In 2013, few of the torn calendars were left. The torn calendars represented the spending of each day. A year passes by quietly with a flick of fingers. In the nature, it is just a season when flowers bloom and fall. But for human beings, each day represents 365 days a year, either muddling, busy, or missing, or sadness is integrated into the memories of 365 days a year. The past is the past of happiness or pain. It seems that Yingge and Yan dance are still yesterday, but it is already the winter season before our eyes. The calendar on the wall reminds us that 13 years will pass and a new year will come. Thinking about the 13 years spent, it was like a blank film, busy as a top on the asphalt road of the city, busy represents everything. In the impetuous city, I have already forgotten to stop and listen to the flowers blooming and falling, see the beautiful changes of the four seasons, listen to the voice deep in my heart, and greet friends far away, busy has forgotten the mutual care and greeting of friends, busy alienated friendship, busy forgot family affection. Every time I told myself to slow down my busy steps, look back at the road I had traveled, sort out the estranged friendship, and sort out the forgotten family ties. But every time I still spent year after year in the busy life.

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