During class, looking at the date on the wall calendar, I especially hope that the red day will come soon, because I always want to rest at home. When the numbers leave us one by one, the calendar of life is turned over, there are sad tears, and there is a bright future. Before we know it, we find ourselves growing up, and we feel that we are not ready for that grown-up life, but while we are busy, the days on the calendar have long abandoned us because we didn’t cherish them well they. We are speechless, questioned by sheets of paper, how many dramas have been staged in the universe in those days we ignored, how many laughter and tears, sadness and joy, life and death and parting are carried on these papers. The red date on the wall calendar may have turned yellow, but the red day has awakened the dusty memories in everyone’s heart. When the wind blows, we see the unchangeable past, and there are all kinds of things we have written down there. Circle the important days. A wall calendar represents our life.
