Time always passes between flipping the calendar and tearing it apart. I remember that when I was a child, the calendar at home was never torn. My father used a clip to hold the past time. At the end of the year, it was thick with the past, leaving a thin layer of today and the remaining days. At that time, I hoped that every day would be a petal of a flower. Turn over the unhappy days… usher in another mood. But then time can’t always be stitched together.
Slowly, with the wall calendar, I can connect the past and present days together. Put the commemorative diary on it and never forget it. When you are in a good mood, look at the many meaningful days you have spent. Now it is popular to write your itinerary on the wall calendar. After a year, you can review how you spent the year, busy or free, meaningful or mediocre. In a lifetime, only time can completely record your traces. And with the calendar, you can know what you want to know all these years!
