"Life" When laughter dies in silence, when confidence becomes lost, when I approach the footsteps of my dreams, am I still firm and persistent? When the smile is lost in the desert of my heart, when the frost and snow freeze the promise of family, is my helpless heart still fresh and green? Who doesn't long for harvest, who hasn't suffered, who doesn't want the branches of life to be full of richness, and who is willing to turn hope into flowers in dreams. Between reality and ideal, the constant is trudge, between gloom and glory, the constant is development. No one wants to get rid of the fetters of the secular and let his life be spent in mediocrity. Pack your luggage well, and you can reach the same brilliant end from different starting points. There is no right or wrong in life, and success always belongs to the strugglers.
Second, Bi Shumin.
Remind happiness: in short, happiness is a moment without pain. He appears no less frequently than we thought. People often just pick up the golden mane on the ground when the happy golden carriage is driving away and say, I have seen it. People like happy specimens, but ignore the moment when happiness is covered with dew and emits fragrance. At that time, we often walked in a hurry, back and forth, not knowing what we were busy with. Some people in the world predict typhoons, locusts, plagues and earthquakes, but no one predicts happiness.
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About friendship: Friendship is profound because there are no requirements, whether balanced or unbalanced. The poet Zhou Tao described a profound balance: "Two trees talked noisily for a long time in summer and saw each other's yellow leaves falling in the autumn wind. They were silent for a while and said goodbye to each other,' See you next summer' "Chuchu wrote a profound imbalance:" I really want to live well for you, but I am very tired. Before the end of my life, you didn't come, but I looked at you later and I fell here. They are all unrequited depravity and poetic nobility.
Fourth, Zhu Ziqing.
Moonlight on the lotus pond: the lotus pond is far and near, with high trees and low trees and the most willows. These trees surround a lotus pond; Only on one side of the path, there are some gaps, which seem to be reserved for moonlight. An example of the color of trees is cloudy, which at first glance looks like a cloud of smoke; But the abundance of willows can be recognized in the smoke. There are distant mountains on the treetops, just a little careless. There are still one or two lamps leaking through the cracks in the tree. What is listless is the eyes of those who are sleepy. At this time, the most lively are cicadas in the tree and frogs in the water; But the excitement is theirs. I have nothing.
Verb (abbreviation of verb) Yang Zimin
Yearning: I yearn for it. What do you crave? I often ask myself this question and sometimes I get tongue-tied. The joys and pains of the world evaporate on the earth, condense into clouds in the sky of the soul, or shed showers or pour snowstorms. This sweet and bitter water is sucked by the root of the soul, giving birth to a desire, just like the root of a tree, stretching its branches, sticking out of the ground and reaching into the sky to spy out a world that has never been seen in the soil and pursue the green leaves, flowers and fruits that contain the secrets of the future.
Prose is a narrative literary genre, which expresses the author's true feelings and flexible writing style. The word "prose" probably appeared in the period of Taiping and Xingguo in the Northern Song Dynasty (65438+February 976-165438+9841October).
"Ci Hai" thinks? Since the Six Dynasties in China, in order to distinguish verse from parallel prose, all prose articles (including historical classics) that do not rhyme or rearrange even order are collectively called "prose". Then it refers to all literary genres except poetry.
With the development of time, the concept of prose has changed from broad sense to narrow sense and has been influenced by western culture.