The prose begins with a constant question, like asking you "where has the time gone?", and we look at the beginning of the essay.
Where has the time gone?
"When the swallows go, there will be a time to come again; when the willows have withered, there will be times when they will be green again; when the peach blossoms will be thankful, and there will be times when they will bloom again." But, cleverly, you tell me, why are our days gone forever? --Someone stole them: Who was that? And where is it hidden? They fled on their own: where are they now? ”
The above passage can come back by asking the swallows to fly away, the willows can sprout and turn blue again when they are withered, and the peach blossoms can bloom again, and why are our days gone forever? The author also has no answer, Zhu Ziqing is also looking for answers, and each of us is also looking for results, but we wonder whether our time has been stolen by the years, if not then where it is, or whether it has fled in a hurry.
Mr. Zhu Ziqing, on the other hand, found an answer that could not be seen or touched. He wrote, "When you wash your hands, the days pass from the basin of water; when you eat, the days pass from the rice bowl; when you are silent, you pass before your eyes." I sensed that he was in a hurry, and when he stretched out his hand to cover it, he passed by the hand he was holding, and when it was dark, I was lying on the bed, and he skillfully stepped over me and flew at my feet. When I opened my eyes and said goodbye to the sun, it was another day. ”