When I was young, I didn't understand why adults are so slow to the year. If they want to think about it for a long time, they can't be sure whether it is the year of the rooster or the year of the dog. We are completely different. The mirror knows the zodiac of this year and our age. We are a little happy for growing up and being younger than our classmates. Hehe, today, I also forget to remember how old I am. It takes some brains to calculate. Even I'm not sure whether I'm 20, 21 or 22. I only know about it. Just like the figure of 2011, it has always been so strange, even 2010 is not familiar, and 2011 has seen the bottom. Hehe, the time is really fast. The previous diary came out when I was looking for a Japanese textbook a few days ago. I also need to distinguish the year. Time, a thing I've been thinking about these days, is really amazing. I remember I didn't eat dumplings two years ago. Now I go to the second restaurant and only want dumplings; At that time, I thought I would guard an aesthetic and guard myself to a very old age. Now my hair has grown for a long time and has been cut short for a few stubbles. Time. When I'm sad and can't see tomorrow, I always tell myself that I believe in time, but what is the thing that has always supported me and is still strong? It's probably a hope. Some time ago, I couldn't pull myself out. I took Uncle Wu's class that day and cured myself at once. Although the follow-up is still sad, the background has passed. I think time in my heart is hope and expectation for tomorrow. Tomorrow, I have tomorrow, which is both hope and constraint. I will walk through every thorn to reach tomorrow and strive to reach the tomorrow I want. When I get old, what will I become? Like Grandma, or like Uncle Wu or Mr. Fujii, I will become an old man I like. In this way, I don't look at the pain in front of me. I'm never afraid of pain and fatigue. I'm afraid I have no hope and direction to go out of the swamp. What exactly is time? It's a habit. Habit is a kind of life. The adaptability of psychology and physiology is very strong. After school started, the mattress was pulled out and suddenly turned into a hard board bed. After suffering a lot, I couldn't understand how I slept in the five years three years ago. Twenty days later, at the beginning, the bed board was so hard that I couldn't sleep well all night, and it hurt to turn over my bones. I got used to it slowly. It was safe to sleep. When I bought a new mattress the day before yesterday, I lay down happily, and I felt too soft to afford it. Oh, time, so many things I thought I couldn't accept, so I got used to them, good and bad. People who have been used to life for many times will always tell me that they have forgotten the past, or that they will not be used to it. Maybe they will not be used to it. Time and forgetting, how sad it is to say that we are forgetting others and others are forgetting us. It's quite right. How many things have we forgotten? I always thought I would treasure something. One day, I suddenly found its existence and let myself sigh. Hehe, this is the case. There's nothing to be particularly sad about. It's just attributes, right. Numbness is another matter. How many dreams and passions we numb. What a powerless input, how much anger we numb. When most of us are calm, the world can only go on as usual. How evil time is. It is not it that is evil, but we are powerless. But after many years, will you think of that year again? Is it laughing that you overestimated yourself, or another sigh that you don't think you're yourself? In this way, time is there, just neutral words, but it has color in our life. We have nothing but it and ourselves. Time is there, where are you? Ask yourself, don't let yourself down, don't let yourself be yourself after many years.