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Time is long, time is quick, time is gone never to return. Time is like a train that always says "five minutes to the station". I wait anxiously on the platform, craning my neck from time to time to look at the dark place where the train will arrive in five minutes. It feels like I've been waiting for a century. I am waiting for the car carrying countless class bell, countless games, countless books, countless amusement park tickets "five minutes after the station" train I suddenly came back to God, sit up straight, scold yourself: what god, don't hurry up to finish the homework at hand, don't think nonsense, complete the homework can board the train, do everything you want to do. But I can not help but daydream: if time is fast, why always let me wait; If time is slow, why does it pass in a blink of an eye?