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    Time is not an hourglass, and the loss in the hourglass is only a corner of time.  After the sand has settled, to the bottom, turning the hourglass over again can make it continue to flow, so it seems that time is under control.

    But is it really so?

    In fact, time may not be like this, we don't know where it came from, and we don't know where it is going.

    I only know that it comes quietly, and no one finds out when it comes;

    When it left, it disappeared without a trace.

    Like a mysterious but naughty person, it is so wonderful but puzzling.

    However, I always feel that I am not very fair to time.

    For example, I have to brush my teeth every day after I get up, and I have to brush my teeth again before going to bed at night.  Where there is food scum, pick up the toothpaste, brush it well, and then soak it in pure water, so that I can give it what I think is so unscrupulous.  It can't speak, just because I am its master, naturally I have the final say.

    This is my kindness to teeth and unfairness to time.

    Another example is that I am very good at my own face, and I am not disgusting. On the contrary, I am used to going to the mirror every day to see my own face, including the nose and eyes, but it does not fall to Wei Jie.  That level, why?  Maybe my face only belongs to me, and I am its owner. It is integrated with my body and has made me, so it is natural for me to look at it with peace of mind, but to be stared at by everyone like Wei Jie,  Even ghosts will be scared to death. Although my face is not half as good as Wei Jie's, I think I am cute. Every time I look in the mirror, I feel cute again. You see, I am so cute to my face, but for what happened to me  The time around me is forgotten, isn't that unfair?

    There are many more, so I won't list them one by one, so that time will not complain to me.

    But for time, I have really forgotten it, or turned a blind eye, why do I say that?  You see, every day and every moment of my life, including sleeping every day, eating every day, and taking a bath every day, these are at the cost of the loss of time. Although time has no unit of measurement, it is time that has created my existence and created my existence.  Life also creates the process of my life, how can I turn a blind eye to it?

    For this, I hate myself very much.

    Maybe I am a person in the world, I only care about the people and things that have been remembered, and time, it seems mysterious, but it is open and aboveboard, it never deceives us, nor pleases us, but I seem to think that it has never  It appeared, and then, for some reason, I seemed to feel its existence again, as if it was me, and I became it.

    Later, none of us are who we are anymore. If time itself has not changed beyond recognition, then I will become ugly, because it has its mission, but I still don¡¯t know who I am until now.

    Don't laugh, this is just a truth that is not the truth.

    It is a pity that the place where time flows is always an unknown place, but the time I remember in my heart is not it. Although I think I have caught it, it is considered to be a thing with an owner, and I am its owner.  It seems that it can't escape my Wuzhi Mountain, it seems that I am me. Is this just a lie or a fact?  I couldn't figure it out, so naturally I couldn't answer it.

    Maybe one day when I fall into a deep sleep, it will disappear, and then it will be free again.

    But at that time, if anyone discovers its magical function, treats it as a treasure, and tries desperately to catch it, how sad it will be.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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