Not all dreams can come true in time.
Not everything is told to you in time.
Guilt and regret
Always plant it deeply in your heart after parting.
Although they say there are all kinds of things in the world.
Eventually it will be empty.
I didn't mean to miss it.
But I've been doing this all the time
Miss yesterday's flowers.
Missed the present again.
We are going to repeat the same parting today.
I will be a stranger for the rest of my life.
Walk a thousand miles.
In the twilight
Bow deeply to you
Please take care of me.
Although they say there are all kinds of things in the world.
It will be empty in the end.
Classic Prose Poem 2 "Love"
Love a person can silently,
You can also sing for her every day.
Is to seek comfort in your heart,
Emotional sustenance.
What is love in the world?
Who can say beautiful things clearly,
I just want to appreciate it and even keep it for myself.
People not only need to communicate with each other,
What is more needed is mutual attraction.
It's tiring to love someone,
Responsible,
You have to pay for this,
Willing,
Or ask for something in return.
Everyone has the right to love and be loved,
When it sneaks up on you,
It is inevitable that there will be a little excitement in my heart.
How happy it is to love someone,
Will keep people awake at night,
It makes people work hard.
Love gives us confidence and motivation,
Love gives us courage and strength,
In order to seize this opportunity,
Work miracles,
To change your life.
As long as there is love in my heart,
Always keep a kind heart,
Life will be wonderful because of you.
Life can't be without regrets,
Only by knowing how to choose can we know how to cherish!
Classic Prose Poetry 3 "The Hometown of Qiu Si"
When I returned to my hometown in my dream.
Everything in my hometown is changing.
With a long-lost local accent
I greedily breathe the fragrance of the field.
Footsteps carrying buckets
And the squeak of the pole
Has been frozen in the past time.
The ancient well in the village
Sealed like an antique
It feels bitterly cold.
The rice and grass in my hometown are green and yellow.
Grow luxuriantly in my heart.
Four seasons melons and vegetables in greenhouse
There are knots on the smiling faces of the villagers.
Raising our parents
Full shoulder yellow mud full shoulder cream
Repair hard work and kindness with a hoe.
Hometown road
It filled my childhood.
Carrying my dream of yesterday.
The river in my hometown.
Connect my heart
Has been rippling in my heart
Familiar land,
Give off the fragrance of earth.
Silently watching the wanderer walk out of his hometown.
I don't know how long it will drift.
Homesickness is full of bags.
My hometown will always be mine.
An indelible desire
The autumn rain is continuous.
Moisten my sadness.
Classic Prose Poetry 4 Dandelion
That little dandelion scattered in the gap,
Velvety white flowers are in full bloom,
Acacia in autumn passed through the trees and swept away the sparse flowers of dandelion.
I hold your hand tightly and watch your eyes close slowly.
I realized that in your life and mine, fate is always stingy.
You said you would accompany me to the end of my life,
In the end, it's just an unforgettable wound,
Our love has become dandelion's most extravagant waiting.
Autumn wind rises, snow falls,
The goose feather snow covered the dry branches of dandelion, which was like the tenderness of love at first.
And you, already at the end of heaven, silently watching my remaining loneliness.
I love and worry, I like and worry,
Can the ending of the second dandelion flower be as gentle and warm as you used to be?
Love is a wound torn after love, showing red flesh at will.
Dandelion, after leaving, is a bitter struggle, forcibly retaining an out-of-body body.
I have sent all the invitations to you, leaving me only a faithful wait.
The wind in the coming year, the autumn wind in the coming year, have you ever carried your past promises and endless worries?
Dandelion, the white flower of love tragedy,
How do you let the lovers who stay on earth live?
Classic prose poem 5 "This Summer"
The wind blows from the southeast.
Draw a line in my mind
Cool racetrack
Let this sultry summer show some coolness.
The wind blows from the southeast.
Ignite the inner desire of this season
Simple feelings of spring
Flowers bloom in the center of summer.
The wind this summer
How dazzling
Just like the hope I planted in my childhood.
Enrich my future.
Classical prose poem 6 "Listening to Summer"
One frog after another.
Between the seedlings and the green trees
Use the highest range
Mark the scale of harvest
A country night.
So thick that the whole earth is singing.
Cicada chirps along the mottled light and shadow between branches.
Walk down leisurely and step on it.
Corn cherry blossoms sing flat and occasionally.
Ring from the depths of the lunar calendar
Pale yellow notes
Make farmers' proverbs familiar and fragrant.
The sound of rain marks the territory of the season.
Jump on the thriving crops.
Grab a handful of rain water and put it in He Miao's ear.
I grinned all summer.
Listen to the footsteps of rice, rice and fruit.
Run ahead with a clang, run
Classic Prose Poetry 7 "One's Summer"
Compared with spring or autumn
One's summer
This is a beautiful bunch of roses.
The fragrance of flowers shook the buds in the distance.
Forgotten floral fragrance
Watch all night
Those songs that have been sung
Air-dry on the lips.
A person in the breeze.
Facing the changeable weather
This is a flying bird.
Looking forward to flying freely in the sun
Standing on high, a person's summer.
Full of warm memories
Shadows of flowers and fruits
Deeply embedded in the river of life
Classic prose poem 8 "Smart Mind"
A sudden and warm season
Open the doors and windows to let the hot air
Blow into the room, blow all over the body.
Make desire look naked.
Blood vessels are transpiration.
Bright mood comes with the wind.
Show it before your eyes
It is the desire to be young forever.
High?Season?
A swarm of bees
Busy among flowers
They caught up with the low-flying summer.
A group of people are busy in the field.
They bent down to cut wheat and insert straw.
The eyelashes of grass are longer than dreams.
Occasionally, one or two folk songs are straightened.
Put on the earrings of the moon
The joy of busy season
Between crops and crops
Windows come and go.
Classical prose poem 9 "Listening"
Frogs are like clear raindrops.
From the depths of the blue night
Appear brightly
Fly lightly
A drop of dew opens a crystal summer.
The sound of rice seedlings jointing is fascinating.
Like drunk eardrums and memories.
Huang Cancan has long rice.
The quiet sunshine is full of the smell of grass.
People have a desire to fly.
Birds are singing in their hearts.
What grows is lush hope.
Classic Prose Poetry 10 "Going Home"
Make a crop and plant it in the ground.
Grow and jointing, blossom and bear fruit
Warm father's hoe and sickle
Let the image of each season
Sweet as a poem in my father's eyes.
Make a handful of grass seeds and sprinkle them in it.
On both sides of the country road
So, my words
Turn green with the grass
The way home is clear and vivid.
Full of nostalgia. Poetry line
Don't be afraid of wildfire. Spring will revive you.
My hometown sits on the grass roots.
Peace and serenity
Or look at this stream.
From the roots of some complicated things
Ignore the vicissitudes of life and ignore the pain.
Quietly crossing
Glory and yearning of hometown
Just remember, don't make public.
Like my mother, how much she misses me.
After meeting, they will rush me on my way.
Trees by the roadside, fixed wind direction
Dog barking, the aroma of late cooking.
Will lead enthusiastically
Not far from home, in my heart.
Homesickness doesn't need any reason
Put it in my poem.
Every time I come home,
You don't even have to search your stomach.
Classical Prose Poems 1 1 Solstice in Winter
Jiaozi and Snowflakes.
Shu jiaozi
Like a blooming white rose.
Bloom on the plate
fragrant
Entanglement
In the early morning dream
snowflake
Stick it on the window.
Tears of excitement
In the forest of ice flowers
flowing
Huakai lane
The road of spring
There are grass and flowers.
open the window
I dedicate jiaozi to heaven.
Try it first.
Beautiful snowflakes
This is your harvest
You too.
Last winter
The dream of sowing
stray cat
Push open the door.
Lonely footprints
Like scattered plum blossoms
Disappear in
The depths of weeds
It snowed all day.
It rained all night again.
But your footprints
But it's always so clear
I know
Rats don't go out.
dustbin
Be besieged by snow
I put the hot jiaozi.
Put it outside the door.
Lovely cat
Come and eat.
Because of your patrol
Only such clean food.
Take good care of your ears.
I still need you next year.
Guard the granary
Classical Prose Poetry 12 Pangui
The calendar in my heart tore page after page,
Turn into endless thoughts and fly to distant frontiers.
Dear: Since the news that you want to go to your home came,
I stand under the big tree at the entrance of this village every day, looking ahead!
It's only been more than ten months since we were apart, but you and I are separated by a thousand years.
The hunger and thirst of the soul, like people who lack water in the desert, is looking forward to your return.
Yesterday I went to see my parents and our lovely Bao Er on the hillside.
I told them softly that our relatives would come back soon!
They shared my happiness and sadness with me in a silent way.
I have been weaving white lies for months, deceiving you in the distance.
I don't know how to explain the desolation of this family when I meet you
It's all those harmful mudslides. When I help others at the front,
But I buried my relatives at home, which made my heart ache!
Maybe you will blame me for forgetting your entrustment, maybe you will blame me for not taking good care of my relatives,
But as a village director, how can I help my family in the face of disaster?
And forget the burden on your shoulders, it will be a shame to the elders in Jiangdong!
I forgot to add water when cooking last night.
When the burning smell came, I woke up from a trance.
Pro: My heart aches! That feeling of pain will tear my heart.
Did you know that my heart was bleeding when I reported peace on the phone?
I really want to hold you and cry to vent my sadness.
However, reason tells me not to do so. ...
Ye Er crouched in the tree, feeling hopeful.
Relatives! I will wait for you to come back under this tree.
In a trance, I seem to hear your hurried footsteps and make rapid progress towards your hometown.
My expectant eyes turned into a picture of homesickness,
In the afterglow of the sunset, I built an arbor with my hands and sat down, turning it into a statue of Wangfu.
Classic Prose Poetry 13 "We"
Dreams are strange to us.
Grow up and reunite in another way.
I've been dreaming recently.
Familiar and strange in the dream
Good, bad.
Laughing like flowers.
Dreams are all kinds of us.
The most sincere appearance ever.
The story will never end.
Just the people in the story
I changed another batch.
Every end is a new beginning.
Every reunion is a memory of the past.
It's strange that even though we haven't seen each other for years.
I can recognize the blurred face in my memory, too.
We said too much goodbye along the way.
In fact, there was no goodbye afterwards.
We all thought that time would not be cruel.
Later, people around me changed from batch to batch.
Only a few people will see you again in the end.
Last night's dream, some fragments were fixed into a picture.
In that photo, you are laughing and I am joking.
When we first met, we didn't even think about the time of separation.
It's been a year, and I haven't seen anyone.
Connected, unconnected
Yes, I don't
It rained heavily four years ago today.
The green uniforms on the court were wrapped in thick coats.
We are not familiar with it yet, but it is unified.
You can still hear the guitar sound of the seniors in the classroom.
The soft whisper of the senior has not dissipated.
Four years later, we are in and out of the workplace and scattered all over the world.
You don't have to walk on the road to meet and say hello
The days of intimacy are long gone.
The best memorial seems to be a simple wish.
Dreams are far away, and memories will never be too sentimental.
May we all be well and meet again.
Classical Prose Poetry 14 on the Road
Slow down, slow down.
Put the flashlight on your head.
Hold it high
According to the soul behind you.
Don't let them get lost.
No matter the way it used to be.
Or a new road.
In the dark, there will be demons.
The demons are beautiful and rich in material things.
Song and dance are beautiful.
The human soul * * * pursues profit.
Greed for the scenery outside, always
Forget yourself, just like your eyes.
Never see your face.
You are no exception.
Trees, grass and poisonous bacteria grow on the ground.
Nobody can stop anyone.
Just, let yourself get more sunshine.
Let the roots grow sturdily and hold on to their own soil.
Beyond all shadows, defeat the darkness
You'd better slow down.
It's a long way to go.
Hold fast to the soul
Break through the temptation of the devil
Let it go and follow yourself.
You really have to slow down.
Put your troubles on the road
Squeeze them into powder one by one
Maybe we can absorb some nutrients.
regain one's strength
With a calm and firm arm
Hold the torch high above your head.
In front of the wind and rain, in front of the lightning, hold it.
Walking past, there was darkness in front of me.
The sun is just ahead.
A flashlight overhead.
From the fire warehouse of the heavenly father
steal
Bypass the cross on the mountain
Vultures, still hovering.
The world, although it already exists.
There should be light, but
The demons were not driven away.
This torch
Can't go out.
Even if I fall.
Let the soul do the same.
Walk into the sunshine
Classic Prose Poetry 15 "Heard"
I heard that there are deaf people in this world.
Under the guidance of the teacher, it turns out that the deaf are deaf people.
I like listening because people have two ears.
Some people say that "people have two ears and one mouth because people talk less and listen more."
I hear sparrows chirping outside the window, and I hear beautiful songs playing back in my ears.
I have never experienced the experience of being deaf, but I know how deaf people feel. Maybe they are eager to have normal hearing, maybe they are eager to live like normal people.
However, as a deaf person, even if you try hard, there is nothing you can do. Because people who are born deaf can never be cured.
I feel that I have a sense of superiority in listening to the sound, because people who are more sad than me are still going on in pain.
I heard the sound of rain dripping outside the window, like stormy waves.
I heard the wind blowing through the whole park, and the sound of leaves echoed.
I heard many, many wonderful voices.
I think: as a normal person, you should not develop into depravity. As a deaf person, you should live a good life. Because human life is limited, people can't live forever.
Listen, a beautiful blessing lingers in my mind; Listen, two beautiful poems are being recited by others; Listen, the teacher is reciting three famous sentences.
It turns out that the sound is so beautiful.
I have some sympathy for those deaf people.
Listen, the music is playing, and the sound of ups and downs on the fountain is so beautiful; Listen, how great your ideal is; Listen, how nice the compliments are.
Time goes by, and the years are like songs.
Now there is a deaf language in society, which is often called sign language.
Although I don't understand what those sign languages mean, deaf people should be able to understand them.
Listen, polite sign language is coming out again; Listen, seven more notes have been played by the deaf; Listen, someone created the most beautiful pure music in the world.
As always, I live by hearing.
Classic Prose Poetry 16 "If"
I walked past you by chance.
My figure will attract your attention.
You have no idea how much I long for that magical glimpse.
I will read your affectionate eyes.
I will definitely fall into your gentle waves.
You and I are at the foot of the mountain.
Walking hand in hand on the path of the mountain stream
Enjoy the green mountains and green waters.
Listen to the gurgling sound of water.
Stay among the green hills and enjoy a paradise on earth.
You and I are boating on the clear lake.
Water and sky are one color, and blue waves are rippling.
The sun is setting and the sky is full of colorful clouds.
Freeze you and me in this picturesque beauty.
You and I walked by the river in early spring and March.
The sun is shining and the breeze is blowing in your face.
Green grass, weeping willows.
Indulge in a picturesque paradise
I became your shy bride.
White wedding dress, swaying and charming
Two hearts love each other, long compartment together.
Sweet talk, sentimental.
You will think that I am the most beautiful encounter in your life.
We will become the most tacit partners in life and work.
Similar personalities and hobbies.
Hold your hand and grow old together.
Sitting under the lamp, Kan Kan speaks.
Pour out your confidence that you can't finish in your life.
Classic Prose Poetry 17 "Road"
I ride the wind and rain, ride the clouds month by month, shed sweat and tears, and draw a road in the long life.
I have walked this road for more than ten years, and I have carefully described it with a pen and found that it is a beautiful upward curve.
If the weakness is the spider web broken by the Terracotta Warriors, then the strength is the iron wall of countless steel bars condensed along the way. For more than ten years, countless storms and whips have left a deep imprint on my body. It makes me understand that setbacks and difficulties in life are a brick on the road to success, so I should learn to pick it up bravely and put it down.
If ugliness is a caterpillar crawling slowly on the branches, then beauty is a butterfly tempered by numerous setbacks along the way. We should not be afraid of stumbling blocks on the road, because they are messengers of success and guide us in the right direction.
Optimism surrounds me. Passively imprisons the source flowing in the heart, because it refuses the rain that moistens everyone's heart. Maybe no one will laugh like me after being beaten: it doesn't hurt! More than ten years' study career has given me knowledge and taught me to accept others with a happy and optimistic heart and make progress together!
Responsibility follows me. Once upon a time, I saw the garbage left in the empty classroom and couldn't help throwing it away; Seeing my parents busy, I can't help but roll up my sleeves and cook. I know how humble this is, but it is a treasure that God has given us, and I will hold them tightly in my hands and cherish them in my heart. ...
This road, just over ten years, witnessed the growth of an ignorant girl to a young girl; In retrospect, it seems that I can still see myself yesterday. Maybe in the future, my road will get longer and wider, but no matter how far I go, these treasures that accompany me to grow up will always accompany me and go on. ...