Hurry (imitation of the third natural paragraph).

Though those who go are gone, and those who come are coming, how is it in a hurry in the middle of coming? when writing homework; The days slipped by every word I wrote, at work; Days skip off the keyboard when you look up at the sky; The days have become clouds slipping past your eyes again, when you watch TV; The days passed by on TV, when I was chatting with people; The days passed by again from the word, while we were asleep; The days passed by our pillows again, and it was not until after I went to bed that I realized that the day had passed through our hands.

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