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Slow down, 500 words 1. Everything is fast now. On the way to work and school, the requirements are fast, there are taxis, express trains and planes, and everything flashes like lightning. Everything is too fast. Everyone is in a hurry, as if they will miss something if they don't hurry. But I think it's wonderful to slow down.

There is a moat near my home. I still remember when I was a child, my father and I often went for a walk by the river at night. We walked hand in hand on the boardwalk. At night, the moon is particularly bright, the moonlight is particularly gentle, and the evening wind blows. The cool feeling is refreshing and makes me extremely comfortable.

There is a tall and thick stone wall along the path. Sometimes I walk along it. Wherever I go, when I step up a little, my father will tell me slowly and seriously, "slow down, slow down." Once, I finally couldn't help asking my father, "Why do you always remind me to slow down?" He smiled and patiently explained to me: "It is also important to slow down. How can you enjoy such a beautiful and comfortable night scene without slowing down? " I see, every scenery in the future, I will think of what my father said, and slow down and appreciate it properly.

Slow down, there is another wonderful thing. I clearly remember a trip I was shivering with fear on the bridge. Facing the violent shaking of the river and the bridge separated by only one board, I just want to leave this place quickly. Dad saw the thoughts around me: "slow down, slow down your heart, there is always something wonderful waiting for you!" " "This sentence sounds familiar! I calmed down and suppressed the "big waves" in my heart. Slowly, I took the first step.

The wind, blowing gently in the ear, is like the comfort of a warm heart, more like the special encouragement of my father. One step, two steps, three steps ... I slowed down and my heart slowed down at the same time. At this time, I am slowly enjoying all the scenery around me, and everything in the world is beautiful.

Slow down, I heard a teacher's open class two days ago, and I was very touched. I want to write it down and share it with my peers.

The teacher told the third grade "The Rich Xisha Islands". In order to arouse students' interest, she played a scene reading aloud. Then get down to business and start learning new courses. This class uses multimedia teaching.

Courseware shows the new words in pinyin for students to read, then removes the pinyin for students to read, and then recognizes the words. This is the teaching of Chinese characters. After learning the text, the courseware shows several paragraphs of the text and corresponding questions in turn. I found that the children in this class are very active in answering questions, and the classroom atmosphere is very active, so the teachers can't get in touch. The teacher had to shout loudly to signal the students to pause, because the students' enthusiasm for answering questions could not calm them down, so the teacher had to echo the students' answers. Because time waits for no one, we need to move on to the next link.

A class goes on like this, one link after another. I found that the teacher was very tired in class, and it was precisely because she was eager to move on to the next link that she could not calm the students down. It's not that the students didn't listen to her, but that she didn't give them enough time to behave. I silently ask for the students in my heart: "teacher, please slow down, slow down, give us time to speak and give us the right to express."

What beautiful sentences, beautiful language, active classes and expressive children. She didn't give a "green light" to a child's little hand held high like a forest in the classroom. Now let the children stand up and read aloud the beautiful sentences that appear on the slide. These sentences let the children read how beautiful and emotional they should be! Because there are countless slides, it is urgent to play all the contents of these slides in a 40-minute class, and there is no time to show them to students alone in this class.

Teacher, please slow down, slow down, don't deprive students of their right to express themselves just because we can show our talents in class.

Slow down, carry your bag, and bow your head on the way home. It's raining and sunny, and everything is wet and annoying. Run home! With this in mind, I began to run home.

Just then-"Tick-tock", a trace of coolness penetrated my whole body.

I looked up with some dissatisfaction, but I almost screamed in surprise. The sky has completely cleared up. The warm sunshine shines faintly on the ground through the tall and straight phoenix tree. The buttonwood trees are dense, and the green branches are completely intertwined, forming gaps of different styles. However, the sun is still playfully drilling among the leaves, dancing a happy symphony. At that moment, even the veins on the leaves were very clear, full and full of fresh juice. Ye Er, like a slap in the face, hit it off in the sun, as if he was glad that someone had finally slowed down to enjoy the beautiful scenery.

I'm still looking for that evil little guy. Ah, yes! Full dewdrops play heartily among the leaves, and the leaves roll gently with the movement of beads. Like a child who didn't wake up, the water drops staggered under the touch of Ye Er. Occasionally, a stream of clear water blows, leaves rustle, and countless water droplets are carried by the wind to embrace the earth, which is a bit like pouring pearls of all sizes into a plate of jade. Some opened their hands with joy, expecting the arrival of water drops, and the "tick" rang again, and another drop of water merged into the palm of their hands, and the coolness pervaded the whole body. I leaned against the buttonwood, and my heart was filled with infinite joy. Of course, the bustling crowd will not understand my joy. They only care about running blindly and never slow down.

Xi Murong wrote in Tong Hua, "As long as the flowers are still lagging behind, we can still hear the sound of flowers in our hearts. Little by little is enough." In fact, what we need is to slow down and enjoy the beautiful scenery in a hurried and noisy world. Slow, originally a positive attitude, is also the leisure that everyone needs.

Even if time goes up inch by inch, urging us to move forward, we should keep an initial beauty in our hearts, slow down and look for the innocence of life.

Slow down, slow down. What can we do? If I were a child, I would take advantage of this slow-down time to enjoy it, but now I will probably choose to do more math problems, read more American literature and read more classics of Chinese studies. Because in the near future, I will enter the battlefield-like college entrance examination room, and the outcome of this war will have a great impact on my future life.

When I slow down, I will choose to do several math problems. To me, mathematics is like a tough devil. I can neither overcome it nor get along with it. So when I slow down, I can slowly think of various ways to communicate with it, hoping it can help me in the college entrance examination. The proof problem that bothers me, in the time of slowing down, calm down and don't break it rashly; Always solve the wrong equation, and choose the correct result patiently and carefully during the deceleration time. Maybe in this way, the devil will become approachable.

When I slow down, I may play my favorite badminton with my friends in a certain venue on campus, so as to relieve the heavy study task in senior high school, release the study pressure and put my troubles on badminton. With a bang, my troubles disappeared. How pleasant it would be to slow down, do what you like and eat what you like.

Slow down time, slow down to do things, slow down to enjoy the pleasant scenery around you, slow down to talk about your troubles with friends and family, and slow down to think about your life.

But time can't really slow down, and the time to slow down can only be squeezed out by yourself. Seriously, if I really have time to slow down, I don't have to rush to finish my meal or finish my homework in this subject. I can finish my daily tasks slowly, without worrying about the time passing too fast. So how beautiful and carefree it is to slow down!

Slow down, 500 words plus 5 scales ... After a while ... the pointer goes straight ahead, not fast-forwarding for anyone, nor stopping for anyone. There is no doubt that time has always been selfless. However, the virtual clock in some people's hearts is still ticking, and it seems to go faster and faster.

The earth was scorched by the scorching sun, and the asphalt became thick and sticky, as if sweating. The traffic on the road is speeding, and you will line up at a red light. Many people are carrying briefcases or handbags, with a serious face and a little anxiety. The green light came on, and I crossed the road without looking. My clothes were fluttering and the wind was blowing under my feet. I left. In this busy street corner, few people stop to watch, but they all seem to be catching a train and rushing around.

People walk by like this, really in a hurry, so they are indifferent to the world. Someone around me wrestled and passed as "not seeing"; I bumped into it while walking, saying "I'm sorry" in my mouth, but my feet kept on; Someone accidentally dropped the fruit to the ground just to avoid stepping on it. ...

Man, why not slow down and look at this wonderful life? Why not have a rest and feel this wonderful life? Why not stop for a while and feel the peace of nature? What makes life so fast? Why can't you enjoy the slow down time?

How brilliant life is, how wonderful the world is, full of vitality and joy every moment, just waiting for us to explore and feel.

When you are tired from work and study, go to the embrace of nature, experience the coolness of the gurgling stream, enjoy the pink and willow green all over the mountains, listen to the warblers in the jungle, stretch your brows, calm your mind, stop thinking about any worries and troubles, stop working hard, find inner peace and joy, and inject new energy into your body and mind like refueling.

Slow down your pace! Keep your eyes open! Clean your. Mind! Let the virtual clock rest for a while and let the inner clock tick slowly.

Slow down, time. ...

Slow down, the 500-word novel coronavirus on the 6th seems to have pressed the pause button for the whole city. ...

There are no adults and children rushing to work or school, no noisy car horns, no more people coming and going in the street, only a few people wearing red armbands guarding the intersection.

The pace of life suddenly slowed down.

After several attempts to go out were rejected, I gave up the idea and turned on the TV in boredom. All the news was about the new pneumonia. I changed the channel several times, and the content was almost the same, so I gave up hope and picked one at random.

When the camera flashed, an old man in the hospital bed was full of tubes. Before he could look carefully, a set of data appeared on the screen, which was the increasing death toll. I can't help thinking to myself, I don't know where the old man will go in the end.

Thinking about thinking, an indescribable emotion pervades my heart, and I don't know whether to feel lucky for myself or sad for the patient. Sometimes, the best thing in the world may be a simple breath.

Looking around, trees are breathing, buildings are breathing, people are breathing, and the world is breathing. Being able to breathe is something to be grateful and cherished.

I took a deep breath, then exhaled gently, and suddenly remembered a sentence, inhaling flowers and spitting out incense. Can people in hospital beds feel this feeling again? I'm thinking. ...

I don't know when life is getting faster again, and we can't wait to break a minute into ten minutes. We forgot to listen to the wind and didn't have time to watch the clouds at sunrise and sunset. Run all the way to the left, thinking that there is a more beautiful scenery ahead. But we never know what will happen tomorrow. Maybe everything we once had will become a memory in the blink of an eye.

Go out of the house, sit in the yard and look up at the sky in the four corners. The sunset is like a ripe red cherry, and the sky is gorgeous enough to make clothes. From time to time, a few bright birds fly lightly on their wings.

It's so beautiful that I can't help exclaiming.

Watching TV again, I think it is more worthwhile and wonderful than running forward, slowing down and feeling the scenery that I missed in my life and never came back.

Slow down, look at the wind, a thin thread, pulling a kite in the air. At that moment, time deliberately slowed down for me and reminded me of my childhood memories.

When I was a child, I often separated from my parents and lived in my grandmother's house in the country. My grandmother occupied most of my childhood memories.

Grandma's craft is very skillful. She was a famous kite maker in the village when she was young. Her kite is lifelike, which is different from that in the market. She not only makes kites by herself, but also is an excellent kite fighter. Kite flying competitions are held regularly in the village, and grandma can win the first prize every time. She wanted me to study, and I became a troublemaker.

The wind was just right that day. My grandmother took a kite at the back of the yard and taught me to fly it before sunset. My grandmother's kite is shaped like a butterfly, supported by bamboo strips (woven skeleton) and several extremely thin pieces of paper. Butterfly wings have two slender ribbons at each end. The two ribbons are about two meters long and embroidered with several flowers. This should be grandma's most exquisite kite, and it is still in my study.

Grandma is pulling the silk thread and slowly pulling the small butterfly at the back end with the wind. The two ribbons were blown by the wind and danced like waves. With a leisurely action, she let go of the silk thread and walked forward. Sometimes she will take out her other hand-judge the wind direction, and then gently pull it a few times, and the kite will magically fly to the sky.

I followed my grandmother, and the wind brushed her cheek, bringing up a few strands of silvery white hair. She turned around and forced out a bright smile, revealing wrinkles in her gums and eyes. Came over, raised his hand wrapped in gauze and landed on my shoulder. The afterglow of the sunset shines on the world, and her dark skin is almost brown, revealing a little apple red.

Now that the years have passed, I don't know how much time I can see my grandmother. The sun ran out of the world at the end of bidding farewell to the world, and everything slowed down. I am willing to stay at this moment forever, just looking at grandma's smile is enough.

The kite in the air is holding my thoughts. The years are quiet and the story of slowing down is wonderful.

Slow down, 500 words 8 slow down time

Bring a pot of sake and listen to a Long song. Time is quiet, the years are long and meaningful, even the running water is slow. Life used to be a poem. Seeing a lonely cloud coming out of the hole is like tasting fragrant tea.

Qingming night rain

I also read ancient poems such as enjoying flowers and the moon, and I will never forget them. Leng Yue, my favorite festival, is undoubtedly Qingming. "There are many rains during the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." Qingshiban Street, where Gulu people live, people in a hurry go their separate ways. At this time, how elegant is the person who enjoys all this alone?

Different from pedestrians, he slowly felt the clear night rain and the time slowed down. Time is carefree, and so is he. In the Xinghua Village in the distance, the young cattle and children in front of us are as elegant as poetry.

As time slows down, the rainy night in Tomb-Sweeping Day becomes poetic, and I am bustling with people. It turns out that the so-called life, after the years have slowed down, is a long poem with a lotus pose and snow characters.

Xiaoxiang Chunqiu

Light a stove of incense, sit on the floor, and sit under colorful fallen flowers. Quiet and windy, how many delicate and charming colors fall, and fall between the opened pages, which is refreshing.

Tsing Yi is a passer-by, but it can never be let go; Far and wide, but not out of the small world. One flower, one leaf, one world, one word, one paper and one life. The time in the book is slow, and it is slow in spring, summer, autumn and winter, but full of poetry. A clear pillow in Xiaoxiang, MengMeng, a night of listening to the rain. When you step in quietly, you find that the slow time is as quiet as poetry and as indifferent as water. I believe that a poetic life must be calm and light. Listening to your heart in the years must be a slow and slow voice.

As pale as smoke

Whether to stay or not is unintentional, and the clouds in the sky are winding and comfortable. Time is clear, slowly moving forward, walking and walking, out of a wisp of poetry. Slow down the years, only deep silence, deep silence, the wind is clear and the clouds are light.

When a guqin was settled, a poem was written and an old book was read, I found that the time to slow down was so shallow. Listen to cicadas in the breeze and bright moon, and listen to frogs in the rice fragrance.

In fact, it's not only time that slows down, but also your heart.

Slow down, the rain is dripping outside the window, beating every piece of land.

The intermittent rain and the fragrance of green tea bring the double enjoyment of smell and hearing.

Looking out of the window, I saw Longgang's grandmother through the rain curtain.

She is silently looking at this smoky land, and there is no one around. The children are all busy with the business at home, except for a small shop that has been open for several years. I sat in the shop where I used to play when I was a child, thinking about the warmth of my loved ones.

Why can't time slow down? The grandmother who raised me when I was a child, the grandmother who ran with me with a smile, and the naughty grandmother who secretly hid a dress for me can't walk now. The small shop that was full of laughter and vitality in the past is now deserted and unattended.

I seldom go back there and find the old man's nagging very troublesome. Now, with the growth of years, I know that grandma just wants to talk to someone. If they don't talk to others, their hearts will be empty.

When I was a child, I played with my friends in the open space in front of the door, talking and laughing every day. At that time, there were no academic worries, no interpersonal relationships between friends to deal with, and no endless urban demeanor. It was the daily life of most of us to work at sunrise and rest at sunset.

Every time I hear my grandparents shout for dinner, I will say I know in a local accent and hurry back. At that time, I ate my own chicken. The food was fresh and bought from the market. It had a fresh earthy smell, which was actually the warmth I had never eaten since I left at the age of 5.

At that time, it was rainy, heavy rain or light rain, and two rough hands were covered with calluses due to years of hard work, dragging me in the rain for fear that I would fall. My grandma and grandpa, who were able to pick me up at the beginning, can only walk on crutches now. My once stiff back is now bent.

At that time, I thrived under the umbrella, but the umbrella was getting old.

Slow down, my time.

Slow down, 500 words 10 In the autumn sunset, I open my arms and want to hug the warm orange.

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I vaguely remember it was an autumn evening. I sat on the steps in front of my hometown to have a rest. I looked around bored, but it was boring. I really didn't find anything interesting to do, so I looked up at the sky glumly and wanted to complain, but I didn't remember. The next scene left a deep notch in my heart-

The setting sun shines effortlessly, but it is extremely gentle, dyeing the clouds and the sky warm orange. Xia Hong rises in the sunset, just like a gentle veil on a classical woman. The trees are greener and taller against the sunshine. The thick dark green looks extremely solemn. At that moment, I seemed to see the knight who was taking the oath, with a solemn expression and a strong confident light.

Birds flying low in the air can't seem to break this beautiful moment and fly quietly. The bird's white feathers were dyed bright orange red. Everything is integrated with the autumn wind, so quiet and beautiful. Time seems to slow down, clouds, birds, the sky. ...

I was in a trance, came to my senses and stood up. Looking at the splendid sunset, I couldn't help reaching out my hands and trying to hold the orange-so warm. Only to see it sink gradually.

Suddenly I miss such a gentle and warm light. Why can't time slow down? There will be more time to understand life and feel nature.

Quietly recalling the afterglow of the early autumn of that year, the orange-red sky and the gorgeous sunset mixed with the unique aroma of autumn red maple, making people willing to indulge themselves and sink slowly.

There are so many dusk, but it is no longer the feeling of that year. Time, please slow down, let me relive the sunset years, how long and how many gestures. ...

Speak slowly, 500 words 1 1 Everyone has a wish, which may be small or hypocritical. They are like a seed. They have been rooted in people's hearts since childhood and began to grow brilliantly under the care of growth. Over time, they will grow into towering trees. My wish may seem absurd and bizarre. But what I really want is to slow down the time.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock ..." Time passed quietly. In the examination room, time disappears on the top of students' books. Every minute is the past efforts and struggles. In the hospital, in the quiet hospital bed where time disappears, every minute is a hymn to retain life. In the corner of my parents' eyes, time disappears in the tired work day and night, and climbs up the corner of my parents' eyes quietly every minute.

Born in this world, you took care of us when we were born, you painstakingly taught us, and when we grew up, you tirelessly taught us knowledge over and over again. At school, we made more friends, and you smiled with relief. As everyone knows, ruthless time has carved wrinkles on your face. I'm afraid we'll be apart in the future, and I'm afraid wrinkles will climb up your cheeks again. I am sad, I cry, I want to climb up your solid arm again, and I want to laugh with you again! But time flies, depriving us of everything. Young friends, kind teachers and warm campus. ...

Time! Please slow down. Let's not touch the wrinkles on our parents' faces, let's get together with our separated friends again. Look at the campus where you used to laugh and laugh. Please slow down.

"Encourage in time, and time waits for no one." Every seed of the soul can reach the sublimation of time growth, so let them thrive.

Slow down, 500 words 12 flowers bloom and fall, back and forth. The season is changing, and it is still changing. Day and night, it repeats itself. Time, can you start again?

Slow down. You are moving. Why don't you stop? Stay here for a while and recall my lost childhood. I really, really, really want to go back to my carefree childhood, do it on the balcony and enjoy the cool and dry feeling of the breeze blowing across my cheeks. Whenever night falls, the black sky and shining little stars are my best playmates in childhood. Only by counting first and then falling asleep can you enter a sweet dream-""Ah; One, two, three, four, five ... "

Slow down. Like a blade, you ruthlessly cut wrinkles on your parents' foreheads. Black hair is mixed with some silver hair, as if it had been dyed by wind and frost. A little aging is a scar left by the passage of time. Please slow down and don't let them get old, ok?

Slow down. A gentle face is replaced by a mature cheek, which is not so childish. Less childish; Small dependence; Less love. Just a lot of homework. Inevitable troubles and worries; Scold a lot. Slow down, I don't want to grow up!

Tick tock, tick tock ......

time ......

If God can give me a chance to make a wish, then I will let time pass slowly.

Time is up, please go slow!

Slow down, 500 words 13, the pace of life is getting faster and faster, and people's footsteps are getting faster and faster.

When I was young, I felt that time was slow, everyone enjoyed it and people lived happily.

As I grow up, the pace of life is getting faster and faster. Doing so much homework at noon every day, sometimes I can't even take care of lunch and have no time to rest. What about at school? The teacher dragged on the recess for so long that I could hardly go to the toilet, so I had to put up with it. When I got home at night, the heavy homework quickly broke my spine. Alas! Someone asked me if I thought life was slow when I was a child. I sneer, feeling childish when I was a child. Now, slow life has been replaced. When people left, I shouted, "Yes, I am naive. I think life is slow. But slow life has been replaced by fast life. What about my slow life? What about my slow life! " I am so depressed.

Later, an unexpected trip changed my mind.

I was really happy before our last trip to Beijing, but I was not happy at all when I knew the way to travel. Train? That slow and trembling train! Are you kidding? Because the high-speed rail tickets are sold out, we can only take the train. Sitting on the train, I was so bored that I could only look at the scenery outside the window. Unexpectedly, slow also has a different style.

Although the train is slow, you can enjoy the scenery along the way slowly. That beautiful crape myrtle is in full bloom. Because it is after the rain, they greedily suck nectar, which is particularly beautiful. There are still a few raindrops on the petals, and the makeup is lit up with Wei Zi. The rape field next to it is in sharp contrast with Osmunda japonica. Large tracts of golden rape flowers, under the irradiation of the sun, seem to have merged with the sun and become more beautiful. My lost mood seems much better.

This trip made me feel how beautiful the slow life in the fast life is! Life is fast, but it always slows down.

Fast and slow is a contradiction, and slow life is also a style!

Speak slowly, 500 words 14 The tortoise can tell more about the road than the rabbit.

Gibran

At the mountain pass in the Alps, there is a sign that clearly says, "Walk slowly and enjoy yourself!" " "Slow down, it will be wonderful, I have my own experience in this respect.

The morning in the West Lake was quiet and serene, and the spring breeze was light and soft, which dyed the weeping willows by the lake green. In the tree, birds are chirping; By the tree, flowers are blooming. During the spring break, my cousin who lives in Shandong came to Hangzhou to play. He was afraid that he would miss the good scenery if he was late, so he dragged me to the West Lake in the morning light. My cousin walked excitedly and praised him frequently, but I wasn't surprised. Seeing the scenery is nothing new. Walking around, there was no sound at all. When I turned around, my cousin, like an old cow tied by beautiful scenery, had slowly fallen a hundred meters away. Sometimes he raised his camera and kept shooting, and sometimes he looked at the flowers and plants seriously, hunched his back and opened his eyes wide. It's like Grandma Liu who just entered the Grand View Garden!

I was waiting for him patiently when he called, "Cousin, come here quickly!" " "I had to walk slowly in the past, don't want him to call more urgent. I had to rush to see my cousin again. I followed his eyes, too: an unknown flower was sticking out of the grass, with layers of petals looking delicate and charming, and several crystal dewdrops on it were suddenly blown up by the wind and slipped lightly, shining with beautiful light. A butterfly fluttered in, landed gently in the center of the petals, flapped its wings slightly, and a fragrance of flowers floated away, so sweet and elegant. This fragrance is the fragrance of flowers, butterflies and nature. This charm is the rhyme of quietness, movement and life. I was moved by this tiny but magical scene, enjoying it quietly and getting impatient. From a distance, the mountains are soft and the water is beautiful; Stop and savor, the butterfly dance is elegant, and the flowers are overflowing. Suddenly you enter a "dreamland" and it seems to be a "landscape painting" in front of you. All this is beautiful, I have never found it!

Take a cursory look at the flowers, unremarkable; Look closely, everything is beautiful. Slow down, it will be wonderful, reading mountains and rivers, and so will people's growth. After a lot of practice, it will become a great musical instrument.

As the saying goes, it takes ten years to plant trees and a hundred years to cultivate people.

Slow down, 500 words 15. Eating is getting faster and faster recently.

How long have you been used to it at the dinner table? You always bury your head in the steak in order to eat it first and then catch it-and you don't know why? Just like singing with a group of classmates when I was a child. I don't know who started to lose the beat, singing faster and faster, and unconsciously looking forward to the ending. When the last rice was thrown into the mouth, the chopsticks stopped in a daze.

"Ah, are you finished?"

A picture flashed through my mind. In grandma's old house, an incandescent lamp polished the concrete wall, and the hot air on the dining table smelled warm. That seems to be a long time ago. Slow, that time itself is slow, full of warmth.

Actually, there's no need to be so quick.

Boiled water, slowly cooling down, have you ever tasted the taste from the water temperature itself? Rice porridge, slowly put into your mouth, has no spicy taste of mustard tuber. Have you tasted it? Boil the eggs, slowly peel the shells, and see the patterns in circles. At this time, you must be amazed!

Nerves are too fast, and we always give our nerves too much stimulation, regardless of frequency or intensity. I thought: this is called a vicious circle. A dull sense can no longer receive the initial caress, only a hard blow can raise its head, right?

Slow down! How much time we have! However, it is precisely because of its scarcity that we should respect it and appreciate it slowly! If you can't even slow down and appreciate this gift that was given at birth-you don't want to do it, then what's the point of being busy!

When you slow down, chicken soup will have the last taste, rice grains in rice porridge will bend like flowers, and a smile of time and peace of mind will emerge on white smoke.

All this just happened in the slow down time!