Afterschool,Ihurriedhome,sortedoutmyschoolbag,andtookoutmyhomeworkinahurry.Isetatimeformyselftofinishmyhomeworkbeforemymothercomes.Itisnotenoughtojustwritehomeworkquickly,andhomeworkshouldalsobeaccurate.Ifyoucan'twrite,putitfirst.Dootherhomeworkfirst,andthendealwiththebadfood.
Inamoment,Ifinishedallmyhomework.What'snextCallthecomputerWatchtvGodownstairstoplayNO,neither-reading.Asthesayinggoes,apersoncanreadthreehundredormorewordsaminute.IfIwatchmorethanothersforafewminutes,Icanhaveseveraltimesmoreknowledgethanothers.
Iwatcheditforanhour.Beforemymothercame,Ipracticedpianoinmytrusteeshiphome."Timeflieslikeanarrow,andtimeflieslikeashuttle".Timedropsby.Whenmymothercametopickmeup,Ihadfinishedplayingpiano.Ithought:IfIwentouttoplayjustnow,Iwouldnothavegainedsomuchknowledge.
Irememberonedayinthewintervacation,Ididmyhomework,atesnacks,andplayedwithpencils.Ididn'tpayattentionatall,andmyhandwritingwastwisted.Mymothersawitandsaid,"Youshouldconcentrateonwriting.Don'twastetime.Timeislife.Thinkaboutit.Mr.LuXundidn'tsaythatwastingyourowntimeisequaltochronicsuicide,andwastingothers'timeisequaltomurder."
Yes,wemustcherishtime,ortimewillflowawayquietly.GrandfatherZhuZiqingsaid,"Whentheswallowsgo,therewillbeatimetocomeback,whenthepeachblossomswither,therewillbeatimetobloomagain,andwhenthewillowswither,therewillbeatimetoturngreenagain..."Butwhentimegoesby,itwillnevercomeback.Everysecondisflowingawayatfullspeed,walkingonthegrass,flyingintheair...Timeisgoneforever.
OneSundayafternoonayearago,Iwasdoingmyhomework.Afterawhile,Ifelttiredofwriting.Ithought:"IwrotesomehomeworkonFriday,andnowIwritesomehomework.It'sbettertoplayforawhilenow,andplaywellanddomyhomework."Itdoesn'tmatterifIdon'tplay.Iplayeduntil7:00intheevening.Aftereating,Istartedtodomyhomeworkagain.It's8:00already.Iwroteforanotherhalfanhour.Ifelthazyandwantedtosleepverymuch.ButIthoughtIhadn'tfinishedmyhomeworkandcouldn'tsleepyet,butmyexhaustionstillpulledmeintoadream.WhenIwokeup,itwas9o'clockatnight.WhenIwasabouttowritemyhomework,mymothercameoverandsaidseriouslytome,"Youusedtowriteitat8:00,butyouhaven'twrittenitat9:00today.",Ilookeddownwithembarrassment.Later,Ididn'tfinishmyhomeworkuntil9:30.
Once,mymotherurgedmetodomyhomeworkintheevening,andIsaid,"It'sallright,it'sstillalongtime!"Afterafewhoursofplaying,Ilookedupandsaid,"Oh!It'smorethannineo'clock.Hurryuptocatchupwithmyhomework.Atthistime,Ifoundthattherewasalotofhomeworktoday.Iwassweatingalloverandfinallyfellasleep.Momsaid,"Don'tgotobedfirst."Isaid,"No!"Ifinishedmyhomeworkaftereleveno'clock.Thenextdayinclass,Iwassleepyanddidn'tknowwhattheteacherwastalkingabout.OnlythendidIrealizehowimportantitistocherishtime.
Inmyheart,Isilentlycountedthatmorethan4000dayshadpassedawayfrommyeyes;Itdisappearedlikesand,andIcouldn'thelpbutfeelhelplessandregretful.
WhenIeat,thedayspassbyinfrontofthebowl;Whenreading,thedaysranpast.WhenIfoundtimedisappearingquickly,Iwantedtoreachoutandcatchit,butitwasuseless.Ithadalreadyrunaway.