Zhu Zhiqing s Hurry imitates the third paragraph

It is invisible, shadowless. Pacing past me, but I could not hear its footsteps; Floated away from my bosom, but I couldn't touch my hands; hugged it, but it avoided it; Nostalgia for it, it's blurred again. Where, exactly, is it?

And where did it go? As I cried softly, it slipped between my wet cheeks; I ran after it, reaching out to touch it, but the moment I touched it, I vanished without a trace; I waited for it, but it had already passed by me; I gave it up, but it waited for me to ...... nobody

I paced by, but I couldn't hear its footsteps; Floated away from my bosom, but I couldn't touch my hands; hugged it, but it avoided it; Nostalgia for it, it's blurred again.

When I was in a hurry walking through the busy streets, people came and went, vehicles shuttled, as if the whole city was running. I'm feeling a little tired, but my destination is still far away. I began to realize that life was as busy as this street, full of hustle and bustle, and we had to move fast to keep up.

However, I'm also starting to think of those fleeting moments, those moments that allow us to pause, take a deep breath, and appreciate our surroundings. Maybe it's a beautiful flower, maybe it's a child's smile, maybe it's a refreshing breeze. These moments made me realize that while we have to move forward, we can't ignore the beauty around us, or we may miss something that is difficult to replace.

Searching through this busy street, I decided to pay more attention to these beautiful moments, even though I was pressed for time. I stopped to admire the flowers and trees on the side of the road, and admired the smiles and friendly greetings of the people. I've found that when I start focusing on the good things around me, I feel more fulfilled and fulfilled than just rushing along.

This busy street made me realize that we need to balance busyness and goodness in life. We need to move forward, but we also need to stop and appreciate the beauty and happiness around us. Even if our destination is far away, we should collect as many of these precious liquid rolling moments as possible on the way forward.

In that year, how many times did we cry in the night of the Shengtan clan?

Your departure has left me alone for a long, long time.

Remembering the warmth and sweetness we used to be.

It's like going back to that dreamy moment again.

In a hurry, how many noisy streets did we go around together?

Your smile and companionship are now memories.

What we used to say, do you remember what Sakura is saying now?

It was as if hearing your voice again, and I remembered that moment.

How many times did we say "I love you" in those years?

Now, we are each running to our own lives.

If I could turn back the clock, I would like to go back in time.

Hear your voice again and say the words "I love you".

In the rush of time, how many distances we have traveled together, and how many memories have been left behind. In those years, we met in the vast sea of people and jointly wrote the basic chapter of life.

I don't know how many times, we silently said goodbye behind our backs, with no chance of goodbye. Maybe it's because Taisen is in a hurry, we always don't have time to say goodbye properly, so we can only leave in a hurry, with infinite emotion and nostalgia.

However, as time flies, we can still recall those unforgettable moments. It's like a hurried year, although we said goodbye a few times, we always have each other's existence engraved in our hearts, and it will never be erased.

In a hurry, I walked down the bustling streets, and the crowd was surging and the traffic was busy. I felt as if I was a small boat, navigating through the surging crowd of people. I saw all kinds of people, from office workers hurrying and laughing, to old ladies shopping leisurely, and a group of students walking by with laughter after school.

I felt as if I was a bystander, watching the hustle and bustle of the city without being able to blend in. I remembered the saying, crowds of people, lonely companions.

Here's a quick paraphrase of the third paragraph:

Original text: In a hurry, we said goodbye a few times, but we didn't say goodbye.

Imitation: In a hurry, we have met in this year, but we can't move on. At the moment of parting, we said goodbye silently, not knowing when we would meet again.

Time slips through our fingers like quicksand, and our lives are constantly changing. However, that good memory has always been left in our hearts, and let us cherish the feelings we once had.

When you are unconscious, you are already standing at a crossroads in life. The dream you once had was firm may no longer be the only one you regret. You begin to think about whether to continue to run towards your former goal, or give up and explore a new path.

It's a long and winding journey that requires you to be brave enough to face your inner confusion and uneasiness. However, no matter what choice you make, don't forget that everything you have experienced is an asset for growth. Cherish every experience, every person, they will become your motivation to move forward, so that you will be more determined in your direction on the road in the future.

How many times did we experience immersion in late-night conversations in those years?

How many times have you met Hanpei on a street corner, but your heart beat but you didn't dare to confess?

How many times have you secretly looked at each other in a no-man's corner, tacitly? Swim and.

How many times have we said "I miss you", "I'm thinking about you", "Why don't you reply to the message when God stares at you"?

That year, we loved each other deeply, but we didn't know how to express it.

Original text: In a hurry, how many times did we say that we had praised Li Nao's "I love you"?

Imitation: In a hurry, how many times have we met Yun Zheng "four eyes opposite"?

As I walked down the familiar streets, watching the people rushing by, I suddenly felt a sense of loss. Many of them seem to be busy pursuing some kind of goal, and I don't know what I really want. I stopped, looked around, and saw a mother and son, the mother patiently teaching her son to walk, although he fell again and again, but the mother always supported him.

I saw an old man, walking slowly down the street, his face wrinkled with deep wrinkles, but his gaze full of life. I saw a young couple walking hand in hand, their faces full of happiness and love.

In this busy city, people are always busy rushing for time, chasing various goals in life. And I, too, am often immersed in this rush, unable to stop and feel the beauty around me. But at this moment, when I calmed down and saw these people around me, their lives, their emotions, their goals, I suddenly felt a sense of peace and serenity, as if my heart was slowly becoming calmer.

Perhaps, the most precious thing in life is the beauty of these busy trousers, which we need to carefully discover and taste.

The full clock moves and rotates with a "tick" sound. Everything was so rushed. Time passes, the years go by, the annual rings alternate between the month and the day, reincarnation, and never return.

When you walk, the days pass under your feet; When I read, the days pass by in words; When I sleep, the days pass by in my dreams. I was too late to keep him, for he had already passed away in a hurry. There are no words to describe it.

In the early morning, the sun was rising, and time had slipped away the dawn of my life, and although I was caught off guard, I wanted to make the rest of my time meaningful, and while I was thinking and planning, it was quietly and without a trace.

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?

Write down your feelings in a paragraph following the third natural paragraph, which can be broadened like this

Though he who goes, he who comes; How did you rush in the middle of coming? When I got up in the morning, the sun was shining in the hut. The sun has feet, and it moves gently and quietly; I was also dazed and followed the spin.

So when I read it in the morning, the days passed between the pages; During class, the days passed by the teacher's beautiful board book; When he was in a sedan chair during recess, he passed through the light melody.

I noticed that he was in a hurry, and when I stretched out my hand to cover it, he passed by the hand that was holding it. After dinner, I sat at my desk, and he hurried away under the lamp; When I woke up in the morning to say goodbye to him, a new day had come in a hurry; As I walked through the boulevards, the shadow of the new day leaped under my feet.

Copywriting. How I want to catch his shadow and let him slow down, so that I can savor my childhood, but "flowers have a reblooming day, no one is young", no matter how reluctant I am, six years have passed in a hurry, and I am about to graduate from primary school and embark on a new path of learning. In the near future, I will still finish junior high school, high school, and university in a hurry, and embark on a broader path in life.