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flowing through time's threads 1200 words- family作文
in a quiet life, a mundane work, or passing by life, most people will encounter an作文 every now and then. reading such a book can consolidate scattered thoughts into one; seeing it in pieces glances at the whole picture. you'll see the same ideas appearing over time, forming a coherent image.
when we face writing, it's not just about words, but also about the emotions that flow through us, the threads that weave our stories together. those empty pages, scattered notes, fragments of memories: all together, they form a living book of our lives. it's time to find it, take it home and read it again.
the phone ring made me panic. i immediately realized that the world around was so different from how I imagined it. my parents were gone, but no one would say "I'm missing you." as i lay in the cold seat of the hospital, i could feel the weight of the world. my legs ached and i couldn't sit up anymore. i couldn't wait for him to come back. i thought so much about that time when we were both thirteen.
it was a beautiful day, so bright with laughter. my parents had just moved into their new apartment in city. they were the perfect family; the smallest, the sweetest, and the quietest. "you won't forget me, will you?" my mother said to my father, holding the door for me while I sat on the floor. we both laughed, talking about how we'd grown up, how their world had changed. "it's okay," i said, my parents looking at me with a mixture of pride and sadness.
the phone rings again; this time, it's not just me catching up to myself anymore, but we're missing each other more. the world is different, and so is our friendship. we don't know what will come next. no one says anything. nothing. that silence breaks the fragile fragile heart of my parents. they sit on the floor watching us go and back. i can feel their hands wrapping around me as if to hold them in a ball. they're still here, but I've forgotten them.
the wall behind me is made of stone. it's cold now, but it's also beautiful. the sun has flown by my window, its rays filtering through the glass and casting an endless tapestry of light. i look out at the horizon; the sky is dark, like a stormy ocean. i can see clouds moving across the sky, their paths distorted by the wind. they're quiet and still, waiting for us to come back. no matter how long we stay away, they won't move. they'll just keep looking at me, their eyes wide with hope, ready to find me when I finally show up.
when I think about what happened a few days ago, I can’t stop thinking about this. it’s so dark, but in the end, that's just how it is. i don’t care if they’re still here or not. no one cares. their world doesn’t change because of my absence; neither does mine. we’re both lost in time, caught up in a river of memories and hopes. we never see each other again, but the river carries us with it.
the phone call made me realize that time is passing, and so are our lives. we don’t have to wait for anything; everything will come back. it’s just that sometimes, things don’t come back. they’re still waiting, still looking at me. no matter how much I want to be there, or as big as the world, I just don’t care.
when i go to bed tonight, i won’t wake up to a world that doesn’t belong to me. it’s not about any destination; it’s just about being here now, surrounded by people who love us just like we’ve always been. they’re here, waiting for me back when I get home. it’s okay if they don’t come back. they’re gone forever.
i go to sleep with a smile on my face. the world is still there; it doesn’t change because of my absence. but i do change. because time moves on, and so does this river of memories, hopes, and promises. these are too many to count, but they will always stay in my heart.
