Two 600-word essays on the topic of "Calendar"

I still remember when I was a child, the concept of time was not condensed into a string of electronic numbers as it is now, but existed in various places within reach: in diaries, marks on wall calendars, and pages torn out early in the morning. On the desk calendar...

At that time, we were still willing to pay some seriousness and solemnity to recognize the time flowing in our lives and the beauty associated with every moment.

But gradually, under the impact of an increasingly faster lifestyle, passage seems to have become the only meaning of time. Unfortunately, what is voluntarily given up at the same time is often the beauty related to time that we instinctively cherish.

The following are three sample essays titled "Calendar" for your reference.

Chapter One Calendar

Today is x month x day, and I tore off another page from the calendar.

Every day, I put the torn-off calendar into a box and tell myself: "This is how much time you spend, and your life is shortened by one day." I don't know why, but I just turned 18 As a young person, I actually have a sense of fear of death. Although this feeling does not appear often, I shudder every time the imaginary image of old age and illness is flashed through my mind. I think maybe I am too timid and afraid of pain.

I want to keep time, but I can’t. So I have to find a way to record time. So, every time I tore off a page of the calendar, I would write what happened on that day on it, and then keep it. The box I keep my calendar in is also filled with my joys and sorrows, excitement and loss. I don't know the point of doing this. But I know that every time I tell him what happened, I feel so comfortable, as if I'm confiding in a good friend.

I want to seize the time, but time always sneaks away from me. The pages of the calendar that have been torn out are my lost life. The most valuable thing for a person is to know how to cherish. Time flies, can we leave anything in this world before the last page of our calendar is torn off?

Part 2 Calendar

Although my house is not very neat, there is one place that is always neat - the north wall. There is a large white wallpaper on the north wall of my house. It sticks tightly to the wall and never loosens for a moment. However, there is nothing on it except a big calendar. Precisely because there is nothing on the north wall except the calendar, the calendar is very conspicuous.

The calendar is colorful, but what are the specific colors? I can't tell. Because it has so many colors! It’s so varied that it’s hard to see clearly. There is a big red paper on it, which is filled with various beautiful patterns, including galloping ponies, cute white rabbits, green prairie, purple sunset, gentle lambs, and There is joy and joy... There are also twelve pieces of white tissue paper, depicting the 12 months respectively. There are black fonts, which are the time to go to school, and red fonts, which are vacations. Under each number, there are several small characters, such as: Fourteen/14, Cold Dew/16, Frostfall/30... There are red and black fonts on both sides of the number. The red fonts are suitable things to do on a certain day, and the black fonts are Things that should not be done on a certain day, and beautiful fonts. Anyway, the content of the calendar is rich and colorful, telling us a lot of knowledge. Coupled with the beautiful patterns, it makes people look beautiful and rich in content. In short, this big calendar has a lot The good thing is, although it takes up a bit of space, our family loves it very much. We clean it on time every month, wipe the dust with a rag, and wash the walls with water, so that it is full of life and looks very comfortable every day. .

I love this calendar hanging on the wall! Hope you will come and see it too!

Part 3 Calendar

When I was very young, I never understood what a calendar was. When I asked my parents, my father said, "Isn't a calendar just a calendar?" My mother said, "A calendar is used to record every day of our lives." I didn't quite understand. I asked my grandparents again, and they all said jokingly: "A page on the calendar is one day. When the calendar is torn off, it's time to celebrate the New Year." When I heard it, wow, it's the New Year! The Chinese New Year means that you can wear new clothes and buy new year’s goods. How I want to celebrate the New Year as soon as possible!

In order to celebrate the New Year quickly, the next night, I secretly took the calendar off the wall and took it to my room. I think my grandparents said that as long as the calendar is completely torn up, we can celebrate the New Year, but tearing out one page a day is too slow. I will tear up the entire calendar tonight.

I nestled in the quilt, shined a flashlight on the calendar, and tore it out page by page. An hour passed, and I tore off a small part of the calendar. Two hours passed, and the calendar was almost torn in half. Three hours, four hours... I was about to tear off the calendar. Suddenly, a strange cry came from outside the room: "Where did the calendar go?" Oh no, the calendar theft was discovered. At this time, there was a knock on the door outside my room, so I had to bite the bullet and open the door pretending to be calm. Grandma stood outside the door and asked me: "Yi, have you seen the calendar?" I shook my head. Grandma believed me the most, so she didn’t ask any more questions and went to look elsewhere. This time it was a near miss. Finally, I managed to tear up the calendar.

I quietly put the calendar back to its original position and lay on the bed excitedly waiting for the coming New Year.

At dawn the next day, there was another strange scream outside the room, which woke me up. "Oh my God, why did the calendar come back and tear it all?!" I got dressed and walked out of the room, and said to grandma: "Grandma, is it the New Year?" Grandma was extremely surprised: "The New Year has just been celebrated. "Why is it celebrating the New Year again?" As soon as grandma finished saying this, she seemed to understand something and took my hand to explain to me. I seem to understand that life has to be lived day by day, and it is impossible to live a whole year in the blink of an eye.

I am so frustrated! Maybe only you can understand why I am depressed.