Close your eyes, don't be afraid of terrible death, just want to warm that heart and leave the fairy tale that guards eternity with a smile.
Maturity is not that one's heart grows old, but that one can still smile when tears are spinning.
Late spring and early summer, a warm season, witnessed a cool story.
When love comes, it is of course happy. However, this kind of happiness needs to be paid, and we should learn to accept disappointment, pain and parting. Since then, life is no longer simple.
When you can no longer have what you have, all you can do is not to forget.
I saw the familiar face at the corner of the busy street.
Loneliness is not innate, but starts from the moment you fall in love with someone.
Cold dew and condensed homesickness can't stand the light of dawn.
The sound of flowers is the sound of nature in an instant, which penetrates the soul and becomes eternal.
Distance disintegrates thoughts, and time runs aground.
Prose poems describing New Year's Day
New Year's Day
Alarm clock, I slept for two years.
Goose, take away a climate.
Newspapers and periodicals report the years page by page.
Run a lap to zero.
The shadow refused to go far.
Old wine, volatile final concentration.
The same old story, bringing back the dream of heaven.
Moonlight, the biggest leak in the darkness.
Yinhe, mend a little.
The sun, spinning out new symbols.
restart
The yellow dog in the street coughed.
The children ran in surprise.
New Year's Day
The rabbit jumped over the dragon and screamed to welcome New Year's Day, and the three yuan began to fall out.
The Three Emperors and Five Emperors began to rise, and the folk custom lasted for five thousand years.
Sticking Spring Festival couplets to ancestors warms the hearts of thousands of families.
Celebrate the New Year around the world and pray for harmony and peace.
Remarks: Sanyuan is the starting date and time of New Year's Day, year, month and hour.
Excerpts from classic poems about prose poems
Excerpts from classic poems about prose poems
1, spring begins to sprout-January breeze caresses the heart of the earth, and affectionate raindrops wash away the dust at the end of winter. Spring is beginning to sprout ... the flowers are still in the dream of the branches, just waiting for the kiss of the sun to bloom ... Last night, I dreamed that you didn't know whether you missed you or worried that love was beginning to sprout ... I would like to be a blooming rose, waiting for you to reach out and pick it. ...
2. This despair overflows slowly, blackening the dream.
3, the eyes of flowers, the purest eyes in the world. It does not envy your wealth, nor does it despise your poverty. When you are in pain, it tears with you. -Wang Erbei, "About Eyes"
In the eyes of the enemy, you will always be a prey. In the eyes of friends, you will always be an angel. -Wang Erbei, "About Eyes"
5, the eyes of the donkey: docile, kind and tired. It always lowers its eyes and hides its sadness. The helpless waiter's eyes. Waiting for the reins, waiting for the whip, waiting for the person who is about to ride on its back. -Wang Erbei, "About Eyes"
6. When you are ignorant, love is just a distant abstract noun; When ignorant, love evolves into a fantasy about the future; Mature, love has evolved into dull companionship. -Cold and empty "Song of Love Robbery"
7. The weakness we talk about today will be an indispensable link in tomorrow's complete life chain. -Ji Bolun's fire book.
8. God filled the cup with the river of love, and the first bite of the cup was the first kiss. -Ji Bolun's "Lovers-First Kiss"
9. My heart is very small. I want to take it out of my chest, hold it in my hand, and carefully explore its deep secrets. Those who criticize me, please don't wait for it with your sword of faith, which makes it hide in the chest for fear of being shot by an arrow. It has neither time to make efforts nor time to fulfill its obligations with beauty and love. -Ji Bolun's "Blame on"
10, at this moment, dawn is smiling, and my lips whisper: "Those who don't spend time on the dream stage are slaves of years." -Ji Bolun's "Fantasy Queen"
1 1, Mustafa's words are like a whip: "friend, don't call anything ugly except being fascinated by the fear of facing your memory soul." -The Garden of the Prophet in Ji Bolun -6 "
12, a feeling, trembling at the tip of the wind. Time is like a yellow reed, and inspiration turns green in the waves. A warm word shines in your eyes. Emotion, like dusk, melts in the shyness of sunset. Hold hands in a hurry and hug each other tightly. Silent language will never break that word. Only muses, only poems. poetry in prose
13, the wind stole her happiness for the comfort of summer. I can prove that I can't guess what I think at this moment, because you are the son of the wind. The bright moon, whose vitality is trapped in reality. The fragrance is getting stronger and stronger. Jasmine this morning is like a dream that is hard to touch the skin to tell the truth. Why not warm it with lies? It's like there is no wind today-the wind of Brevon Wayne.
Exquisite sentences in prose
Exquisite sentences in prose
1, secular eyes, it is hard to bear the light of the hexagon. Noisy heart, it smells terrible to this crystal fragrance. Muddy feet, standing on the threshold of years, at a loss. I know who to wait for. Why wait? Standing in the snow for a long time, I found there was more than one way home. -Xie's "Snow Falling Home"
2, eyes confused, half full of desire. -Xie's "Snow Falling Home"
3. The fence erected by fingers is a cage that eternal life can't walk out of, and the scenery of life is dim or withered not far away. -Xie "short chapter"
4. whose hand is like a newborn baby, an innate thing, and will not be lost and lost in stumbling. -Xie "short chapter"
5, leaning on bamboo, the fog is wet and fragrant, and the moon is cold. Looking through the autumn water, Iraqis don't return. Sleepless on a lonely pillow. -Xie's "Birds"
6. Looking back suddenly, people around you. Dream man Night is like a cave. The sound of insects gradually rises-Xie's "Birds".
7. The farther away from the lamp, the closer to the soul. In the trap of light, temptation will turn moths brown. -Xie's "Moonlight of the Soul"
8. Mark the moon like a bow and miss it like an arrow. Clusters of arrows pierced the air and fell in their homes in time and space. -Xie "Close to Hometown"
9. Clean people don't wear clothes. A wise man is silent. Zen people do not move. The turbidity of the world flows in a demonic way. Who goes with the flow? Who is sinking or falling? Who was exiled because of hardness and supported life with hardness? Not flattering but not vulgar. Don't move, don't move. Embrace noble quality, refuse weathering in the dust, and the character remains the same. -Xie "Stone"
10, weak water can stand against the wall. Must be supported by bones. The vertical water, heavy, has built an unbeaten landscape. Water without wings can fly. It must have a desire to fly. The ever-changing water, hugging each other, holding lightning, Feng Xu sheltered from the wind. -Xie's Waterfall
1 1. Since nature has given me wings, I should use them to fly and fight. Even if you die, let the bloody broken feather turn into white snow, into a misty spring rain, into a peach blossom on the tree, and into a cymbal that shoots at the rusty heart of a careless person. .........................................................................................................................
12, one way, one choice. Every road is a whip, turning with a sharp whistle, tearing off the branches and leaves of the tree of life one after another-Xie's "Birds Move"
13, you are far away, standing in the autumn wind. The dusk is heavy and my heart is far away. Burning love is like a lamp, and I am close to you. -Xie's "Touched Birds"
14, who can't untie a knot of Chinese characters in life? Who is wandering outside and can't find the entrance of Chinese characters? Who tripped over a Chinese character and was bruised all over? Who was stripped to pieces by the eyes of Chinese characters? Who put aside the obstacles of strokes, entered and became a part of the blending of Chinese characters and meanings, and lived poetically and happily? Who staked his life on Chinese characters, honed them repeatedly, and tested the thickness and hardness of life with pure sharpness? Chinese characters, what should I feed you to make you full and pure forever? How can I cut you open and see your bones, muscles and blood? When we are silent, we can catch a clear thought and wisdom when we wake up and talk to Oracle bones, Zhong Ding, tablets, bamboo slips and white paper. Chinese characters stand out one by one and run wildly on the runway of thought. Who finally became a clean and square Chinese character, which could not stand and was immortal? -Xie's Black and White
15, meeting you is my happiest thing.
16, the antonym of love is not loneliness. In our hearts, love and loneliness are actually the same emotion. They go hand in hand and are inseparable. The more lonely we feel, the stronger our desire for love. Perhaps it can be said that a person's experience of loneliness is directly proportional to his experience of love, and the depth of loneliness roughly determines the capacity of his love. -Zhou's "The Capacity of Love"
17. Loneliness and love are mutually rooted. Loneliness is nothing more than love seeking acceptance and not getting it. Love is nothing more than loneliness of finding and comforting others. There is no choice between love and loneliness. True love on earth can't eradicate the lonely experience, and in my opinion, we shouldn't make such demands on love, because once there is no lonely experience, love will lose its character and motivation. Between two people who don't appreciate the beauty of loneliness, love will be trivial and mediocre. -Zhou's "The Capacity of Love"
18, the reason why love and hate are clear is because of persistent love and distinct value orientation. -Zhou's "The Capacity of Love"
19, be lenient with others and be strict with others.
20. A person sees all the vicissitudes of the world, and a person experiences all the desolation, but it is not sweet or bitter, neither warm nor cold ... Lotus in spring and summer, autumn wind and winter snow, the indelible share does not know where to start and where to go. No place will be home, no matter the Millennium cycle, the situation changes, but he will always be a spectator. -Chi Xiao Yao's "Different World Ink Love"
2 1. The Prajna Paramita mentioned in the Heart Sutra is not only the saying that there is no limit to the sea of suffering, but also the saying of going back to the shore. It is to surpass yourself in the return and let yourself return to the other side of wisdom. And the other side of this wisdom, of course, is not elsewhere, just in your own heart, always in your heart. -Rain and Rain by He Shiguang
22, time expressionless to send the old and welcome the new. Born, not happy; Don't regret it when you die. On this shore, I beat the festive gong, and on the other shore, I recited the book of the dead, just to listen. Those who were told that they had arrived at the terminal could not give up their struggle, and the farewell gestures of those who jumped out of the car in front of the terminal were only seen. Love, there is still, pour it out warmly, but it won't turn into a cold arrow and shoot through your heart. -Jian Zheng's sleepwalking book.
23. Although the winding path ends in a lake of disillusionment, I am willing to be strong and plant three or two green trees by the lake. Thanks to the clear snow water preserved in the lake, I can hear the sound of falling rocks in my life. -Jian Zheng's sleepwalking book.
24. Everyone is short-lived, and every relationship is bitter. What can people say before these two verses? -Jian Zheng's sleepwalking book.
25. Our only regret is that we can't be together, but that doesn't count. The soul is far away. If the reality is perfect, people's brilliance can't be displayed. -Jian Zheng's sleepwalking book.
26. It is not impossible to listen to thunder in a quiet place and see flowers in a colorless place! -Zhang Xiaofeng's "Appreciating Plum Blossoms, When Plum Blossoms Are Away"
27. Looking around, the fireworks in the south of the Yangtze River were brilliant in March. Who is the butterfly in plain skirt? In the spring breeze, the green willows by the river exude fragrance. Who is Moss at the age of three thousand? In the night, the Yue Hui by the river is as hazy as a veil. Who sings tender and touching on the other side? Send you a song, without asking the ending. Do you remember? At that time, when I was young and childhood friends, I threw a rhyme for you. Your smile and dimples at two o'clock are better than all the wealth and splendor in the world. Remember? Romantic tenderness, flying snowflakes and bright moonlight meet in the air and then fall in succession. You said I was the king of snow, and I said you were a princess dressed up. Can you forget? On that page of poetry, there is still a shallow residual temperature at the fingertips. At that time, it was just poetry, and Cangyang Jiacuo was smiling. Later, the illusion became real. But we met as soon as we met, but we never met when we met. Andrew and the monarch are determined to avoid where will you go's lovesickness. With a faint sigh, the original meeting and separation have already been arranged by God. -Bright Moon Wind
28. I don't want to be the king of snow. I just want my bride's face as lotus and eyebrows as willow! Flowers bloom and fall, clouds roll and clouds relax, and everything is like a dream. In my dream, birds are singing, flowers are fragrant, and the breeze floating around carries magical notes. Woke up from a dream, flowers withered and leaves withered, and a river flowed freely. Vaguely ask the shutter man, green and fat, red and thin, bright window and quiet moon, thin shadow is still romantic. In a blink of an eye, the red disappears, and the west wind is cool, which makes you thin. In the long river of life, every reed boat carries memories about you. Looking back at you, the clear water flooded me instantly. Every moon in the sky is rain or shine for you, all the joys and sorrows in the world are born for you, and all the sadness and sweetness in the world are born for you. Looking back on one of Iraq, I think of the dynasty and dusk in Iraq. For Iraq, why should we be afraid of mountains and roads? For Iraq, why fear Leng Yue frost knife; Why bother with Iraq? For Iraq, why are you afraid of vicissitudes of life, and your rival in love is 3 thousand? How helpless, all the promises and joys are not as good as a "get together and part". -Bright Moon Wind
29. In this way, you changed me from a leading role to a supporting role, even a stranger. The picture is fixed at the moment of farewell, the clouds on the horizon are still gorgeous, the face that was once dyed red by rosy clouds has no fluctuation, and the once sly eyes have gradually cooled down. Suddenly, you become so far away, just like hundreds of millions of light years before we met. You can see the stars but never touch them, and everything is back to square one. Listen to the string and break three thousand infatuations. Missing will always eat away at the soul, and family is the most bitter, but love words are difficult to understand, and it is chaotic to cut them. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. The autumn wind is cool, and the drunken dance is fragrant. Stand empty and reach for the sky. If the flower is pitiful, whose fingertips will it fall on? Bleak night, the waning moon reflects the window, and the shadow falls. Blue lanterns and shadows, as well as the ancient Yi script, mandarin duck fine print, and the slender pen, clear poems and elegant words, are all endowed with eternal happiness. -Bright Moon Wind
30. I think at that time, birds were flying and dancing, and flowers were all in the sea. How can it be a little sad? Swallows want to fly and flowers want to fall. Do people always have to be separated? Yan guiyang, flowers reopen, where is the person? There used to be many happy companions, but today there are many sorrows. Andrew and you are determined not to teach lovesickness? Acacia when sentimental, acacia when fickle, a love story, how sad and haggard? At that time, Tao was an everlasting love, but fate stole the joy. What was once a poem is now sad. I don't know. Does she still have those precious poems that once belonged to her? Is it? Turn into fly ash, sprinkle dust, dust buried, my love. Is it? Into discarded paper, discarded box bottom, just like my love will never see the sun. Is it? Will you still remember, touch and think of the person who wrote poems for her in a leisurely afternoon? The dancing butterfly, if there is a moment of trance, remembers whose shoulder it once stayed on. I think that person's shoulder will be covered with moonlight clothes and gently warm the heart. -Bright Moon Wind
3 1. Passers-by in a hurry, when they are tired, will they think of the post station that they once silently guarded? Amber starlight, glass moonlight, a heart, woven into a cocoon by time, but peeled off layer by layer on this deja vu night. I wonder if the yearning for love is still there, is it still there? Still no, still no? That 3 thousand love silk 3 thousand infatuation, no? No ...-bright moon wind
32. I watched my soul degenerate bit by bit, trying to hold on tight, but my body wouldn't listen.
33. If he has never had light, how can he know the silence of darkness? If he has not experienced warmth, how can he understand the biting cold? Once you have it and lose it, he can't guarantee that he can bear the pain of gnawing his heart! -Chi Xiao Yao's "Different World Ink Love"
34. Every couple's feelings are mutual, and it is not something that one party can take for granted. Such feelings will not last long, and no one needs to be kind to anyone. Courtesy, tolerance and running-in, this is the way for partners to get along for a long time.
35, bit by bit, a spark, a grain of sand, a leaf, a tree ..... Everything is multiplying and changing endlessly! -Chi Xiao Yao's "Different World Ink Love"
If a man can't forgive women's small faults, he will never appreciate their great virtues. -Sand and foam in Ji Bolun.
37. Who likes to be a passer-by who wanders forever? If one day I hold my own soil in my hand and watch the green grass grow slowly in the clear sky and breeze, calculate the harvest of one year, and that practical mood will be the best answer for the rest of my life. -San Mao's "Wan Shui Qian Shan Walk Around"
38. The cruelest thing in life is not physical imprisonment without freedom, but forced exile and submission. I can't go back to my hometown until I die. -Lin's "brig"
In front of the right person, I am always so headstrong. In front of you, I am willing to let go of my reserve, and I only hope that you can look back at me.
40. There are some things. Immersed in my heart. Say "happiness" too much and "sadness" not enough. -De Ruhua's Nature and Life
4 1, memory is a gesture of resistance, so I filled in the thread of years and gave it to friends scattered all over the world. -ZhangChang "Memory is a gesture of resistance"
42. I think many friendships, like camellia, will be washed away by fierce summer sooner or later. But I forgot that only flowers can remember when the spring breeze came.
43. The black door is closed: a soul that is always looking forward dies inside the door, and a soul that is always looking for dies outside the door. Every soul is a world without windows. And the lovely soul is a stubborn monologue. -He Qifang's Lonely Language
44. I found a reason to live.