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What is time?
Is it flowing like a river,and passing like the wind,
the trees sprout in spring,fall in autumn,
the sun rises from east,set to west,
an infant is born,an old man go to the end?
By a river,Master Confucius said―
Flowing is everything,never ceasing day or night!
But we are looking for future,forever,
Like our ancestors,who lived in the Paradise,
Like an old soldier who never dies,just fade away,
Like a poet who in the eyes of our hearts,
flying in the heaven as a white crane.
In a dust,there is a world,
At a blink,it has passed a thousand years,
At single time,the past,the present,
the future are presented altogether.
Everying will come and go,
and a time for every matter under the sun.
But my heart is still.
(注：外院的郑从容老师帮助作了修改，特此致谢!)
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