Chapter 7 harmonized reel

There is never enough time.In summer there is a lot of work to be done on the farm and people are always busy, but in winter the daily work seems even more because the days are shorter and the nights are longer.Time passed quickly, every second and minute and hour flew by.Hillary is a poet who grew up in Dublin and has won awards for two collections of poetry.Ever since he met Helen, fell in love, and lived together on Helen's farm, he fantasized about living an idyllic life.The majestic and strange "stone wilderness" - the Burren Plateau stretches all the way to the backyard of their house. He fantasizes that he can live a leisurely life. He can stay in the study for several days, read to his heart's content, and then write many handed down books. made.Unfortunately, his dream never came true!

He earned some money by attending seminars and giving lectures at schools.Even with a lot of free time, I didn't see him finish his masterpiece.Recently, when asked what he does for a living, he always replies, "I'm a poet." Then he adds, "Self-proclaimed. Because I don't have much time to think, or write a poem if I get inspired. Poetry. I don't know what's taking our time away." It frustrates him, but the harder he tries to catch up on his work, the faster time slips away from him. Not only the Liddy family, or the Liddy-Berry family (someone is "better `duo` the book is all in Fuwa T x `T novel download` station w W w.`F v`a L. c `n "so call them) feel that time is not enough, everyone "better ` duo good` books are all in Fuwa T x `T novel download` station w W w.`F v`a L .c `n " have encountered this problem.Understandably, for families whose parents work all day, family life is squeezed into just a few hours, and not only are the parents complaining about not having enough time, but so are the children.Older people say it's because they always have too much to do, and maybe that's true, because they face too many temptations, and besides the ubiquity of televisions and computers, even in a small place like Kenwala, children have a lot to offer. Participate in extracurricular activities, ranging from karate to basketball to drama club.Even so, they should have enough time to play on country lanes, or pick blackberries, or lie in a summer meadow and watch the clouds go by, or climb trees, or engage in secret activities; they should also have time Time to read, time to watch the raindrops on the windows, time to wonder what the water stains on the ceiling look like, time to dream.Unfortunately, they don't have the time for that.With the exception of a few naughty kids, most kids don't even have time for mischief.The whole village, the whole town, and even the whole country feel that there is not enough time.

"It wasn't like this before." The old people recalled. "We were not like this when we were young," said the middle-aged man. "Does life really have to be in such a hurry?" Young people ask such questions occasionally when they have time to think. For a while, everyone was talking about this topic "more `duo good` books are all in Fuwa T x `T novel download` station w W w.`F v`a L .c `n", but once the weather changes, They turned their attention to the weather again.What's the use of talking about it all the time?Besides, how can there be time to discuss it?People don't drop by each other anymore, or sit down and drink tea together.Everyone is busy on their way, or busy looking for something, or busy catching up with others.In fact, more often than not, they are just busy catching up with themselves.

Gigi just in time to catch the bus.Usually, the car always arrives at the same time, travels on the same route, and stops at the same platform, but these days it is often late.The driver drove very fast on the narrow road, and on several occasions almost caused a catastrophe.Not just this driver, everyone is driving fast, trying to make up for lost time. Gigi found an empty seat and sat down.Every morning he sat next to Jamie Dowling, but that had changed since last week, an unlucky day.From then on, he dared not face other boys, and deeply felt the feeling of being isolated.He wanted to tell his mother these gossips of other people, but he lacked the courage.She must be hiding something, or why didn't she ever talk about her grandfather?She mentioned him, of course, because Gigi had learned some of the pieces written by her great-grandfather and played them with her mother.But Mom never told him anything about his great-grandfather, including naming Gigi after him.Families like theirs don't keep it a secret, unless it's a dark secret.

In order to avoid the cattle cart coming from the opposite side at the same speed, the bus braked suddenly and hit the shrub fence on the side of the road.Jamie Dowling, who had been standing the whole time, dashed down the aisle to the front, grabbing the side of the driver's seat.The driver glared at him with a scowling face and shouted back, "Stay in your seat, you hear me? Don't make a mess!" When the driver started the wreck again, the gears screeched, and soon the car was racing toward Gott again.Gigi looked at her watch, she was already late.He swore he could actually see the minute hand moving.

There were still a few empty seats in front of Gigi, but Jamie Dowling walked over and sat down next to Gigi.Is that why he's been standing?Is this a sign of reconciliation?If so, Jiji felt that he was not ready mentally, and he turned his head and looked out through the mud-stained car window. "Do you want to go to the club?" Jamie asked. Gigi looked out over a wet field where a herd of cows was drenched from the rain.He wondered in his heart: Is he joking?Is Jamie going to find fault again?Gigi glanced at Jamie, who was looking down at his schoolbag, expressionless.The two girls sitting behind them were talking about eyeliner.It's not like finding fault on purpose.But Jamie should know that Gigi doesn't go to the club, he has to practice dancing every Saturday, at least that's what Gigi Liddy is used to, but what about Gigi Berry?Does he not want to go dancing?Does he not want to go to the club?

"Maybe!" Gigi whispered back. Jamie smiled: "Good job. There's a train going there from the village at half past nine tonight." The bus stops at the greeting station outside the school gate.Jamie stood up and followed a group of students who were about to get off the bus. He turned his head and added, "I'll wait for you at the station at nine twenty in the evening, okay?" Gigi nodded. He looked at his watch again. He was ten minutes late.Fortunately, not only were they late, but all the buses were late these days.