I never knew that her illness had reached that stage. Later, my sister told me that my mother often had a pain in her liver all night.
That day, I sat alone in the house and watched the leaves falling outside the window. Mother came in and stood at the window. The chrysanthemums in Beihai are in bloom. Let me push you to have a look. There was a _ _ _ _ _ _ _ expression on her gaunt face. What time? Tomorrow, if you like? She said. She was overjoyed by my answer. Ok, tomorrow. I said. She was so happy that she sat down and stood for a while. Then get ready quickly. Oh, are you bored? A few steps, there is nothing to prepare! She smiled, too, and sat next to me, babbling: After watching chrysanthemums, let's go to imitation food. When I was a child, I liked to eat pea yellow there best. Remember that time I took you to Beihai? You said Yang Shuhua was a caterpillar. When she ran and trampled a caterpillar to death, she suddenly stopped talking. She is more sensitive to words like running and trampling than I am. She went out quietly again.
She went out and never came back.
She was still vomiting blood when the neighbors carried her to the car. I didn't expect her to be so ill. Watching the tricycle go away, I never thought it would be forever.
When the neighbor's boy went to see her behind my back, she struggled to scream. I was told that the last words she said before she fainted were: my sick son and my underage daughter.
It's autumn again, and my sister pushes me to Beihai to see chrysanthemums. Yellow flowers are elegant, white flowers are noble, and purple flowers are warm and deep, splashing and blooming in the autumn wind. I know what my mother didn't finish. So is my sister. When we are together, we must live well.
I miss autumn lyric prose 2. Time is like a running river that never looks back. Walking in a foreign land, I saw the maple leaves on both sides have turned yellow. Think about the maple leaves in my hometown. Vaguely, I remembered the story of the past.
Remember, it was the time when primary school was about to graduate. At that time, I was very playful and naughty, which made my father very angry. Of course, including my teacher. One morning, I got up late. I washed my face and ran to school. However, it is still too late. Hiding at the school gate, afraid to go in, afraid of being caught by the teacher on duty, standing in front of the building and showing his face.
Unfortunately, people are too young to go in. As if the school gate is an abyss, terrible. Finally, I didn't go in until morning exercises. Hide outside, I dare to run home. What I fear most is my father's severe criticism and education. A person, in a trance, hid outside for four days and never came home.
Four days later, I was found in the street by my seriously ill mother and brought home. Not scolded or criticized by his father. At that time, it was Sunday At dinner the next morning, my father only said one word to me. "In these four days, your class teacher has been to our home twice, and I have to see you every day after school." Although this sentence was said by my father, it still made me feel very sorry and guilty. Because I not only worried my parents, but also left a worry and concern for my teacher.
On Monday morning, my father took me to the school gate on his heavy bicycle, staring at me silently without saying a word. I started walking towards the gate of the iron fence. But it stopped again, as if the door was too heavy to push open. Looking back at my father, he stood not far away and looked at me silently. But when I raised my leg, I stopped again. When I turned around, my father had already left. In fact, my father has been watching my every move not far away, but I didn't see it. Finally, I got up the courage to push open the school gate and went in.
On the morning of campus, the sound of books is very loud. Hearing this voice, people feel that a soul in life is stirring. Go to the door of the teacher's class office and shout a report. Get the teacher's permission before you go in. After all, I did something wrong, so I kept my head down. As a result, the first time I saw the teacher, I found a smile on her tired face. After seeing me, the teacher quickly put down the lesson preparation notes and pulled me to a chair to sit down. At that time, I felt my face was very hot, and I wanted to find a crack in the ground, but unfortunately I didn't.
The first sentence, "It's good to be back. We all missed you when you were away, and I hope you can go back to the classroom ... "I wanted to cry, but I didn't cry. Many years later, some people said that I was numb, but I refuted it. Because men have self-esteem and vanity. "You know what? In fact, when I was at school, the conditions were not good either. When I was in high school, my family had cancelled the living expenses, because my brother got married, and finally I was able to finish college at home with my insistence and pleading. " "In fact, I think you must stick to it in the future, whether it is studying or choosing other careers!" I can't forget this sentence until today, and I will always remember it in my heart.
It's been five years. No matter what I do, I always want to do well and pursue perfection. Sometimes, I always think of this sentence! "In fact, I think you must stick to it in the future, whether it is studying or choosing other careers!"
Today is another glorious day. I wish you a happy work and good health!
Just like this yellow maple leaf, it brings my thoughts, blessings and gratitude to my favorite teacher, Li Haixia!
Missing in autumn lyric prose 3 This autumn day is suitable for missing.
Ginkgo biloba leaves flying all over the sky, like a freehand bookmark in Song poetry, have the meaning of old sorrow. Even the blowing wind has carried away the smoke and dust for many years. Old people, old events and old weather are suitable for such a seasonal background as autumn.
In front of Beihai Park, the word "stop and stare" is simple enough, dignified enough, warm enough and kind enough. This feeling surges from the bottom of my heart, and there is a secret unspeakable joy. The soul seems to be hit by something in an instant. It wants to express, get close to and tell, but it always feels vulgar. For many years, it has always existed in my imaginary space, beautiful and vague. However, in my most frustrated moment, I met. All this seems to be God's painstaking arrangement.
I like it not because it is a royal garden, nor because of its pavilions and beautiful scenery. Jin Nong said that there are still people to consider here. I just remembered a person and his words. He is a lonely and rich man. Now the lonely man has gone. The rest is his soul. This man's name is Shi Tiesheng.
He said that chrysanthemums in Beihai are in bloom. That year, he came here in a wheelchair to see chrysanthemums. Yellow flowers are elegant, white flowers are noble, and purple flowers are warm and deep. This is his chrysanthemum, splashing and blooming in the autumn wind. Just like his life, simple and tenacious. Today, I saw these chrysanthemums again. They smiled at the autumn wind and were proud of first frost. But, what about that man? What flower does his soul perch on? Which flower is his incarnation?
The garden was crowded with people. Taking pictures, making noise and screaming, people seem to turn a blind eye to some things. The world is too noisy to hear the voice of the heart. I walked quietly on the tree-lined road. At this moment, silence is the best memory of Sri Lankan people. Silence is also noble, and I think he must agree with it. He traveled all over Beijing in a wheelchair, but he was also very silent. There are questions about life and eternity in silence. The rut is deep and shallow, full of one's literary dream.
Far away, I can see a large remnant of lotus in the lake. Although it has withered, it has no intention of declining. Lotus leaf and lotus leaf, though yellowish, are full and free and easy in middle age. They face the autumn wind and show a different kind of posture beauty. Sunset, autumn water, and the residual lotus in green Liu Xia have a tranquil beauty like oil painting. Incomplete things always contain thrilling beauty. Just like him. A complete soul is enough.
Nietzsche said, love life. The philosopher's words are too abstract, but he explained the breadth and thickness of the word "life" with actions and words.
Many years ago, I read his articles to the students in a vivid voice. I remember the last sentence: if we are together, we must live well. He really lives well and loves well. Can this sentence be said to everyone? How many people have youth, health and wealth, but they don't know how to live well!
I have imagined him walking in the sunset in a wheelchair countless times, imagining him wandering alone at the altar until late at night; I imagined the four seasons he walked alone, and my thoughts were mixed with tears and silence; I imagine his eyes are full of longing for life, love for words and thinking about life. No amount of imagination can touch the great hurt and pain in his heart. However, he is a giant of life. He always smiles and looks at everything calmly, including death. He said that death is an inevitable holiday.
Wandering helplessly at night, when I was troubled by illness, I looked through his words. What generate shouted in those pains brought me strength, confidence and courage again and again.
Walking in the place where he has been, his heart is warm, he is moved by something, and he wants to cry, sing and laugh. I think he might hear it. This is the whisper of one soul to another.
Words are for people who understand. If you understand, I will be fine. I hope his soul, here, is good.
Miss Autumn Lyric Prose 4 Lying in bed listening to the autumn wind whistling outside the window, whistling through the gap between the two buildings. Suddenly I couldn't help but open the window and looked at it. I inadvertently saw the broken moon.
A few days have passed since the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the moon is still exceptionally clear. Looking into the distance, you can see dark mountains, as if there were some deciduous trees. It's surprisingly quiet around. There are no bustling stars in the night sky tonight, but a few clouds are scattered in the sky, which is particularly heavy. A cold wind swept through her hair and ran away howling.
Pay attention to the endless darkness in the distance, and my heart suddenly becomes uneasy. I'm at a loss. Isn't that what I am now? The vast world has no purpose, but goes hand in hand and misses the past obsession. The broken moon, like a machete, stung people's hearts and then touched the uneven and broken dreams. Over the years, hundreds of days and nights have passed, and I always wake up in nightmares. Just like the full moon in Mid-Autumn Festival, I miss my lover far away. I don't know whether she can't sleep peacefully in the moonlit night at the moment, and whether she has autumn homesickness like me.
Up to now, I have been vague about her appearance, only remembering that pure and bright smile. Hate is unforgettable, and love is beautiful. I used to think that love is sweet spring, or boiling under the scorching sun, but I don't know that it is autumn with falling leaves and aggressive deep winter. When you meet the lover of your life at an ignorant age, the ending is obvious. People always don't know how to cherish years ago. Wait until one day really lost, but like a broken moon, no matter how dazzling it is, it is no longer round.
Waiting for the full moon in autumn every year, I gradually understand that he is giving people a little comfort, making the cold heart a little warm in the cold season and more worthy of the cold autumn festival. I remember the first ancient prose written in the Mid-Autumn Festival that year, and the long-standing love letter was handed to those warm little hands. When those eyes looked at me warmly, the corners of their mouths smiled slightly. I'm so happy!
I always hope that time can go back, so that I will never hurt her fragile heart willfully. She needs to be taken care of. A very close friend once told me that girls need to be taken care of. They are born beautiful and watery, just like the lotus pond in the moonlight, so delicate and noble. Looking back in surprise, I realized.
I was just a child and an ignorant teenager that year. I just tell girls that I like you, but I don't know what love is. Didn't do a man's duty, didn't care about her, didn't cherish her with his life. If the waning moon disappears, it still cannot heal the soul. I look forward to seeing her again. This love will last forever.
The autumn wind outside the window still didn't stop, and suddenly I woke up. Tears swirled in my eyes and flowed into my heart. Vaguely see the meteor across the skyline, close your eyes and silently bless the memory of autumn …