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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?

When you sleep, time is a dream; When playing, time is a virtual space; When you read, time is a story that spans the universe across time itself. In short, in those times, time is no longer time, no longer itself, no longer the "ticking" of an alarm clock, no longer a number on a train schedule. Because it is no longer itself, it can change rapidly, it can change itself at any time, it can change the sense of time of everything to one second. It can turn an hour into a second, a book into a second, a dream into a second. You just have to immerse yourself in anything, and time can turn it into a second.

Looking back on my childhood, in these slow and fast times, I was immersed in work and hard to wait for the game time inside the glass door, but the rose flowers in the garden outside the same door grew up one after another. On the same desk, the books have been changed like a fast camera batch after batch, and the brush that was once loved to the hand seems to be hanging on the brush rack day by day in the static time; I, too, always feel that my size is too slow to grow, and my beautiful clothes are always too small. Always dream of time to stay, good times can come again, but it seems to have spent a lifetime to wait, finally wait, get on the car, look at the ticket, but found that it is a one-way ticket.

Holding this one-way ticket, I looked in the direction of progress. I seem to see the future of this train, I seem to see the future of me standing in the distance, with my head held high and my spirit working hard, and salute me with a smile, thanking me for my patience, focus and courage.

Shakespeare said, "He who abandons time, time abandons him." In the rush of time, 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?only by cherishing it and grasping it, can we really enjoy every minute and every second it gives us.