Introduction: Prose is mainly divided into narrative prose, lyrical prose, philosophical prose, and argumentative prose. Below is a collection of lyrical prose by famous writers that I have collected for everyone to read. Chapter 1. Lyrical prose by classic famous writers
If loneliness is not due to introversion, it is often due to excellence.
People who are too beautiful tend to be lonely emotionally, and people who are too outstanding are prone to loneliness in mind. The reason is obvious, because it is difficult for them to find a suitable partner.
The sun is lonely, the moon is lonely, but the stars are countless.
No one can bear long-term loneliness. People with weak wills seek comfort and excitement in order to get rid of loneliness; people with strong wills seek enrichment and detachment in order to get rid of loneliness. Their starting point is the same, but their endings are very different. The former sinks because of loneliness, while the latter sublimates because of loneliness.
There is a kind of person who would rather be bored than lonely, because loneliness is boring to him; there is a kind of person who would rather be alone than bored, because loneliness is just loneliness to him.
Lonely and lonely people just feel that time is deserted, but they will not waste their time; lonely and boring people always feel that life is boring. So he wasted his time.
When others are frustrated and lonely, if you become their friend, they will often be grateful; when others are proud and crowded, if you want to be their guest, you will often be looked down upon. .
Therefore, a truly smart person will not be too snobbish, let alone a sincere person.
Some people who appear happy are actually very unhappy people; and some people who appear to be unhappy are actually very happy people. Only the person involved knows best about emotional luck and misfortune, and others are often making wild guesses. Indeed, some people have too many smiles on their faces because there are too many tears in their hearts. Chapter 2. Lyrical prose by classic famous writers
Let the naughty spring rain knock on your heart and sing you a spring melody.
Spring is a romantic piece of music. Groups of geese flying north carry this piece of music in their mouths, chanting from south to north, "The morning is light and cold outside the green poplar smoke."
Spring is a painting full of interest. In the painting, there are grasses, fruit trees and people outing in spring in Zhu Ziqing's "Spring", as well as "wrinkled" pond water and "moisturizing things". Silent spring rain.
Spring is full of emotions, making people positive and optimistic yet sad.
The positivity and optimism of spring are in a striking state of vitality. Every life uses spring as a stage to show itself to its fullest, perhaps as a fresh green spring flower.
Spring is also sentimental. In the north, there is a saying that "spring has a short neck", because the short time of spring reminds people of the perishable youth and life is like a dream, and many emotions arise spontaneously. It is this soft weather with light clouds and gentle wind that creates such a sad atmosphere for people, which makes many touching stories sprout in spring and how many romantic emotions continue in spring.
A touch of joy mixed with a touch of sadness may be the best taste of spring. Let us sit in this quiet and leisurely spring light, quietly miss a distant relative, wait for a miracle of life, appreciate the beauty and melody of spring, and examine the thoughts of spring carefully and sort them out slowly. Chapter 3. Lyrical Prose by Classic Famous Writers
The stubborn lives among the cracks in the rocks often move me to tears.
It is the uncertain wind that scatters the unpicked seeds to the ends of the earth. When they can no longer find soil, they place their last hope for survival in this crevice. Although they can also share the warmth from the sun and get moisture from the rain, they have to find the soil on which all life depends. What a grim reality they face.
As a result, an astonishing miracle occurred in nature, and stubborn lives sprouted from the cracks in the barren rocks.
Or just clusters of nameless weeds, green in spring and yellow in autumn, withered and prosperous year after year. They don't have the conditions to grow broad leaves because they can't find enough nutrients to make the grass leaves thick. All they have are three or two long, thin leaves. The tiny veins tell you how difficult it is to survive. What's more, they grow roots on their own under the clusters of thin leaves. Just to suck less milk from the mother, they go looking for the unnoticeable stone crevices. This is life. If this is an instinct, then it shows how noble the instinct of life is. Life has the right to think of itself as glorious and magnificent, and vitality is so uncontrollable.
Or just clusters of small mountain flowers, most of which are bitter dandelions. Their stems and leaves are filled with bitter, milky white juice, and their roots are dug up for wild vegetables in spring. The dandelions among the rocks are not as strong as their counterparts in the fields.
They cannot grow into tall trunks due to the fierce mountain wind, they cannot have many leaves due to the barren rocks, their stems appear tough and old, their leaves lose their luster due to withering; only their roots can Like the flexible yet strong tendons, like the soft yet strong vines, they are buried deep in the narrow gaps between the rocks; they can no longer prepare fresh wild vegetables for people's meals, but they silently help people climb the mountain road. The person prepared a reliable grip. Life is determined and changed by the environment in this way. Although the law of survival of the fittest is ruthless, all the fittest are the strong ones who defeat the environment. The phenomenon of life tells you that life is hard work.
If there were only these small flowers and grasses between the rocks, they might only arouse people's pity; but the most amazing thing is that there are towering pines and cypresses growing in the gaps between the rocks, majestic Vigorous, towering and straight. They give life to the mountains and make all life pale in front of them. Their trunks grew out of the cracks in the rocks tenaciously, twisting and rotating, with scars forming on every inch of the tree coat. Up, up, up is so hard. Every inch of growth has to go through several degrees of cold and heat, several seasons of spring and autumn. However, they finally grew into tall trees, spreading out their lush branches and clustered with needles that never fall. They stand on the cliffs and on the peaks of high mountains. Only the tree roots entangled on the stone cliffs silently tell you what a hard struggle it is for them to grow. The tree roots, as thick as a giant python and as thin as a grass snake, were intertwined. They penetrated from one stone crevice and emerged from another. Then, they stretched along the ruthless bluestone, like sharp eagle claws. Caught the rock on which it rested. Sometimes, the roots of a pine and cypress can climb half of the cliff, as if tightly binding the numerous rocks with a thick cable. Only in this way can they withstand the invasion of violent storms, and finally they can survive. The living space that does not belong to oneself occupies a world for oneself.
If all life does not bother to seek a foothold in the cracks between rocks, then a large area of ????the world will become eternally silent. Birds will have nowhere to live, and everything will depend on flowers, plants and trees. The life that survives will become extinct, and the place will become an eternal darkness that will never be enlightened. If all life is only greedy for the dark fertile soil, how can they improve their ability to control the environment, and how can they become stronger as they reproduce from generation to generation? The world is so wonderful. Just imagine, once the weeds among the rocks are scattered on the fertile ground, they will definitely have more vitality and grow more luxuriantly than the delicate seeds that have not been tested by wind and rain; just imagine, that Once the seeds of the dandelions among the cracks in the rocks float in the wind to the humid countryside, holding up their clumps of cotton umbrellas, they will surely grow stronger than other flowers and be more resistant to heat and cold; as for the tenacious pines and cypresses, It is originally a noble embodiment of life and the most perfect symbol of perseverance and will. It inspires and sets an example for all lives.
I hope that all life will not fall into the cracks of rocks and die. May all life dare to seek the most difficult environment. Life is about discovering and understanding oneself in the most difficult situations, so that one can temper oneself, grow oneself, and finally complete oneself and sublimate oneself.
The tenacious life among the cracks in the rocks is both biological and philosophical, and it is the unity of biology and philosophy. It is also aesthetic; as an aesthetic phenomenon, it not only shows you the layers of green that decorate the barren mountains, but also reveals to you the beautiful and magnificent spiritual world.
The tenacious life among the cracks in the rocks has such emotional power that shocks people's hearts. It makes the planet we live on become magical and glorious. On Hua'an's first day in elementary school, he and I held hands and walked across several streets to Victoria Elementary School. In early September, the apple and pear trees in every family's yard were studded with fist-sized fruits. The branches sank heavily due to the weight, and overtook the hedges, catching the hair of passers-by. Chapter 4. Lyrical Prose by Classic Famous Writers
Many of the pains and entanglements in life lie between letting go and not being able to let go. Let it go, there is still a trace of nostalgia, keep it, it will never be perfect again; break it off, the lotus roots are broken, throw it away, there is still a trace of warmth, don't throw it away, you will never go back to the past. Some things are not that you don’t want to give up, but that you can’t give up. Some people are not that you don’t want to forget, but that it is difficult to forget. Cut off the water with a knife and the water will flow more, raise a cup to relieve the sorrow and the sorrow will become even more sorrowful. It is difficult to leave, and it is also difficult to stay. I am wandering on the edge of love and not love.
Clothes can be mended if they are torn, but if a mirror is torn, no matter how much it is repaired, it will not remain intact. Feelings are built up over time. Once a person's heart is broken, there is no cure. Even if you look back, you will never find the original heartbeat again. Don't be emotionally moved by anything. Once you get stuck in it, you will become obsessed with it, and you won't hurt anyone else's heart. Once it hurts, you will not only hurt the heart that loves you, but also your condemned conscience. A separation lasts a lifetime, an injury lasts a lifetime. You think you are punishing the other person, but it is precisely you who punish yourself.
Everyone has self-esteem. Even if you love yourself to the point of being humble, you cannot trample on it again and again. Love is sincerity in exchange for true feelings. Only those who know how to cherish it deserve to have it. Blind humility will not gain your respect. Repeated condescension will only result in repeated disregard and indifference. Because you care, you will be compassionate, and because of love, you will be patient.
Don't regard other people's tolerance as weakness, and don't regard other people's humbleness as being humble. No one has the obligation to be good to you. The reason why I can accommodate you is because I miss that relationship. Feelings are not perfunctory, and tolerance has a bottom line. Love needs to be cared for with heart, and love needs to be understood with heart.
When love cannot be synchronized, your sincerity will be rewarded by the other person’s indifference. When the notes you play with your heart cannot elicit his cries, or he is clearly in love. , but repeatedly hurt, and did not mean it. This shows that love has come to an end. What you need to do is not to keep him, but to dust him off, smile, catch a ray of breeze, and say goodbye to him. I would rather turn around proudly than bow my head humbly.
Good love is the appreciation and understanding of mutual love. A person who doesn't understand you, no matter how much he loves you, can only make you understand one truth in the end, that is, in love, understanding is far more important than love.
Don’t spend your precious time on people who don’t appreciate you, it’s not worth it. Life is short, live happily so that you can live up to it and stay away from people or things that don't make you happy. If the person who loves you has you in his heart, he will naturally think of you everywhere and let you do everything. If he doesn't have you in his heart, it will be useless to let you scream. If he really cares about you, he will never be jealous of you because of your excellence. He should understand your efforts and your difficulties.
The best way to treat love is to treat love with love. Giving up on a relationship will be heartbreaking. Apart from time, only love can slowly heal the bleeding wounds. As long as you are willing to walk out, you will encounter the next intersection, maybe, around the corner, there is another dark place.
No matter how many times you experience true love, no matter how much you have been hurt, in the end, you will neither see through the world nor empathize with others. Love will eventually make you understand that it is not how to please others, but how to be happy. Own.
Cherish the person who cares about you and can treat you well, but not everyone is so kind. Those who truly love you will never leave without saying they love you. It is not easy to enter someone's heart. How much courage does it take to get out again? Because you care, you care. In fact, your lover's heart is very fragile and cannot withstand repeated torture. Everyone wants to be understood, everyone wants to be in love with each other, and be able to tolerate your unreasonableness and pickiness. Everything comes from the compatibility and tacit understanding of the heart. No matter how far you go, the person who is always by your side is the one who is deeply in love.
What the vast sea of ????people are looking for is just a good fate, a deep-rooted truth, a warmth of knowing each other, and a touching kindness. Feelings are beautiful because of appreciation, warm because of sincerity, and long-lasting because of cherishment. Only when you understand can you be tolerant, and only when you understand can you feel distressed. Because every tear is connected to the heart, and every laughter is filled with emotion.
Some vows are like a sharp sword. Because they have never been fulfilled, and they know that they will never be fulfilled, no matter how far you go, as long as you think about it occasionally, your heart will be broken. Heart, cut and dripping with blood! That is a lifetime of pain, a wound that will never heal.
A person can love, but cannot love deeply. He can be affectionate, but cannot be persistent, because deep love is easy to hurt, and persistence is easy to burden. Love can make you a fool, or it can make you a wise man. Sometimes, indifference does not mean heartlessness, and being speechless does not mean not loving. Keeping a certain distance appropriately is a kind of wisdom.
We may love the wrong person, or we may do the wrong thing, but no matter how many times we miss or fail, we will eventually find the person and the person who is most suitable for us through our mistakes. thing. Don't expect success in one go. Sometimes we need to wait, turn a few corners, fall a few times, and sooner or later, life will give you answers to all your problems. Chapter 5. Lyrical Prose by Classic Famous Writers
If I pursue the opposite, there is my man in a distant town, and my nimble little finger that he chopped off.
If you pursue the opposite, there will be my piano in the silent sea, and one of my shoes entangled in the rope it involves.
I have always wanted to know, when I am lonely, my little finger will secretly run to the bottom of the ocean to dance with its most beloved piano.
The woman looked like Jane Eyre, small, gray, wearing a starry sky blue wide-brimmed hat, and holding a daughter who was one size smaller than her when she appeared. At the beginning of "The Piano". I watched this woman with a stern face cross the ocean, taking her coffin-shaped piano with her and trembling in front of every wave. I had no idea how overwhelming her love was. I thought she should love lightly and scribble, and then lose her lover with only regret, I thought.
A woman comes to a small town and marries someone. The woman had never met this man, so she came all the way with her children and her piano to get married. The man knew earlier that she was mute, but he was still disappointed to see her because she was so small and couldn't smile. The man did not let her take the piano home. The piano spent a few lonely nights on the beach before being resold to farmer Bo.
Bo, Bo is a barbarian with a green tattoo on his nose. He has shaggy hair and thick limbs. He said to the woman, come and teach me to play the piano, and you can be with your piano.
The woman was sitting on the piano bench, and she felt the man approaching her step by step.
The man grabbed her white neck and began to kiss her. When she broke away, the man tried his best to suppress his **** and said, touch you once and give you a piano key. In this way, the piano will be yours in no time. The woman saw the man's vagina burning hot in the gloomy room, but she even saw the piano behind her shining like a palace.
Bo said to the woman, lift up your skirt. Underneath the woman's skirt are layers of petticoats, hoops and dark blue tight stockings. Bai got under the piano and touched the woman through her socks while she played the piano. He found a hole in the sock as big as a fingernail. Slowly and slowly he put his hand on it and touched the woman's skin. The woman's fear condensed and dispersed like clouds.
The woman wanted the piano back, but it was very bad. Our noble and elegant heroine fell in love with the farmer Bai. She ran to find him, missing her life of being dominated by him like a prostitute.
Her little daughter discovered the affair. Girls don’t quite understand. She briefly imitated it, molesting a tree in the jungle and being seen by her stepfather. The moment has finally arrived. The man is angry, and the man puts her under house arrest. The woman gently took off a piece of piano wood and wrote a touching love message for her daughter to bring to Bai. She wanted to go with this rough guy and play the piano.
The little girl still didn’t quite understand, so she gave this token to her stepfather.
It was a rainy day. The man roared and came to the woman. She was beaten by him. He picked up an ax and cut off her fingers. Her little daughter was carrying toy angel wings and screaming in fear under the heavy rain. The woman's cold white face was covered with mud, she had lost her fingers, she could never enter her only beloved voice, and her piano could never be integrated with her. The woman sat swinging like a puppet beside a forest stake.
I don’t like the ending very much, but let me finish the story. The man finally let the woman and Bo go. Bai left with the woman, her daughter and her piano. It's stormy again. The piano is as heavy as a coffin. The ship could barely move forward. The woman said in sign language, "Sink the piano, it's useless." Bai refused. The woman insisted on pushing Qin down.
The woman's feet are wrapped around the rope that binds the piano. The woman lingered like this faintly. She and the beautiful Qin, together with the beautiful Qin, sank to the bottom of the ocean. About to die, about to be annihilated. But, but, what about love? What to do with her love? Love is waiting for her above, love writes love letters to her on piano wood, love fights for her poetry with men. Love, love is on top. This is how a woman breaks free from the rope and tries her best to get to the water. She has to live and live close to love.
When the woman was rescued, Qin just landed firmly on the bottom of the sea. There was a shoe flying like a flag.
It is a film by a New Zealand female director. The woman is played by a woman named Holly Hunter. I might have seen her again, for example, jumping up and down on some piano still unfinished. Her face was still as white as a tombstone. Chapter 6. Lyrical Prose by Classic Famous Writers
I don’t know what day it is. I always wake up on rainy mornings. As usual, there is a gray sky outside the window, no dawn, no wind, no Birds chirp. The small trees in the backyard stood lonely and silent in the rain. No matter which window I looked out, there was always rainwater flowing. Except for the rain, no other sounds could be heard. At this time, everything was still.
I dressed randomly, thinking about today’s exam and the coldness in my heart, my mood sank for no reason, and I had no intention of cursing this season. The desk lamp in the room was broken last night, so I used it as an excuse to go to bed early on purpose. I didn't even want to touch my notes, let alone the original documents. At that time, a western movie was playing on the TV in the living room. In the darkness, I was lying on the bed. Occasionally, music, dialogue and gunshots came from the scene, and I felt a vague sense of happiness. At that time, the exam became unimportant. I felt that it would never happen and it would never come tomorrow. I will lie in this darkness forever, and it is no longer a question whether Liang will find me. It's just this season that's bothering us. It will be better if we understand it. Are we really separated? This is just the rainy season that messes up our moods.
Every morning when I wake up, I always like to take a closer look at myself. I am a stranger in the bathroom mirror. It is a strange time. My state of mind is undefended when I first wake up, and so is myself in the mirror. I like to dip my hands in the water, stare at myself, and call my name in a strange and soft voice - Today's Mirror It wasn't me who got hit, I was a girl with a face full of longing to catch a cold. I stare at myself, recalling the cold eyes - I often can't resist staying in that moment, until I hear the sound of my mother or brother washing in another bathroom, and then I suddenly need to enter. If the days and order are maintained, I will quickly drink a glass of honey water, and then go out with some messy notebooks.
When I was about to go out this morning, I couldn’t find any shoes to wear. My shoes were all wet from not walking properly in the rain, so I had to wear a pair. Brown sandals.
This little thing made me sink less than I imagined when I went out. It was indeed a pleasure to drop these sandals on the wet street in the early morning. I took a tricycle to the station, but the sky was still so gray that I couldn't tell the time. Everything outside the car curtains was made quiet by the rain, and there was no obvious vitality. A few little boys were putting paper boats in the ditch, an old man collecting garbage was standing listlessly on the sidewalk, and there were people and cars on the street. Running silently in this dark city. As I looked at these scenes, a layer of fatigue rose in my heart for no reason. What a depressing day it was.
I dropped my note when I got out of the car to pay. When I bent down in the mud to pick it up, I felt suddenly weak.