People are experiencing all kinds of things in life at different times, and some people will let these things and emotions be expressed in the form of prose. Let's share the prose of who danced in the fleeting time.
Who dances in the fleeting time? 1 The sunset thinned into a bay of clear moon and hung on the willow branches. The noisy day stopped and slowly lingered under the moon. Eyes light through the distant desolation, crushing the tenderness of a place, in this silent night, I put a sigh into my bag, wrote a melody with a pen, and danced lightly in the breeze.
The night is dim and the music is melodious. Who is wandering alone under the moon, pulling the lonely figure long? Who brushed away the sadness in her hands and decorated the dance skirt with little stars?
The dawn at night is a simple and lonely cycle. Feel the residual temperature of yesterday in reincarnation. Those things are different, just like listening to a leisurely and sad song, which makes me sad. It was not until the dead of night, when I couldn't sleep alone, that I suddenly found that another day and night passed through my memory.
I always can't bear to wake up the past, but I am willing to follow the deep eyes of the years, waiting for the fragrance of flowers season after season, waiting for the worries hidden in my brow, waiting for the tangled plot, waiting for the miserable piano, waiting for the sleeve dance under the moon, waiting for loneliness to tell my sadness.
I don't want to cry for anyone either. I am most afraid that people will wake up in the middle of the night and stop thinking. In the lonely night, only I can comfort my sadness, and only I can give myself strength. A handful of clear water awakens fantasy and sleepiness, and the stars shine outside the window. The bright moon puts a silver coat on the earth and shines with stars. Suddenly, the empty body suddenly became much richer, and a force came from the heart to drive away the bottomless sadness. The moonlight rippled in front of the window, poured a cup of fragrant tea full of nostalgia, and listened to the wind gently under the moon. Worries full of dust, along with the nocturne, swing down a sad road. Looking back a thousand times, it is full of acacia, the soothing melody overflows the corner, and the sleeves dance to cover up the vicissitudes of life. I'm still wearing a plain clothes, full of fragrance, watching from the shore.
Perhaps, in this life, I have never seen through the world of mortals. Those deep attachment, dancing in the middle of the stage at night, waved to me from a distance, and I shook off the dust, drunk myself into a touch of light and shadow under the moon, falling softly, blurring my eyes.
I can't escape loneliness ...
Under the moon, whose figure dances in my pen and touches my sadness? Who wears moonlight as a wedding dress? Who turned the dance full of bitterness into sadness? At this time, playing a string, dancing a song, the memory branded in my heart, came to me through the moonlight, I couldn't erase it, there was nowhere to escape, standing in the wind, and my thoughts swam slowly with the melodious melody.
The moon is cold and thin. Holding a pool of autumn water, dancing the bright moon, turning into a ray of agarwood, dancing lightly and falling asleep several times. There is no trace of falling flowers, leaving only a fragrance. In this bleak season, let the lonely figure dance, shake off the dust and dance with melancholy.
Looking back suddenly, the childlike innocence and youthful innocence in the bleak place were completely lost inadvertently. The original memory also pieced together a feast for us, a broken feast.
Who is dancing solo in Leng Yue tonight? The wind is blowing, the clothes are floating and the dance is flying lightly. ...
Who dances in the fleeting time? 2. Beautiful prose in a fleeting time.
You and I met by chance at a corner and started a fairy-tale journey. Like all lovers, we study together, eat together, travel together, and meet every sunrise and sunset together. Without sadness and fatigue, the world is ours!
This year's rainy season stole our summer. After a storm comes a calm, it's already late autumn, with layers of autumn rain and cool air. At the same time, the rainy season also takes you away, and the early winter comes as scheduled.
In those years, there were many broken chapters in full bloom, like an old movie, which was replayed over and over again, but in the ever-changing scene, you had already disappeared. At dusk, a person walked quietly on the stone road by the river. The sunset at the top of the mountain in the distance drew a long track, like a sword that opened the front, chopping out my increasingly lonely back, and my left hand and right hand were tightly buckled behind my back. I strode forward proudly and walked into the distant castle peak, for fear that passers-by would see my uneasiness.
A dull day, busy, the timeline rolls forward according to the established trajectory and runs over the memory. Some pains are taken away, and some thoughts will come back quietly on a sleepless night with that unfinished song.
On the day you left, you packed everything and took it away, but left all the memories to me. Parting hug is so stiff. After leaving, I am not afraid to face the long road of life alone, but I can't face the past. I don't care about my lifelong commitment, but I'm really afraid to walk through a familiar street. Maybe, really loved.
I am most afraid of passing that intersection. I am afraid that I will meet at the intersection one day, just like last time. Things are different. At this time, times have changed.
I always feel that when I am alive, I need to be grateful for the gift of time. Two unrelated people meet, know each other and fall in love again, although it is helpless to say goodbye. Take the opportunity to give yourself a chance to indulge, make some friends, brag and drink at any barbecue stall on the street, laugh loudly with tears, drink until late at night, stagger home, then go back to your room and laugh while crying in front of the mirror ... Tomorrow is another day.