In daily study, work and life, everyone has written a composition. With the help of composition, you can vent your feelings and adjust your mood. Do you know how to write a standard composition? The following is a sample composition for the third day of the junior high, which is organized by my editor. Welcome to share.

Tick tock, tick tock, unknowingly time flows like this

Time? This seemingly nihilistic noun is so familiar, but I can't feel its existence at all. It's the process of reciting and forgetting.

Life experiences time, in this era of staggered time. Interlaced with the past and the future, interlaced with illusory and ethereal. What I have experienced, I dare not absolutely guarantee that I have experienced it. It seems that it is empty and cannot be circuitous.

Life is so short, why is it so short? It's just a few decades, but it's just like a day. Just wait quietly, but do not dare to slack off, try to feel, but also can not feel its existence. What is passing? What I have walked through is just a silhouette, which seems one-sided, like a life taken out of context. Experience, after all, is to pass away, not retrospective, only increase memories. Time flies, what is it? It is like a ray of light coming in and spreading out. Every light is a memory, which cannot be touched or picked up. When the sun sets, the light goes away, but the intersection of sunrise and sunset is not clear, but it really happens.

It can be said that what I have experienced is just a dream, and I cannot verify his existence. Everything is false. Time is like a magician, who can turn the dead into the living, turn the colorful into the dark, turn the helpless into the rule-based, and can reverse. Nothing can be distinguished. There is no choice but to see when the wonderful performance will end.

It doesn't matter whether it's good or bad. Life is a big dream. It's only a blink of an eye. Refined life, but also have time; Long life, but also have time. What is more and less time? Time is nothing more than amount, such as gold, stone and a grain of gold. What you get is not only quantity, but also weight. The same is true of time. It is not a pity to travel back and forth without changing. It is just to see how you can grasp it, freeze it in reincarnation, collect the brightness of each side, and cherish the slightest way to turn stone into gold. Time is just like water, and never runs out.