Prose 1:
The sky was covered with dust and the hem of her dress rolled up. There was a woman wandering in the wind with anxious and waiting eyes on her face. She longs for the praise of life and looks forward to a beautiful feeling. Although this relationship is a bit sad, she even forgot her existence. In the face of her eyes, it is no longer necessary to guess whether the woman in the wind is drunk or drunk. The woman in the wind smiled and was very cute.
Prose 2:
Qin Liu apricot blossoms are blowing in the spring breeze, and it's raining. Women leave home like swallows. The footprints of wandering incense dust, how heavy it is to miss dreams. Summer rain misses bamboo shoots and listens to the flute under the moon, so it is inevitable that there will be tears on the pillow. Years add wrinkles, and life is more depressing and stormy. A woman's heart remains the same. Autumn frost dyes maple trees, look up at the clouds. Beyond the horizon, there is a local accent. When you meet a woman in a dream of a few stars, you will know that a woman is an inch of grass. Winter snow floats with silver, and the sky will learn to be soft from spring water. My father
Prose 3:
March 8th is a great day in the world. When this moment comes, we all look forward to new meaning. The past is a symbol of women's liberation. Today should be a new poem reflecting women's talents. The vitality of spring is also displayed here, and the charm of flowers is also popular here. On March 8, the breeze is a beautiful poem, and the rain is a cheerful dance. We are singing happy songs and creating a new world.