An essay expressing regret over the passage of the weekend.

A ray of morning light pierced the quiet earth, bringing the information of dawn, and the sunshine gently sprinkled on my face through the thin shoulders of curtains. I also raised my hands and let the golden elf jump between my fingers. It's really dazzling I usually get up very late. Today is the first time I got up so early. Why ah! It turns out today is the second day of the weekend.

I sat on the bed for a while, rubbed my sleepy eyes, and then jumped out of bed to greet this beautiful Sunday morning happily. After a simple grooming, I went to the table to see what was delicious for me to enjoy. Wow! It turned out that my mother made a special "vegetable salad" with full love. I was singing "Empty City Plan" in my stomach and couldn't wait to rush to the table and eat it. After breakfast, I ran back to my room at lightning speed because I wanted to open the treasure house of knowledge quickly. So, I took a book in my hand and began to read it, just as the French writer Goethe said, "Reading a good book is talking to a noble person." Yes, I'm talking to great people now! I feel that my friends' books are like a trickle, turning knowledge into running water, flowing through my heart, and sometimes I can spend this wonderful day with my intimate friends. Therefore, "books" are indispensable companions and guests for holidays.

On Sunday morning, I usually get up early, because I'm going for a morning run. After I put on my running shoes, I "whew!" ",ran to the park. My mood cheered me up. You see, this warm sunshine radiates warm sunshine, as if cheering for me, while the delicate flowers, green grass and tall trees beside me sway from side to side after a breeze, as if they knew I said "good morning". How passionate! Running and running, I wanted to be lazy at first, and I was really tired when I remembered that there was still a long way to run ahead. So, I sat on the bench and rested. At this moment, I suddenly found a grotesque stone at my feet, and I picked it up. Looking closely, a bud grew between the cracks in the stone. At this moment, my mood can only be described by the word "moved", because I see the tenacity of life. It is not easy to grow a bud from a crack in the stone, but this green bud did it. I put it back and left. On this day, I realized the true meaning of the phrase "life will be created by myself", because that flower is the best testimony.

Time flies. In a blink of an eye, the second weekend passed again. These two days, I have benefited a lot, not only broadening my horizons, but also having a deeper understanding of life. Now I'm looking forward to next weekend.