Time passes through life, leaving a faint trace

Time passes through life, leaving a faint trace

Geese streak across the sky, leaving behind bursts of chirping.

Time rushes like flowing water, and life is as hasty as a passerby.

What kind of life is meaningful?

- Inscription. How long the time is, how short life is. As long as there is life, God has favored us. Just do what you want to do and what you want to do without hurting others. There are no regrets when you go with your heart!

One evening in the summer, I returned to my hometown with an indescribable feeling. The moment I walked into the door of my yard, I was deeply touched by the ordinary scene I saw in front of me!

I saw that in the courtyard at this time, several towering trees that had spent many years were standing quietly, and as soon as the wind blew, the leafy canopy began to shake gently, making a "salsa" sound, as if telling the life course they had walked, and the trunk of the tree had been imprinted with many potholed scars, which seemed to be witnessing the marks left by time on their bodies;

Turning my gaze away, I found that the two big iron doors of my house that had been smooth as a mirror had also appeared stains of rust at some point, and I knew that the rust on the big iron door must also be like people, no, it should be like all the moves that have paid attention to it and the imprint of the years on it;

At this time, my grandmother also came to the courtyard at some point, her slightly rickety figure stood quietly in the courtyard, I can clearly feel that my grandmother has become a lot older than before, and there are more wrinkles on her face than before, at this time, my grandmother looked at me, didn't say anything, just looked at all this with a smile that I couldn't understand, and her eyes flashed with the smoothness of the baptism of the years! ......

It was such an ordinary picture, but it touched my heartstrings deeply. Somehow I had this feeling: Yes!

Whether it is us, or other things, no matter how strong or weak, will be carved by the years can not erase the traces, perhaps, this is the law of all things from the new victory to decay and defeat, maybe, this is a principle that all things do not want to follow, but have to follow!

Then be a good person

Don't live up to your mother's expectations or anything [touch LZ's head.]

Traces of the passage of time] Grandpa said: "I am not afraid of the car coming, I have a fight with the car, the car stops, I win!" I looked at his lovely face and giggled, the traces of the passage of time.

Look at you," Grandpa shook Grandma and said happily, "Baby smiled, baby smiled." ”

Time passed, and I went from being a baby to a little girl. On summer nights, fireflies fly all over the sky. I grabbed one and held it in my hand, ** the source of its glow.

The wings of the little fireflies fluttered slightly under the starry sky, emitting a faint, golden light and a faint fragrance. I let go of my hand, and it trembled and climbed up the tip of my hand, streaking through the air with an impetuous trail.

Grandpa, it flew away! I called Grandpa softly.

Grandpa looked at the naughty me, gently nodded the tip of my nose, then took out a delicate glass jar from behind him, and said with a smile: "Who said it flew away?" It's all here!

He shook the glass jar in front of me, and the crystal yellow light sparkled in the small space in all directions, dotted with the quiet summer night.

What a beautiful firefly! I excitedly looked at the small lanterns flying in the can, and muttered the limerick poem that my grandfather taught me: "Fireflies, fly over the farm, with locks, lock the gate......."Grandpa looked at me and smiled.

He stroked my long hair, took me in his arms, pointed to the dark starry sky, and said, "Doesn't it look like a star in the sky?" Twinkle and twinkle!

I jumped and said, "Like, grandpa picked the stars for me!" "Grandpa looked at me sweetly, haha happy, middle school students essay "Traces of Time Flowing".

A little girl has to grow up to be a big girl. Grandpa stepped on the tricycle, told me and grandma to sit down, and then "squeaked" and squeaked. He stepped very slowly, and Grandma said

Hurry up, old man, let's go on a trip! Don't lag behind! Grandpa said with a grin

Look at the scenery on the road! Appreciate and appreciate! ”

After saying that, he sped up the deficit a little. I looked ahead, a pair of old men walked hand in hand under the plane tree, and my grandfather also saw it, and the simple happiness flashed in his eyes. He stopped the car, jumped from above, and pulled my grandmother and me out.

He took us by the hand, smiled heartily at us, and said, "I'm happier than him!" I have a wife and a granddaughter!

Happy times always pass quickly, the knife flashes, the person does not fall, but the wound has penetrated deep into the heart. The setting sun retracts the last trace of the slanting and leaves regrets. I stood alone in front of my grandfather's grave, thinking about the receding tide, the fading back, and my heart began to sink little by little, hoping that it was a nightmare, but in the dream, I clearly felt a pain spreading......

Traces of the passage of time [The fastest and most sure way to conquer fear and build self-confidence is to do what you are afraid of until you have a successful experience. 】