Moe Academy: Resurrection Battle

Time flies, the years slipped away quietly from my fingertips, I savored the marks left by the mill of time in my heart, the mill turned round and round, the marks accumulated layer by layer, settled into the joy, anger, sorrow and happiness in my writing, looking for the traces of time, I quietly opened the door of time. That day, the spring breeze was warm, and the leaves that had not fallen off cut the sunlight into pieces of golden light sprinkled on the snow-white cement ground. My mother took my hand and strolled in the tree-lined avenue. Suddenly, I heard a voice of urging. "Hurry up, hurry up, we're going to be late. The calligraphy class is over, and I have to pick you up for dance class, don't dawdle!" The mother's anxiety seemed to drive the child's emotions, and the child ran. His pouting mouth could not cover up his emotions, and the child was not happy with this. I was still young at that time, and I was very confused. I asked my mother: "Mom, why is he running?" My mother shook her head, smiled, and said: "He is not in a hurry, he is just running because his mother is anxious." I seemed to understand, but I didn't quite understand. I held my mother's hand and walked slowly. The mother and son walked quickly in the heavy sunlight. I don't know if the child is really talented and artistic, or is he forced to quickly accept what his mother forced on him? I don't know if the mother felt sad or proud and happy when she saw the child dancing on tiptoe, spinning, falling, and falling? I have no way of knowing. I don't know if the child really has a great passion for calligraphy and dancing at such a young age. At that moment, I was so glad that I had a mother like me now, who didn't ask me to become what they like, not what society dictates. I love reading. I was once intoxicated by the love story of Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu. I was also deeply yearning for Tao Yuanming's idyllic life. I like Li Bai's bold and unrestrained atmosphere the most, and I love Mo Jie's paintings in his poems. My heart is as simple as a book, and I smile and hum. Some people say that I am too cold, and some people say that I am too arrogant. No matter which statement, it has never affected my world. Because I know that I have a kind of elegance that they don't have, which belongs only to me. I am not worldly, and I live a light and elegant life. Sometimes the years are so similar that the scenes in the dream have become reality in the blink of an eye. Looking at my classmates walking fast, it seems that according to what others say, I should also join them to rush to that unknown place. The crowds are somewhat depressing. I wonder why they are in such a hurry? Because they are rushing to study. In order to get closer to their dreams, they don't allow time to slip away. They rush to the battlefield without stopping, covered with wounds. How many people fall, and how many people win? Some people are numb and start over. What I think is that I am not in a hurry, I just want stability. The road to high school cannot be rushed. They are in a hurry, stumbling, and in order to avoid disturbing others, they have to turn around in a hurry, fall, and fall to the ground. Why? I stroll, step by step, down to earth, and win in a steady way. Even if it hurts and hurts, the pace of growth has never stopped. Feel the joys and sorrows along the way, and lock them into the running heart. Bathed in the sun, feel the gift given to us by nature. Time is an unstoppable and powerful undercurrent. It flows silently, and we cannot stop its pace. However, just like the heart is like a window, we can choose to let the sun shine through this window into the depths of our hearts, so that those beautiful things can bloom like flowers. In this way, we can grow slowly and gracefully under the baptism of time.