In imitation of Zhu Ziqing s Hurry , the days come in a hurry and leave in a hurry.

The years are lingering and lingering.

Composition is the transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from a compressed and concise language that you can understand to an external language form that can be understood by others. I believe that many people will find it difficult to write essays, the following is a collection of imitation of Zhu Ziqing's "Hurry" essay for everyone, I hope it can help you.

Spring is gone, and there is a time to come again; The grass is withered, and when it is green; When the sun sets, there will be a time when it rises again, but, wise, can you tell me why our days are gone? They hid it: why did they hide it?

It was they who were in a hurry: where were they going?

I don't know how many days God has given me, but I feel that my time is indeed decreasing minute by minute, and then silently calculated, more than 4,000 days have slipped out of my hands, like a meteor disappearing into the black sky, my time slipped away unconsciously, and I couldn't help but cry quietly.

Thinking about it carefully, time slipped from time to time when I was writing in my stockings. The nib flows; When I was in school, time passed by my footsteps, and when I was in class, time slipped away from the sound of my classmates reading aloud, and soon the time of the day slipped away again.

What can I do in a world where time flies? Is it only in a hurry? Only wandering?

In the time of more than 4,000 days, is there nothing but haste? The days of the past are like a gust of wind, and they can't be chased back; The days of the past melted unconsciously in your mouth like a marshmallow. I didn't leave a trace, so why did I go through this in vain?

Confession. Tell me, you wise, why is our time gone?

We must not waste our time, but cherish our time.

Time is fleeting, don't waste your time, from now on, cherish time, don't go in vain.

Although the past has passed, the things that have come will come after all, and how can they rush between the coming and going? I woke up in the morning and found myself late. He also had feet in time, and he walked away silently, and I ran up with my feet to catch up.

And so—when I went to school, time passed by the sound of footsteps; When writing, time slips through the tip of the pen; At the end of school, time flew by the bursts of laughter and laughter of the classmates; I felt that he was in a hurry, so I ran to the front and tried to block it, and he passed through his sleeve again; He skipped over the bowl again at dinner; When I fell asleep, he didn't rest, and ran all the way ......