Dancing in July, embracing August prose 1 July, in full swing, quietly leaving between fingers, only a wisp of fashion with blazing temperature lingers on the threshold of August for a long time! Wave goodbye to July and warmly embrace the long-lost August!
In July, the whole season is burning, and the temperature in summer soars to the extreme, testing the endurance of people and everything with hot temperature. Finally, when the limit approached, the arrival of August, like a timely rain, extinguished the burning fireball. Although the residual temperature is still arrogant, the autumn wind is waiting for the call of the season change, and it will sweep the night with lightning speed.
In August, it made its grand debut in the loud hymn of the pigeon whistle accompanied by the bugle. Flagpole red flag flutters with the wind, the lineup of the three armies is well-equipped, and the hands of land, sea and air are different. The soldiers are mighty and majestic! On the parade ground, the heroic spirit is soaring, and China's military strength can be compared with it. After 90 years of hard work, it has become a body of steel and a mainstay of China's ambition!
In August, the bright sunshine brings dreams and gains, the hope of sowing in spring and the hardship of cultivating in summer. This August, the first clue, more than half a year. As long as we work harder, I hope we will bear fruitful results in the branches of the years! You see, vilen in autumn is already glowing with gratifying gold. Listen, under the grape trellis, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are already preparing to meet! The mist in the morning puts a veil on you, the clouds at noon are within reach, and the evening breeze brings a curtain of elegant dreams, and you fall asleep sweetly in the melody of serenade!
In August, the loud military songs are sonorous and powerful, and the horn of charge resounds through the sky, giving people endless strength and unremitting efforts! With great respect for soldiers, let's study hard the spirit of soldiers' tenacious struggle, no fear of hardship, no fear of fatigue, no bloodshed, no sweat and no tears, and contribute to the prosperity of the motherland. Let the life concept of the state-owned family be perfectly interpreted! Say goodbye to July, embrace August, look back, and have no regrets. Go ahead, sunshine avenue, be brilliant and create a complete life!
Dancing in July and Embracing August Prose II. Midsummer light year, see you in July.
On the last day of July, I ordered papaya stewed frog in China and steamed egg tart with pine nuts. In these petty bourgeoisie tunes, bid farewell to July. This July, never again.
July is decadent and lazy. On the pretext of hot weather, everything ran aground, but there was nothing I could do. I give up every day. It seems that I am satisfied with the relaxation in July, but I am still eager to be ignited by passion. However, the enthusiasm in July still can't melt the frozen world.
In July, grapes are ripe, watermelons are sweet, apples are green, and all kinds of fruits and vegetables compete for favor. In the changing years, green, red, orange, white, green and purple are in a mess. Of all the colors, only the bright one is light, cooked with mung bean porridge and tremella soup.
In July, there were poems written in cotton cloth. Under the slender pen and ink of plain hand, a few simple words. Swimsuits opened on the beach, one after another, look so smart and elegant. Denim skirts and flats tell the story of July. Holding the hand of the beloved girl, the man in July is gentle. Play the melody of July, Beethoven's pathos, the dance of * * *, the beauty of waltz and the time of merry-go-round.
In July, ice and fire are two days. Indoor is the coffee table of green tea and purple sand, and outdoor is scorching in the hot sun. I can calm down and hear the endless cicada singing, which has disturbed my original calm mood. Simply let unrestrained enthusiasm, a Ma Pingchuan.
It is very hot in July. The hotter the weather, the more you like running. In the hot sun, looking for lotus flowers and asking for willows. During the summer vacation, people went to the places they yearned for. There are skirts fluttering by the sea, Potala Palace in Tibet, blue sky and white clouds in Xinjiang and snow-capped mountains and lakes in Gannan. It's too far away. It's full of children's childhood and adults' world.
In July, I went wandering with my beloved. It is said that the border in July is more charming because of love. Yes, the meteor in the sky, across the bottom of my heart, will leave a sound. These are the most beautiful scenery, because there is love.
In July, time flows quietly. Between movement and static, Bodhi turns in his hand. In the air-conditioned room, you can't hear the rain or shine outside. It was written. I forgot it was a story. I write too much, for fear that I will forget it one day. I can follow this handwriting and walk through the flame of youth again, because of noon, until I grow old safely.
I just left in July this year. Never come back.
I have to admit, stepping on the tail at the end of the month again, I began to regret it again. ...
Not because there are too many unfinished things and unfinished wishes, but because there are too many meaningful and memorable things in July and August when there is no pressure, so I let it drift ... I began to despise myself. I used to make excuses for my laziness, but now, I mainly make excuses for my cowardice ... after all, I am just a person who has no courage to face reality and analyze feelings.
I often wonder: Now, am I grown up, mature and pessimistic, so I learned to face it, know how to give up, feel all kinds of difficulties that two people, even a family, have to bear in the process of combining, and have to go through all kinds of tempering, so I have a deeper understanding of everything when love and marriage meet. When the little sweetness of two people collides with the big difference between the two families, I should be self-righteous and unchangeable. It became vulgar ... From being in a dilemma to no way back, I challenged the defense line in my heart again and again, that kind of sadness and unwillingness, that kind of despair and forbearance, walking on thin ice ... What defiled the perfect love I used to be proud of ... When I saw the picture of falling in love with Tong from breaking up, I felt the same way all the time, only to find out that no one had defiled their love, even the perfect love. Will also be defeated by the details of life, love is an illusory ideal, but marriage is a real life. There are no eternal winners on this thorny road. Only by supporting and cherishing each other can we go on forever. ...
Fortunately, despite all the difficulties, we persisted firmly. Throughout July, we wandered between major real estates and stood at the fork in the road of life. For the first time, we realized the confusion and helplessness of making choices for our future ... It seems that it has been half a century from finding a goal to locking it, from making a final decision to waiting for the result. The long expectation and endless pain are devouring me all the time, which keeps me awake at night ... In early August, he and I got the certificate before we could choose a good day, which coincided with our meeting at Queqiao on Tanabata Day, and drew an imperfect end to the hard-won feelings for so many years ... Two major events in life passed so lightly, although it was hasty afterwards, everything seemed so logical that it should have happened long ago ... It seems that I am destined to be a good boy honestly in my life. ...
This July and August passed quickly, forgetting the busyness of summer vacation and the hard work of running around, but remembering the love that was never valued by my mother very clearly. Knowing that I got the certificate, I got angry the day before and yelled at me, no matter what I did. The old couple went to the bank early the next morning to remit money to me, telling me not to wronged myself when I went out ... My tears stopped when I hung up the phone. Affection is priceless and can't be expressed in thousands of words ... Please believe that our daughter's choice, with your fetters and blessings, is our greatest happiness and happiness in this life. ...
In July and August this year, it's time to replay pearls. Relive the classics in your spare time, sometimes with tears in your eyes, sometimes with tears in your eyes. I was laughed at and criticized by a bunch of friends. Although I know that I have already passed the age of being crazy about love, I will still be moved by the immortal love in the play. Speaking of feelings, no one dares to be with you ... to read other people's stories and shed their own tears. Life is not. The past is gone forever, and what comes back is no longer perfect. Some people live nearby, but far away. Some people live in memories, but they are unforgettable ... I once said: the reality is too cruel. If I don't go to see something shocking, I'm afraid my heart will become hard one day ... I'm a broken child who longs to be loved, cared for and moved ... Maybe some people will say that I have never seen a pig like you, hehe.
This July and August, has the dust settled? Perhaps, this is just the beginning ... Dear, with your usual smile, keep working hard. ...
Dancing in July, Embracing in August Essay 4 Due to the influence of El Ni? o weather, rainstorm and flood fighting became the theme of the whole July.
Since the beginning of summer, continuous rainstorms have raged from south to north, and many cities have flooded into the sea. The middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River were the most seriously affected, people's production and life were seriously affected, property losses were heavy, and some areas even suffered heavy casualties. The people of the whole country are concerned about the disaster area, and the people's soldiers fought against floods and rescued them, and they were United in their efforts, which finally protected the safety of one side of the people.
Mud covered my trouser legs and sweat soaked my back. See you in July and hello in August. Prose and poetry. The photos of soldiers' feet festering because they were soaked in water for too long are shocking and make us feel distressed; They built the Great Wall for flood control with flesh and blood, which made us cry. They are worthy of being people's soldiers, they are the most lovely people!
The enthusiasm of the people aroused by the soldiers finally found an outlet in the South China Sea arbitration case led by the United States and the Philippines, and unprecedented patriotic enthusiasm was ignited, which blew a whirlwind of "China cannot be less" in the circle of friends.
Dancing in July Embracing in August Prose Endless Sorrow in May and July
I thought I could reap a little sweetness in July, but I didn't expect it to give me a head-on blow It's like encountering a sudden heavy rain in a sunny spring. The pain of a head-on blow suddenly spread from the top of the head to the whole body. I lost my mind for a moment, and the next moment my eyes filled with eager hope appeared. How can I tell them this fact that I don't want to accept? Until I left the computer, I was always flustered and couldn't find a solution to the problem.
I always thought I was strong and not easy to be defeated, but now I am confused by a small difficulty and have no direction to go. I always thought I was strong, but at this moment, I was in tears. A loud voice came from above the darkness: "Don't be depressed. Aren't we young? What does it matter to repeat a year? " Yes, how could I forget? But after that, should I think more questions and face more choices? How difficult it is for me, what's more, I am a hesitant person.
August, unknown direction
I'm at a loss, I'm at a loss, I'm very at a loss. I was anxious when I retired. If it weren't for another volunteer solicitation, I wouldn't have to consider so many questions. But in the end, I even missed the second chance to be a volunteer. In hesitation again and again, I made mistakes again and again, which led to a mess in my life in August.
However, in August, I was more hesitant, I didn't know the future direction, and I didn't thank you at the beginning. I wander between backward and forward, whether forward or backward, it is so difficult.
Days, day by day, the fog seems to be slowly dispersed, and the road seems to be gradually clear, but why do I always feel that this world is not so simple? I live a hard life, but I don't necessarily live well.
September, another kind of chaos
Come to the place where you dream of taking off with passion, but don't want to be thrown into the region. 18 years old, I finally realized the real loneliness and despair. Only you face it alone, no one can share it for you. The anger after the derailment is so strong, however, it is not so important because of deep loneliness and despair. However, in the face of reality, we are all so small, let alone a smaller me. What can I do but accept?
Although I am still full of doubts, time will not wait for you, so I started an unknown journey with full doubts.
Problems will always come out, and problems will appear constantly, but they are still ignored, because of the cruelty of reality and perhaps because of our smallness.
Since I can't change the cruelty of reality, I will try my best to adapt to its cruelty, become stronger and avoid harm.
Dancing in July and Embracing August Prose 6 [1]
At dusk in June, an air-cooled fireworks was silent. It's sunny on July 7, can you be clearer?
As usual, with the first light before dawn, I was sleepy, opened my sleepy eyes and looked at the white sky outside the window, lazy and decadent, unwilling to start this day.
In the summer morning, the birds spread their wings, and the crisp and pleasant sound lingered in their ears. The sky was a fish-belly white. Just around the corner, thinking about it within reach will make my heart happier and warmer. The warmth of wanting to hug urges me forward, but I see the radiant light in generate, reflecting the lingering shadow of the charm of life.
The midsummer wind is destined to be less gentle and more hot and dreary. On the lake, layers of turbulence are wind-wrinkled acacia. There is nowhere to go, and there is no way to calm down. It can only go back and forth in a small world and then hide quietly.
The bright sunshine accompanied me all the way, and the world outside the window was covered with layers of light and shadow, vaguely surging with those pictures, and my heart had been vaguely warmed, which once seemed to be happy. Looking leisurely, asking the oath of the horizon, there is no answer.
The sky in front of us is blue, beautiful like tears, embedded in the bottom of my heart into flowers, pale like crystal ice, inaccessible warmth.
Clouds, as light as cotton, hazy as smoke, hazy as fog, crystal clear as snow, flowing and beautiful, freehand brushwork the nightmares of the past years in different forms, such as poetry as a dream, elegant as dust. However, people's hearts can never stand the perfection and destruction of white clouds and pale dogs.
The distance between the earth and the sky is out of reach. Looking at each other in the world is an immortal legend in this life
Always on the road, keep your body and mind busy, and you won't be lonely. Throw away all the vicissitudes of life and pay homage to the heart that is about to sail. Don't give up and never look back. Sad, but also comfort with a smile. Heartache, still clutching forward.
I don't want to grow old in silence. I just want to gather the fragrance of thorns and spread the story that this is not a perfect life.
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With a cold heart, to meet a misty rain and a world of mortals, no matter whether the outcome is happy or sad, you need a little bright thought.
When the grass grows and the warbler flies, it blooms in spring, when the summer flowers bloom, it pours a warm Zhan Yan, when the maple is red, the acacia flies, and when the snow dance blows, the thoughts are clear. ...
Being carried by the car, wobbling and sleepy, dreaming that there is no end ahead, this kind of running never stops, without recalling the past, looking forward to the future, not being brave, not deliberately smiling with blood and tears, and continuing to be decadent and beautiful with endless thoughts and dreams.
Looking around, the green hillside is covered with green bristlegrass, and a piece of dark yellow reveals the unique vicissitudes of life, swaying and fluttering in the wind, which is extremely determined and heavy. Watching the world of mortals warm and cold, gathering and parting, watching the passage of time, autumn frost dyeing the heart, is incompatible with this season.
Red, yellow, purple, white, mountain flowers are in full bloom, dandelions are flying like snow, reflecting the sunshine, and Qilixiang is lingering in my heart, and my thoughts will open a gentle net and diffuse freely.
Standing on the bridge, looking at the countless splashes under the bridge, like a baptism of the world, trying to restore the original appearance of the world. I tried to find fairy-tale innocence in this crystal fluttering. Every spray is a story. Is there me, you, him and her, and the endless afterlife?
Before the ancient Buddha, I made several sincere wishes. I dare not expect my dream to come true. I just want to enjoy my heart, just want a peace of mind. In fact, many times, two people are tearing at each other crazily. One is full of expectations, and the other is to learn to be casual and resigned. So, chase everything, put everything down and finish everything.
In the evening, the sun went down and my mind began to rest. Crisp cicadas are ringing in my ears, and pines are blowing around me. The tangled vines extend infinitely upward, as if reaching the horizon, and birds are free to go back and forth in the sky, crossing the traces of joy.
By the lake, willows and weeping willows are graceful. On the lake, fish are swimming. Leisure anglers are quiet and focused, and the surrounding scenery and passers-by have become furnishings. The boat passed by, and the lake beat against the river bank, swinging a fresh melody and beating my heart, and my heart became graceful.
At the beginning of Deng Hua, there were thousands of lights flashing every second, and there was warm light under every window, which was extremely quiet and peaceful, making that delicate and cool heart smile warmly, and the air was filled with fragrance and softness.
It's just that everything in this world dissipates in a hurry, and there's no place where I can feel safe?
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Quiet place, quiet time, often with a blank face.
Along the way, for that poor pride and persistence, everything became static, just like a world without oxygen. You need a little flowing breath. Even if the air is thin, you will struggle to wake up and laugh like a flower. From then on, let go, forget, fulfill, and watch you leave with a look of regret in this life. From then on, I missed you very much and began to wander alone.
I dare not open the curtains, leaving only a small gap for me to see. This kind of wait-and-see and appreciation can keep some thoughts in my heart without seeing the beauty and ugliness of this world too clearly, so that I won't despair at present, and it may be completely possible in the future.
Reflect spoony figure in spoony eyes, relive tenderness with a leisurely mood, and carve fine lines intermittently with trembling fingertips ... Life is pale and hard, and the heart is inevitably fragile, but when habit becomes dependence, everything can't get rid of it.
When you are alone, you will be inexplicably flustered and uneasy, feel suddenly helpless and collapsed, and tears will quietly flow down. So, I want to leave, leave this familiar place, embark on an unexpected journey, find a strange place, make my dying life more vivid and fragrant, and look for light in countless open and tight wheels of life.
The cycle of happiness and sadness, the entanglement of laughter and tears, the release of silence and noise, and the helplessness of gathering and parting are all taken away, or intoxicated, or drowned, unwilling to talk. Give everything to time, only to find that time makes deep things deeper and shallow things shallower. What you remember is unforgettable after all, and sadness is far more profound than happiness.
Stay in the silent world for too long, always afraid of waking up one day, only to find that I can't make a sound, so I long for a quiet talk. Drinking with my long-time friend * *, I was as calm as telling other people's stories, but I finally choked up. It turns out that you can only get used to drinking loneliness, and no one can ferry for you except yourself.
Love is too deep to live, the world of mortals is bitter, the rivers and lakes are far away, and I never want to go far. However, too many people can't help it, too many feelings have to be done, and finally they are unforgettable, implanted in the bone marrow, unable to get away easily, laughing with tears in endless time, exhausting all the joy.
Wisdom is bound to hurt people, and people who prefer to be confused and ignore it are happier. However, you are so sensitive and cautious. If you can't get the person who is pure, absolute and clear-headed, you will be willing to be hurt, even if you become a stranger and never meet each other again.
Who can tell me what decision I made in my last life before I dare to forget it? What attitude should I take to finish this life? What kind of courage should I use to open the afterlife?
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Write a kind of mood, say a kind of missing, the fingertips are messy and full of scattered.
The wind blows the pool surface, sparkling, and the lotus leaves are endless. The lotus flowers bloom gracefully, and the pink color, cold face and elegant feelings are slowly spread out in this season, singing the charm of Tang poetry and the elegance of Song poetry, splashing ink into a romantic moon.
Time flies, half bright and half dark. Life has a prosperous left hand and a lonely right hand. Memory, left eye laughs, right eye cries. Good times have worn away the edges and corners, worn away the soul, and the Chinese New Year has disappeared, filtering everything into endless holes, empty hearts and empty vows. No one wins or loses, and each has its own wonderful things.
The closer you want to get, the farther away you are. The more I want to hug, the colder I feel. The more afraid, the more inescapable. Life is not what we want to do. We can't choose. No matter how hard it is, we can only grit our teeth and walk through it with a smile.
A book tossed and turned in my hand. I don't know what I mean and I don't want to read anything. I just want to stop my wandering eyes, stop my trembling hands and calm my restless heart.
A tearful picture, a poetic text, and a soothing melodious music made Tao drunk my heart and lost my mind. Suddenly, tears filled my cheeks and I was shocked. In this fascinating devotion and intoxication, I seem to see my own deep and shallow footprints, stumbling and struggling, and I seem to have a premonition of the doomed ending, sadness and emptiness.
I can't go back to the bloody romance, and I can't touch the love of the whole city. Many years later, I discovered that my long-term obsession was not for Iraqis, but for an old time, when loneliness invaded my blood, congested my chest, neglected to knot, and piled up into a lonely fireworks burning the city, binding it with loneliness, remoteness, beauty and desolation.
Years have settled safely, and love has forced it to turn around. Today, the lonely face of ice and snow, like a blue heart, stands in the world of mortals empty-handed, without joys and sorrows, yearning for years, and it is even more impossible to continue the pursuit of eternity.
Please give me a corner, allow me a period of time and give me half a life. Should I be grateful and respectful even if I have been displaced all my life?
At the beginning of July, flowers are blooming. Heart, faint loneliness. People are lonely, lonely. Just, goodbye to the old days.