For 2014

　　For my 2014 　
　　Unintentionally, I grow one year old. I am not very happy about that, because I did grow taller or slimmer as I wished. How I wish I could stay at my 20s! I think I would pay anything for it. However, seemingly, it is not possible. Time is pressing on just like water flows from high to low. 　 小荷作文网 www.zww.cn
　　Looking back my life, especially the recent 2 and 3 years, I tried hard to grab time to do “something”。 Because we can show we are living as a meaningful identity by showing that special “something” that we have achieved. This something can be profoundly complex, and be extremely simple. It may be complicated since life is a complex itself. Hardly can anyone state clearly what he or she wants from life for being contented with it. It can also be as simple as getting a promotion, a salary raise, or even a long-wanted iPhone. Either complex or simple, my life did slip away without my doing anything secularly meaningful. 　
　　I always comfort myself with you are still young, and you have plenty of time. However, when I am looking at my students who are almost12 years younger than me, how could I still have the courage to say, “You are still young, to myself.” When I am looking at my aging parents, how could I dare to say, “You are still young, to myself.” When our my peers are showing off their babies, how could I reasonably claim, “You are still young, to myself.” 　
　　Of course, I do not mean that being old only brings demerits. Being one year older tells me that I have lived safe and sound for other 365 days, though some parts of body become stiffed.