时间,一个多么熟悉的词。有时候,我觉得时间很长,我不情愿写妈妈留给我的书法作业,在磨蹭中,我觉得时间过得很慢。有时候,我又觉得时间太短,玩耍时,它总是悄无声息地溜走了。有时候,我会觉得它很慢,像蜗牛爬,什么时候才能爬到放假?有时候,我会觉得它很快,像马儿奔,什么时候童年的快乐时光再回来?一个流浪汉在少年时代玩玻璃球,青年时代玩纸牌,中年时代打麻将,到了老年后他一无所有。流浪汉遇上了时光老人,他苦苦哀求时光老人再给他一次青春,他一定从头学 Time, a familiar word. Sometimes, I think a long time, I am reluctant to write my mother left my calligraphy work in the dawdle, I think the time flies slowly. Sometimes, I think time is too short, when playing, it always slipped silently. Sometimes, I think it is very slow, crawling like a snail, when can I climb a holiday? Sometimes, I will feel it soon, like a horse ran, when the happy childhood back again? A tramp in juvenile Age playing glass ball, youth playing cards, playing middle-aged mahjong, he got nothing after the age. Tramps met the time old man, begging for his time to give him an old man of time, he must learn