Life is less than 100, and I am always worried about my age. Life is mostly a bumpy journey, and smooth sailing is just a fragrant prayer. The following is what I brought to you, which is the related content of life perception prose poems. I hope it will help you.
Prose Poems on Life Perception 1 every cloud has a silver lining,
How do you know it's not a blessing?
Anything can happen in a person's life.
Sometimes loss is also a kind of possession, an opportunity,
What you have needs to be understood and cherished.
People have no ability to control their own destiny.
But you can try to find a way,
A living method that is more suitable for your peace of mind.
Listen to music when you are free,
Spend more time with your family in your spare time,
Pack your bags and travel,
Broaden your horizons,
Let go of your feelings,
Understand life from other people's stories,
Change your destiny in your own life.
In my life,
Trees and grass grow in autumn.
Worried about everything,
You'll always be busy.
Why worry about gain and loss,
Struggle or remain indifferent,
Willing to wander in the ideal,
Or surrender to reality and live in peace.
Since human life is so short,
Instead of blaming yourself and suffering in disappointment,
Why don't you put down the burden in your heart,
Face life calmly and happily.
How cold the maple leaves are in late autumn, and scattered thoughts are scattered all over the floor.
I have always been like the lake, drifting in the meager cold and warm wind,
There can be no ripples, nor can it flow out of this impenetrable world.
Rippling and flowing like this, I don't know where to go and when to evaporate and disperse.
I have been deeply bound by this inertia. I have seen the green hills and forgot my homesickness. I have seen waterfalls and forgot my surprise.
Actually, I'm not that numb. I also had the ambition that most people once had, but now I only have my faith honed.
Walking on this small road in the campus, the sunshine at 2 pm is more dazzling than usual, but it is not warm.
I looked at the yellow leaves fluttering in the branches, more beautiful than before, mature beauty, the last show before the end of life.
Suddenly, a breeze blew and it was a little cold. I saw the withered life give up the last one, struggling, flying in the air and falling slowly.
Scattered into mud, crushed into ash, maybe it just continues the soul of life in this unique way.
It just takes a while, a time when you can avoid all the noise, all the noise, meditate quietly and nourish your heart quietly.
Then, with the trembling green branches and leaves of life, meet the world again with a new look.
Leaves are like this, so are people. And the winter when the leaves are hidden, for me, it may be four years of college.
Such a long time, perhaps such a short time, is actually enough for me to meditate and gain momentum.
During the buffer period of college, I adjusted myself and accumulated wealth. I am really eager to really see the world.
I want to see more clearly and see her outline (round, square or invisible).
See clearly her black-and-white boundary (maybe this boundary doesn't exist at all), and see clearly her truth, goodness and beauty (this is something that I have always doubted whether it exists, and I hope my doubt is superfluous).
However, what can I do when I see these things and see them clearly? I have been thinking about whether these things are meaningful, but I have no ability to explain the word meaning. Maybe it is meaningless to explain the meaning of words, or maybe I am a child and don't understand.
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