Female students' prose recitation 1
Passing by memories, encountering sadness.
At night, the rain in Mao Mao came quietly and fell under my eaves drop by drop. Half-open window, at this time there is wind blowing. I want to hide my gentle voice in my rough words and pour it in a glitz. But the pen and ink mentioned is too light to grasp the wonderful moment, so I have to let my messy thoughts continue to be messy in the noise of the rain.
In a dark corner, I opened an old book that had been shelved for several years, and a withered bookmark slipped gently from the yellow pages. Carefully picked it up, it was a brown maple leaf, and the withered face was no longer fresh and tender, only the withered shell and warm eyes were left.
I am an emotional person, often easily moved by some details, trapped in soft memories, stopped for a thing or a person, and then distracted. Chewing a distant story, the folded fragments are old, but they have no original fragrance. When I swallowed them with tea, they swallowed my soul and left me in a prison. Through time, we can't go back to the past after all. The game is just a dream.
One road, one love. Where it stopped in the past, it still smells like deja vu. When I pass through the sense of smell, melancholy will cross my boundless heart. Miss, then turned into rain with the wind, lost my spring.
You said you were walking in beautiful April. I live in my rainy season in March. Staggered seasons, if you can't catch up with your pace of walking too fast, you will always miss it. Under the same sky, there are two people living in the world, and two hearts can't be close.
The spring breeze in March, still mild and warm, pushed away the clear picture. Just like last night's starry sky, your frivolous smile made me beautiful and colorful every season. After a lifetime, I found that no, all flowers have results, and not all efforts will be rewarded.
I believe that in your eyes, you have never been a poet, but your lover. My gorgeous language permeates your time, not for temptation, not for romance, but for the cry of love.
As time went by, we couldn't catch the last bus. You and I have already disappeared in the sea of people. We are no longer the only one of each other, separated from each other, and have no dependence since then. And I, after all, can't forget myself and get stuck in the quagmire that I can't get out of. The past is memorable, staying at the bottom of the years and becoming a glimpse in the floating light. Brewed love, with mellow wine, will be intoxicating after drinking, and only experience loneliness.
In this life, who gave me the weight of a mountain and made me unhappy? Who buried the affair with his own hands? Fragrance dies, flying flowers are like rain, how can the prosperity of the fleeting time fade a few degrees? On the vast expanse of smoke, there can never be a bright moon floating again. After all, our dust fate has gone with the wind, dust belongs to dust, and soil belongs to soil.
Memories are quiet, sleeping in the corner where no one can see them, sometimes drilling out from the gap in the bottom of my heart, irrelevant, doomed to be unable to dance a song of eternal life. Watching every sunrise with me can only be repeated in dreams, and we can only be passers-by.
Time shuttles back and forth in the cycle of the four seasons, witnessing the myriad changes in the world and the transformation of you and me. A love, but the length of time, has become a farce of leaving early. When I look up from the thick time, I can't see you. This empty city is full of anxiety. Passing by memories, I met sadness again.
Female students' prose recitation manuscript II
Every time you read something, you feel lonely and melancholy; However, this feeling is always unforgettable.
After eight years of ignorance, I finally experienced the passage of time, laughing and sad behind me with countless figures, which makes people remember.
I clearly remember that I wore a yellow and black coat and walked into a new class with a newly bought series of exercises in my hand, a class in which people wanted to stay. I met them in a daze, met them, and remembered their laughter and anger. Every time I think back, there is an indelible smile on my lips. At that time, we laughed and were crazy about something; Obsession and persistence in something. Time has never stopped, and people are not allowed to label too many things with memories. After a long time, the connection seems to be silent. I don't know if you still remember that agreement, do you often think of it? With the growth of age, the appointment in the afternoon is getting deeper and deeper.
As I grow older, my heart seems to be no longer calm. Life after class is always very lively, as if I were forever immersed in those rows of days, laughing with them, being bored together, singing together, running together on the court and always in a messy dormitory. After we parted, we agreed to get together every time, but some people couldn't, which made people feel sorry every time.
Eight years later, it is often not that we have forgotten our memories, but that our memories have forgotten us. These memories should not have been mentioned like this.
Every sleepless night, I will think of the past, my former classmates and you. The pace of our progress has stepped on the society, the campus is getting farther and farther away from us, and our youth is also rushing forward at this pace. We are as confused as the background in the movie. Although we will not penetrate deeply into our present life in an instant, it will leave us with pain without source and become the last bell to announce the burial of youth. When the bell rings, the reverberation is around the beam, and there is my blessing in the reverberation. I hope this blessing can bring happiness and happiness to your life, my friend!
Female student prose recitation manuscript 3
Sweep away the noise and return to peace. Night bugs croak, the balcony is shallow, and the curtains move. I have long been unaccustomed to such brushstrokes.
Write a paragraph, with the deletion of the cursor, those words always seem to be not appropriate enough to perfectly reproduce everything in the past.
The pen tip still slides with my thoughts in disorder.
I have a bad memory, but I have no choice but to remember a lot of what you said. Hehe, maybe even you will be surprised when I mention them again! However, I don't know whether you are surprised by my memory or your own amnesia.
When I think of someone, I will inevitably freeze the picture to the moment I first saw it, but I can't remember it at all. I have been vague for a long time, only remembering that long black hair.
I only remember that year on Christmas Eve, I received my first blessing: a big apple. After I couldn't find anyone, I had a delicious meal. Fate played a trick on me dramatically, because I didn't know where the blessing came from at first, so I never knew gratitude.
I also want to, who is this from? Perhaps such a blessing is too popular, and my deliberate attention will seem too rash and romantic, and finally, it will go away. But such things, even if no one mentions them again, I will remember them silently for a long time, because I didn't think how long it would take before I was ready to forget them, so I just let them turn around in my annual ring.
And I, however, never have a chance to be grateful.
Later, I witnessed their stories, but they all ended in sadness. And I, like an episode that runs through the story, can finally write the sadness at that time unabashedly. After the song, maybe no one will notice you in the corner of the stage.
I am willing to be an outsider, at least I can wipe your tears occasionally! There are some questions I have never asked you. I don't know whether I am worried about my honesty or that you are not honest enough.
Finally, you said that you no longer believe in love.
I always walk behind you. When you finish, we haven't started yet. In order to transition to understanding you, what should I use to fill the emotional gap?
For a time, I always dreamed of walking with you one night, but that kind of thing was always just a fantasy! Even if I could go back now, it would never happen.
Remember that song you sang to me? Remember that diary you showed me? Those bits and pieces are vivid, maybe no one has ever done this to me! It was not until a long time later that I heard her say that I was a loveless child that I realized that I seemed to take everything too seriously. If fate is doomed to miss mercilessly, I will only believe it.
Later, the two separated and the story could not continue. Occasionally, we can contact each other, but we are already people in different stories.
Finally, someone told me the secret of blessing Christmas Eve, but I never asked you. It was not until a long time later that I pretended not to mention it. I'm glad you remember this, but how can I be grateful?
During that long holiday, I wrote and drew on paper, as if trying to write my time as a memoir. I wrote a few chapters and finally gave up. Is it what I imagined? Finally, I don't even want to think about it anymore. Go where I belong!
I remember that there is a scene in geometry: two straight lines on different planes will have a nearest point. After the nearest point, it will only drift away. Fortunately, because there is no intersection, there is no harm, no love, and goodbye is not surprising.
This ending is undoubtedly the most satisfactory!
After that, it was my turn to tell my story. I met her, a silly but lovely girl!
And I remember, you are still blessing.
If you write down your memories, will you feel lighter? I don't know, either. But I know you are doing well now, and I just want your blessing now, my friend, you know? Wish you happiness, too.
One day, if you see these words, will you smile and close your eyes like me?
I just want to bless you!
Give yourself a dream.
On a starry night
Deep dreams in the clouds