Classic short and sad short stories of aesthetic prose
Classic short and sad short stories of aesthetic prose. Our country has a variety of beautiful prose, which express the inner feelings of poets. We should appreciate these beautiful and sad prose. Next, I will take you to learn more about the sad content of classic aesthetic prose short stories.
Classic short and sad short aesthetic prose 1
Hometown
Bing Xin said: "Love is on the left, love is on the right, walking on both sides of life, always happy, will This long path is filled with fragrant flowers, so that walkers walking through the branches and leaves do not feel pain, and there are tears to shed, but it is not sadness."
I am full of her in that place. Love, full of affection, has always been hidden in my heart, that is my hometown.
“Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to miss your hometown.” My hometown feels sweet and warm to me. As early as I can remember, I left home and the place where I was born and raised. In the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed, but I can never forget it. That sweet and warm place always echoes in my heart and cannot be erased.
For me, my hometown means chasing in the fields, summering in the pond, catching hares in the fields, and having snowball fights in the snow. This feeling is both clear and fuzzy, as if I have done it before, but it is I don’t know how long it took.
Sometimes, I always wonder, if a person can lie under the shade of a tree in a quiet courtyard, look at the sky, and feel the breeze from my hometown blowing towards me, after a while , I walked out, said hello to the neighbors, walked on the street, and felt the simplicity and warmth of my hometown. How happy and happy it would be.
Hometown, I want to say to you, I want to come back, I want to return to your arms. I wonder if you remember the child running under your eyes every day, do you still remember the child who calls mother every day? Child, do you still remember that child who dreamed of growing up quickly and being innocent and happy?
Love is on the left and love is on the right. I believe that I will come back in the near future, back to you. . Now, I will hide you in my heart until one day in the future, then let you out, and then say hello to you. Classic Beautiful Prose Short Sad Story 2
Withered Rose
That hot summer has just begun. In the afternoon, the sunlight that slanted into the display window that was not wide enough had begun to scorch. But my heart was extremely cold. I had learned to be calm and calm, and could calmly watch the noisy world outside the window. I thought I would no longer feel heartache. The phone rang, an unknown number. The other party reported his home address and said he was from a courier company. He said he had my goods but didn't know my specific location. I told the other party my location with full of suspicion. I haven't ordered any goods! Could it be that I sent the wrong product?
The delivery person arrived soon. A small package, sealed tightly. I saw the familiar yet unfamiliar handwriting on the package slip. I opened the package and found a drink bottle with one end removed. Inside the vase lay a rose, the largest I had ever seen. My heart ached slightly, and I gently took out the rose. It is so fragile. It has experienced too many bumps, its branches and leaves have withered, and its petals have fallen off one by one when placed in the hand. Looking at the withered flowers in my hands, I know that the deep love I once had has withered, but you don't understand.
Is there a plucked flower that can live and bloom again after blooming? Maybe you can find it, but I can’t.
We met in the most beautiful season when the flowers bloomed, and separated in the years when the flowers withered. I once thought that love could move the world and you. The years have left me singing that sad song alone, freezing my heart bit by bit. But you never cared about what you had. It wasn't until the moment you left that you thought about keeping it.
When love is a thing of the past, don’t say you love me anymore, don’t say you want me to be moved, don’t tell me to look back. I don’t want to pay a heavy price for that touch. I just keep going all the way through wind and rain, although there are still thorny jungles, hazy clouds, and muddy roads ahead...
The sun is always there After the storm.
Bury the withered flower, approach the sunshine, and embrace the scorching summer sun...