Selected essays on lyric prose 1: I let the first ray of sunshine in the morning warm its body, and I let the first drop of rain and dew moisten its heart. I will wait here quietly for it to open.
Dream is the seed of a flower, called "dream flower". It blooms on the same land as alfalfa, starry sky, iris and dandelion, and is particularly delicate and charming against other flowers.
I got a bunch of seeds of' Dream Flower' by chance. I planted it in a pot and waited for it to open. I brought it back in summer and irrigated it with sweet spring water. I move it out in autumn and shine it with warm sunshine. In winter, I put it in the snow and let the wind and frost blow. In spring, I put it in my bedroom and watched it open quietly. Finally, I saw its petals are so beautiful.
The dream in my heart is like this "dream flower" to bloom, which needs time to hone, wind and rain to blow, and sweet spring water to irrigate. Maybe its petals are not so beautiful, but I still think it is the most beautiful, because I pay too much attention to it.
The dream in my heart is like this "dream flower" to be released. If it is polluted and refuses to open, I will cultivate it with fertile soil, irrigate it with clean water and purify it with pure heart. Maybe it's worth the money, but I still have to pay without regrets, because its opening is my beautiful wish, so I can do it without regrets.
The dream in my heart is like this "dream flower" to be released. It drives my mood. If it smiles at the sun, I will be very happy. If it is blue, I will be unhappy. If it blooms in the sun, I will jump happily in the sun. Some people may think I'm stupid, but so what, because I can bear all the gossip because of my dream.
For me, The Flower of Dreams is like a candle that gives me hope when I am desperate, a compass that gives me direction when I am confused, and a home that gives me support when I am lonely. This is my dream, and I am looking forward to its opening.
Fan Wener: At noon on Father's Day, open the mobile phone WeChat, full of happy Father's Day wishes. Of course, there are different forms, but in the end, it's just the father's hard work, strength, responsibility, loneliness and so on. And the method has not changed much with Mother's Day. I should be complacent, but I don't know why. Looking at it, I always feel a little wrong. Admittedly, I am also from my father's generation, so I am very uncomfortable with the festivals given to my generation by society.
After lunch, I still struggled with this question and began to look for an explanation. Open the theme list of festivals, which can be roughly divided into: solar terms, such as Spring Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival; Events: National Day, Arbor Day; Religious and folk traditions: Dragon Boat Festival and Lantern Festival; Birthdays, anniversaries, etc. Of the deceased; There are also social groups: Women's Day, Mother's Day, Children's Day, and Old People's Day. However, I found that festivals for groups are generally relatively weak groups in society and need to attract social attention, love and help. The cultural connotation is to awaken people's sympathy and conscience, advocate people to participate in social welfare, and protect them with the strength of powerful groups. In this way, society can continue to develop and human beings can thrive. So don't brag about the vested interests of society.
From primitive society to modern civilization, human society has experienced matriarchal society, paternal society and civilized and equal society. Moreover, due to the continuation of inertia, there are still many traces of male dominance in society. Perhaps, this is the natural balance of society, just like the adjustment under the condition of market economy. However, how sad it is to suddenly care about men's living conditions, crown men with "Father's Day" and wave flags to let men enter the disadvantaged groups! What I lament is not the status of men, but the rebellion of society. Are we going back to the matriarchal society? For the welfare of raising pigs. The wheel of history is rolling forward irreversibly. Then, the social atmosphere can only go backwards. The current disharmony should be an illusion of society, and I believe it will be fleeting.
As a strong individual, men should bear more social responsibilities. They are the main builders of social development and the vested interests of society. It is natural for that man to pay for all ages, women and children, and there is no reason to ask for social praise. As a father, you married and had children. It is your bounden duty to support your wife and children, and it is also your duty to educate your children for the continuation of your spirit. How to have a "Father's Day" and paint yourself as a sissy? Ridiculous!
On this day, I dare not write any more, and I will be scolded if I go out. It's just that I personally look at Father's Day from different angles.
Lyric Prose Fan Wenxuan 3: Wangxiang Road is wide, and hometown is everywhere.
In the days of spring, I am full of homesickness. Walking in this muddy forest, you can't escape naturally. Whenever I look up at the blue sky or get close to flowers and plants, rows of iron-boned behemoths always pass by loudly, as if showing off the industrial miracle of this era all the time. Man claims to be a child of nature. However, we pull out our mother's bones, gnaw at her skin, and arbitrarily discharge everything that cannot be discharged. We murder the most free and lovely creatures, choose the most beautiful ones to skin them and make bloody so-called furs. Are we venting our luxury or imitating those dead bodies? We destroy the vastest forest, pick the tallest trees, tear off their bones and muscles, cut them into pieces and make so-called precious furniture. Are we enjoying the envy of others? Or bury yourself in a green tomb? My hometown is not far away, but there is always a trace of homesickness, because my hometown should be fertile and full of green fields. My hometown should be blue sky and bright moon, boundless green grass, those partners, those birds, our base camp among the trees, tadpoles in the pond after the rain, morning glory with dew on the fence, those clouds, those lights,
I can't find any trace. Our hometown has been swallowed up by our secularity. In this way, we are just travelers lost in this materialistic vanity fair, or even clowns. Buried in a cement cage every day, facing the ever-present TV and computer, they numb you, kill you, promote fame and fortune, and pay tribute to people who worship money. However, people's desires are infinite, and your own body is just a container, which can't accommodate too much enjoyment. As Zhou said, all these are beyond the scope of psychological satisfaction, but it is disgusting to call them spiritual enjoyment.
And this satisfaction brings the narrowness and atrophy of the spiritual dimension.
Ask yourself, do you dare to appreciate the magnificence of thatched cottages with one mountain and one mountain in the storm? Do you dare to fight against the boundless ocean with huge waves? Do you dare to quietly lie on the lake in the forest and meditate on Luming Literature? Do you dare to go upstream and concentrate on enjoying the beautiful moon over the plateau?
Perhaps this naturalism is extreme, but this society is too mediocre. We live in this world, and sometimes we have no choice. There is a poem that can be changed like this: the white mountains are grey, the water is boundless, the wind of a gentleman is long, and the mountains are high. Perhaps, it is the most important thing for a person to be more or less free and easy in his heart, calm in the face of life's advance and retreat, and indifferent in the face of gains and losses. There is no contradiction between being born or entering the WTO. After all, everything we do is meaningless in the face of the final result. But if you just escape into Buddhism and Taoism, it will be too empty for ordinary people. We can use our true nature to face the rolling world of mortals, but we can also keep a little antique, leave a beauty for nature and find a hometown for our soul.
The winding path is long, and the whole place is home.
I have time to reflect on how long it has been looking up at the stars with the people I like.
Model essay 4: Into the ocean of sunshine, I am as small as sand. Who can tell me where the value of life lies? How should I find it? -inscription
Dark clouds moved quickly, insolently covering the sun, and the earth fell into a desolate and cold silence. The sun set in a rage, and even the dark clouds could not be seen. Darkness, opaque darkness, sweet darkness, lonely darkness.
Because you can't see others, others can't see their own tears. Darkness is the best disguise for people's fragile hearts.
On that day, it was rainy and rainy, and raindrops kept falling from the sky, as if they had left for three thousand years. I am sad and unhappy, and I can't sleep. Staring blankly at a place in the dark, empty and dark.
There seems to be no happiness now.
My body is very tired after a groggy night's sleep. Open your sore eyes, a ray of sunshine shines through the window, and the beam emits a warm and pure breath, like a girl's soft hair band. I can't help looking at it and reaching out to touch an object that doesn't exist.
Instantly moved, my heart softened and melted.
Shiny light belt, carefully wrapped around the injured heart, no longer painful, the sun is really gentle, a little bit through.
I can't help laughing. Maybe I can't see it, but my whole body is trembling with joy. It's so beautiful.
I want to melt my whole body, throw myself into this pure sunshine, forget my troubles, forget everything and enjoy supreme happiness. How I want to die in this sunshine, even the next moment, and fall into a hell without a nose.
Yue Xian was in my ear, the wind was whispering softly, and I found that I was drunk, drunk in the wine that forgot my troubles. Looking up, peach blossoms are falling from the air and floating gently on the water.
I became a ray of sunshine.