Time is the passing of days, months and years considered as a whole. This definition from the dictionary may sound a little abstract to you. Actually everyone in the world has his or her own understanding of time. It is reckoned the fairest thing in the world. Everyone shares the same ownership without one second less or more. Time is the most efficient medicine. However serious the distress is, time will heal it at length. Time is a great sculptor, who takes us as its works of art, sculpting from young to old, immature to mature. Time is a one-way street, which can never reverse direction. It denies your any chances to regret.

This is a paragraph I wrote one year ago. When I saw it last night, I found it do make sense. However at that time, you didn’t do as what I wrote down. I feel kind of regretful for my own. As a freshman, I should have grasped variable opportunities to experience and learn more, but I just missed all of this. I spent too much time in the streets, shopping as well as in the dorm, searching Internet, so when others were making remarkable improvements I gained nothing. Now I am regretting, however, as what I wrote, I can’t go back.

Life sometimes seems to be ironic. As I am busying study mathematics recently I believe I am paying the price for what I did before. Anyway, I hope I can finally pass the entrance exam. I do hope all my efforts and sacrifices I made can be paid back.

God bless me!