33 sentences describing the passage of time

Time is the most precious thing and should not be wasted.

Second, cherish time and cherish themselves, because they can't start over.

Third, we always have nothing to say at the beginning, and it hurts at the end.

Four, two people holding hands for a long time, the novelty will fade, and there will be cracks slowly.

Five, the fingers are too wide, the time is too thin, and the years can't turn back or turn white.

Six, the prime of life does not return, it is difficult to get up in the morning, encourage in time, and wait for no one.

Where were those lost times before me? Behind me, where are the future generations? I thought of heaven and earth, with no limit and no end. I was alone and my tears fell.

Eight, endless flowers, endless months, hurried time, youth passing by all the way.

Nine, time is like an arrow that leaves the string, passing by in a hurry. Time is like spilled water, which is gone forever.

10. Time is the basic element of life. It ignites the spark of wisdom for you and shines the brilliance of life value.

Eleven, the past is like smoke, shaking off the dust on the ground, time is always cruel to us, time is always in a hurry, too hasty.

Twelve, the passage of time, we have grown up, which also allows us to constantly and profoundly understand the true meaning of life and the meaning of life.

Thirteen, the water is gone, the lonely shadow is shining, relying on the old to sell the old, looking back. Time is the executioner, erasing the past and present.

XIV. Time is a silent file. Time is the capital of mental workers. Time is a loan that even a trustworthy borrower can't repay.

Fifteen, I think the reason why I don't miss each other when I meet you is because meeting can only make people feel helpless in front of reality, but memories can turn a doomed lie into a fairy tale.

Sixteen, people who use "minutes" to calculate time spend 59 times more time than people who use "hours" to calculate time.

Seventeen, the world of mortals is like a dream, and an empty door is like silence. When does the world of mortals pass through an empty door? False feelings, true feelings, leaving only false feelings and no one knows the true feelings. Long years, shallow time, only long years have passed.

Eighteen, time flies, the years are seamless. The past can't be repeated with the passage of time, hazy waiting, inexplicable expectation, beautiful fantasy, and the dizzy time like a walking corpse is unwilling to recall.

Nineteen, years passed, but she stayed in her innocent childhood forever, refused all kinds of worldly wisdom, was indifferent to all malice and suspicion, and lived happily in her simple real world.

20. Life is always so hurried. After patience, we saw the pain and understood the happiness. When life is smooth sailing, it is easy to smile, but those who can smile in adversity are truly optimistic.

2 1. Meeting and parting are like endless notes in life, just like tasting a cup of bitter coffee. The bitterness of parting remains in my mouth, and the sweet fragrance will remain in my memory forever with the precipitation of years!

Twenty-two, time flies, the light is fleeting. Looking back, this year has passed, and all the bitterness is sweet. The night is dim, and I have no sleep to read and listen to the spring talk. Every day is a new one, and I am no longer at leisure, watching the moonlight-filled stars go all the way.

Twenty-three, with the siege of time, my steps are getting heavier and slower. Time seems to have cornered me and plunged me into a Jedi. I can't save anything, I can only endure the pain and trudge forward step by step.

Time, like a rusty axe, dully carves the world, leaving traces of deja vu for people to mourn. Only the dead can remember the place where the moonlight faded and coquettish bloomed. People born have been far away from here.

Twenty-five, life is fleeting, youth does not bear, only time, calm and orderly. Sadness and joy are mixed, but for a lifetime, life does not struggle; Just like plum blossoms, "keep a quiet age order and watch the flowers bloom and fall"!

Twenty-six, the passage of time, those that have passed, do you still remember? Today's sadness and the influence of our journey, feelings and career will fade with the years, and the book of time will become blurred because of the years, which will never stand the test of time.

I often think that memory is the easiest thing to blur, and it will fade away in droves as time goes on. And the turning point of boring middle school life day by day is slowly fading away. Unforgettable, only some in retrospect, unbreakable stay in memory.

Twenty-eight, if I had known that meeting was in such a hurry, I would never have let go of your hand gently; If I had known that gathering was so tangled, I would never have bowed my head silently; If I knew that interdependence was so persistent, I would never turn around quietly.

Time flies, as if there is no way to go back to the past, but there are still many people who choose to continue their lives. At least they don't make public and only choose their own parts. When the sun shines on them, they should feel unusually warm and bright.

Thirty, when we open our eyes, time passes with the sun; When we are sad, time passes with sadness; When we are lonely, time and loneliness go hand in hand; When we read short messages, time passes between reading letters; Please cherish time and don't let it slip through our fingers with tears.

3 1. I always look forward to overcoming difficulties. Actually, I'm not struggling I don't believe in my perseverance, so I always hope that time will pass faster, but my troubles will not flow away with time. It's just that time pushes me and I push my troubles.

Thirty-two, there are always some people in life who come in a hurry, leaving a lot of warmth, but they slip away quietly. Those vacancies will let another person in. Some love has never been expressed to you, and separation is far away. But it has come, and we can't choose our own destiny and the world of life; I can't resist the helplessness of loving you

Thirty-three, suddenly looking back, those fleeting stories have become unforgettable memories. Family, friendship and love have become the softest part of my heart. Perhaps, memory is an indispensable part of growth. It belongs to no one, it only belongs to itself, to its own rings, to its own dull years, to its own busy days, even if it is only some trivial things.