Everyone has a world, quiet and lonely. The following is my appreciation of the sad prose about loneliness, which I have compiled for you. Welcome to refer to it.
Appreciation of Sad Prose about Loneliness Part 1: Being silent and lonely all my life
The cool breeze blows gently, which awakens the sadness that sleeps in my thoughts; Dead leaves fall, falling with silent and bitter sadness; Looking at the falling leaves, I felt a deep loss and loneliness. Step on the dead leaves all the way forward. The phoenix tree standing in the sunset in the distance seems so lonely; Much like myself at the moment. Imagine when the phoenix tree was flourishing and the green leaves were newly dressed; Look at the leaves falling now, hanging together like shadows. It is inevitable that there will be some sadness and shallow lingering.
the palm of your hand gently sticks to the phoenix tree. Quietly realize the sense of vicissitudes conveyed from the tree lines. Unconsciously awakened how many dusty memories in the past. The wind blows quietly, and the water-like memories slowly spread around, drowning the cruelty and ruthlessness of reality; Aroused the good times of the past.
since when? From that carefree teenager to this sentimental, pen-writing youth; When did it start, the innocent teenager who loves to talk and laugh hurried away; Only an unreachable shadow lingers in my memory. When teenagers learn to hide; When no longer laughing heartily, perhaps teenagers are no longer young, and they have faded their young clothes unconsciously.
In my eyes, time and shadows are floating, flashing many things in the past. Miss the past and look at the present. Dry bitter unspeakable loneliness and who to say; And at the moment, whether the phoenix tree that is accompanied by you knows it. I can't guess, the past is green and the world is prosperous; What did I learn from the study? What has Wutong learned after decades of time? In the end, it's just the word loneliness.
The light of the sunset slowly disappears under the black night curtain, and the evening breeze is ringing; Raised a sad melody. Tears dance, Bai Yueguang's own is so sad. However, even if my heart is so sad; What can you want with it? The blurred night sky is reflected in the eyes, and the stars all over the sky are shining with weak light; The stars are closely dependent on each other, and everyone knows their confusion and loneliness. Only way is, near Zhu Zhechi, near the ink is black.
The corners of the mouth slowly evoke a bitter smile and gently touch the vicissitudes of the Chinese parasol tree. Perhaps, only the phoenix tree can understand my loneliness. Because we are so similar; This is not understood. Think about what kind of disappointment and disappointment the Chinese parasol tree heart should have when the leaves fell. What kind of loneliness is it to stand alone in the rustling cold wind in the days to come?
optimism in appearance and sadness in heart; It seems that you have many friends, but in fact you are the loneliest. Remember what they said? If you look down, you will naturally care less. I can't deny this. Because I don't know how to argue. But there is a sense of sadness in my heart. And that sad feeling may be because no one understands; The word indifferent, the pain you have to bear, and the helplessness and hesitation you have experienced?
the plane tree leaves are all over the ground, and the heart is full of sores. Some things are destined to be borne by themselves; A little lonely, taste slowly; Get used to it and you'll be fine.
Appreciation of Sad Prose about Loneliness Part II: Lonely Songs of Lonely People
The most frightening thing in this world is not loneliness, but getting used to loneliness. Perhaps, habit is the most terrible.
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If you stay alone for a long time, you will gradually get used to being alone. But this process is long and far away. There are always various kinds of communication between people. Some people forget loneliness in communication, some people overcome loneliness, and some people are used to loneliness. I know there are three kinds of people, no matter how happy they are on the surface, how many people are gathered around them. But their hearts are lonely, or they are used to loneliness.
the first kind of people are people who like words: a person who likes words is more or less lonely inside. If their hearts are not lonely, they won't have time to like words. The second kind of person is a person who likes painting. A person who walks in the traffic with his sketchpad on his back is bound to be lonely inside. I believe that a lonely heart can paint a beautiful scenery. The third kind of person is a person who likes music. A person who likes music, whether he likes listening or singing, is lonely. Only lonely people can slowly appreciate the extreme and connotation of music.
unfortunately, among these three people. I accounted for one and a half people. I am a person who likes words, especially sad words. I often write some articles, but most of them are sad. It's not that I can't write optimism, but that I'm not used to writing optimism. Compared with optimism, I still feel more sad. And half of what I do is that I also like music, but I don't sing, I don't write, I just listen. Most of the songs I listen to are sad. No matter what type, I like them as long as the melody is sad. Like the melody and lyrics at the beginning of "Green Flowers in the Army", "The cold wind flutters and leaves fall", the melody and words can make people feel a beautiful and desolate artistic conception. A story-telling song like "Birch Tree", the whole melody, lyrics and story are matched incisively and vividly, which makes people listen very meaningful, and the feeling of sadness and sadness makes it easy for me to outline the picture. It's a pity that I don't have the talent to paint that picture, otherwise I think I might like painting, too.
I have asked many people why they like words. Some say it's because they feel when they read it, while others say they like it and like it inexplicably. But no one asked me why I like it. Why do you like to write? At this time, I will ask myself why I like writing and why I like writing. I don't think my reasons are very complicated, but I can't find someone to talk to, and I can't say it and turn it into words. This is my favorite reason. It's good to keep some words in my heart, because I know it's useless to say them to others. So when I'm so sad that it's not in my heart, I will write hard or look up at the blue sky and the dark night sky.
Sometimes I still want to talk to someone, which is a primitive desire for others to understand and know myself. But as I said just now, it's no use talking about it. Why talk about it? Slowly digest by yourself, and it is good to be sad by yourself.
it's a miracle for many people that they haven't been in a real love. Some people say that I lack love in five elements, and some people suggest that I hurry to find a girlfriend. What they said was not unheard of, and I thought about it. However, whenever I want to find it, I can't help but compare my life with my life after finding a girlfriend. I feel that it is better to be alone. Because I am used to being alone, I really don't know if this is lucky or unfortunate.
I've always thought that everything is convenient without attachments. But I also know that being unattached is also helpless. Compared with these, I still hope that one person in my life can really walk into my world. I think I will hold your hand and grow old with my son at that time.
Appreciation of Sad Prose about Loneliness Part III: My Loneliness
Life is a kind of looking up, seeing is satisfying, seeing is longing, and I like longing. I always feel that the visible life has no trace in my memory and is fleeting. Maybe this way is a bit empty for everyone else, but it is the most suitable way for me. I like the wind without direction, so I won't follow its temper and lose my authenticity. I think I can find my own direction in the messy wind and smile. Although it will be difficult, I can see its beauty and its disappearance in the flowering season. Memory is a process or a very chaotic process. I try to sort out my thoughts, but in the end I can sort out my thoughts except those that are more chaotic than chaos. Maybe I should understand that some things really don't mean that you can do whatever you want. Everything has a certain destiny. We just repeated the direction we saw in our own sidewalk, and then moved forward step by step until the end of the road.
Missing is a sin. What I feel with my nose is not only cold but also repeated cold. I want to smoke and roast my body with a fire. But after a while of busyness, I find that the flame is burning again, and my heart that I can't burn is still so cold. I want to expose my heart completely and release it naked for a while, but the people who pass by turn a blind eye to me. What they can't see is my desire. What they see is my shadow after eating my skin. I know we are strangers, but I always feel familiar outside the crowd, so I want to escape from the crowd. I find that the farther away from the crowd, my heart seems to be completely released. As I walk and run, I am afraid that there will be people chasing me behind me, so I began to want to escape from this environment. Perhaps it is really because I am more and more unfamiliar with this environment and afraid of seeing the loneliness after familiarity, so my heart will calm down only if I stay away from this familiarity.
sometimes, there is a familiar feeling called loneliness.
I am a person with few words in my life, so I always show more silence than noise in the face of people around me. But in fact, my heart is lonely. It's strange that although my heart is extremely empty, I don't have more words. I don't know if I began to like to interpret the so-called life in a silent way, but I can be sure that my heart is lonely. This recent season, I began to lose sleep, and I couldn't sleep all night. I even wondered if I was really sick. Every night, I needed a few sedatives to sleep. I couldn't live without it more and more. When I looked at myself in the mirror in the bathroom, I found that I was familiar and unfamiliar in the mirror. I didn't know if I was myself in the mirror, so I began to talk to it. Its voice was very light. We are telling each other's hearts. I like to listen attentively to it. I feel vaguely that its worries are my worries. It turns out that our fate is the same, so I began to wait for black. Later, I began to rely on every night, facing the mirror all night, and then we told our stories and our loneliness together.
You don't understand my life, my thoughts, my loneliness. Maybe this is my life.
many people don't like the night, but I love the night alone, maybe it has something to do with my heart! Walking on the road in the daytime, I always look for the shadow of the night, as if my life would be wonderful without it, so I stand on the faint path and wait for the night to come. Sometimes I feel so excited to wait, and I can see the familiar crowd and the familiar scene, and then run in the familiar world with my own worries. This feeling is really wonderful.
The night began to approach me slowly, first my shadow, then my body. I watched the sunset disappear, squatted down slowly, picked up the fallen black with my hands, and put them in my heart. The night finally covered the whole world. I smiled excitedly, and I felt more and more like a vampire. Night was my paradise. I was full of interest and met familiar people when I walked through the streets during the day. So I began to have unbridled joy, but I was crazy aimlessly. Sometimes I wondered what my essence was and what kind of color I needed. But whenever the night was about to disappear, I seemed to have no vitality. I began to look for shelter, and then I hid myself deeply. I only knew how to do this, because my loneliness made me forget my humanity, and I was afraid to see everything I was afraid of, so I liked to release it in this way.
I don't know whether I like to interpret life in my own way or life likes to let me interpret it in my own way. There are always too many stories to explain between us, but every time we meet, we seem to be strangers. There is no other way except silence. Maybe you don't understand my loneliness. This is my life, and the distance between us is beyond our reach.
Appreciation of Lonely Sad Prose Part 4: Let the dream pass through the lonely heart
I am alone on the distant beach, and let the tears fall down the corner of my eyes unscrupulously. I am dreaming of my dream, quietly standing alone with my sad back, lazily enjoying the footprints left behind me, looking at the long beach, listening to the sound of the sea beating on the beach affectionately, and collecting the sad waves in the deepest seabed, intoxicated, and letting the waves bring me. I miss the Chinese New Year one second at a time, and I am disappointed at a time! The sad woman suddenly felt extremely unrestrained and relaxed, so she began to love the sea and water deeply, how much sorrow and tears!
life is really not easy.
The fragile life lingers in the world. Looking back on the past years, I spread out the memories of the dust. I searched, pondered, pursued, ran and looked forward to it. Therefore, I began to be confused and hesitant! After working and going through countless ups and downs, I retreated a little bit.
There is no trace of birds leaping on the sea, no trace of fishing boats, and even the wind seems to have returned to her mother's house, looking around with wandering eyes, thinking, thinking!
an ordinary and ordinary woman is so small and insignificant in this infinite world, just like a grain of sand in the sea!
Some people are rich, some people are poor,
Some people are honest and kind, some people are insane,
Some people are virtuous, some people are stealthy,
They live with different outlook on life, morality and values!
In this life, what people want, what they need and what they are happiest for!
over the years, what I have learned, what I know, what I have, and what is my goal?
What do I miss about this world, what I need to change about myself, and what I can do about my relatives and friends!
at the moment, there is little noise, no trivial matters, no interruptions from others, no noisy telephone calls, and everything is so leisurely. The sea is churning, and I am enjoying the loneliness of my heart right here by the sea.
Appreciation of Sad Prose about Loneliness Part 5: Looking at the other shore makes the lonely heart old
Time passes through my body slowly, leaving a barren memory hovering in my mind. I am alone waiting for flowers to bloom and fall on the other shore, but that old time has already made the other shore have no initial waiting. And my waiting may have taken root, sprouted and blossomed.
Look at the misty gesture of the passage of time with a silent attitude, and watch the thin youth squandered by us all the way, leaving only scattered fragments.
On this lonely day.