"Prose Poems by Famous Masters: The Philosophy of Life" contains masterpieces of prose poems by famous masters at home and abroad, such as Lu Xun, Tagore, Whitman, Baudelaire, Gibran, etc. You may wish to read them. In addition, the prose poems in Lu Xun's "Wild Grass" are very good and not very long. Here are a few excerpts, if you like, read the original text.
The life of the past is dead. I rejoice greatly in this death, for by it I know that it once lived. The life of death has decayed. I rejoice greatly in this decay, for by this I know that it is not yet empty.
The tiny pink flower trembles and dreams, dreaming about the arrival of spring, dreaming about the arrival of autumn, dreaming about the thin poet wiping his tears on her last petals, telling her that although autumn is coming, , although winter has come, spring will follow after that. She then smiled, even though her color turned red from the cold, she still shrank.
The dream of little pink flowers means spring will come after autumn; the dream of fallen leaves means autumn will come after spring.
If there are things in heaven that I don’t like, I don’t want to go; if there are things in hell that I don’t like, I don’t want to go; there are things that I don’t like in your future golden world. , I don’t want to go.
However, I don’t want to wander between light and darkness. I would rather sink in the darkness.
However, I finally wandered between light and darkness, I didn’t know whether it was dusk or dawn.
The breeze picked up and there was dust on all sides. A few others walked separately.
Always immersed in the ultimate joy of life.
Use the shield of hope to resist the attack of the dark night in the emptiness, although behind the shield there is still the dark night in the emptiness.
Although it is a sad and misty youth, it is youth after all.
There are many wild lilies and wild roses in those places, and I often go there to see them. But that's a grave.
When I become ashes, you will see my smile.