1. Prose Poetry: Three Tears
The first tear I shed for you was when I read the love letter filled with sweet words - I was moved. The second tear I shed for you was the moment you turned around and left after quarreling with me - sad. The third tear shed for you is the joy when we meet again and hug each other tightly. Three tears engraved our emotional experience, which is worth cherishing in my heart and keeping forever.
2. Tears Know (Prose)
Many times, the past cannot be missed. I have lost the yellowed little photos, I have lost the things that I once saved a lot of, and I have lost the withered memories. I reach out and can't catch anything. Perhaps, there are always some things that will remain at the bottom of life, with deep and shallow traces. When your heart gently brushes against them, you will no longer feel pain, only numbness.
Drinking coffee, it tastes bitter. Happiness and sadness, everything is in the past, but you can still feel the truth and touch, hypocrisy and sadness. Tears quietly dripped into the coffee cup, a transparent liquid.
I remember someone said: "When you can't help but shed tears, open your eyes wide and don't blink. You will see the whole process of the world from clear to blurry, heart, Become clear the moment the tears fall!"
Love becomes a habit after a long time; pain becomes a mark after a long time; hate becomes a burden after a long time. Love without passion, from fiery to dull, may be the eternity we have been pursuing. Although we don’t know, will this plainness still be so intoxicating? Just waiting, no matter whether time dilutes everything, the heart is still in its original position, beating persistently in its stubborn way and speed. . .
"In your life, a person is happy when he meets someone who knows how to love you with all his heart or meets someone who is worthy of your love with all his heart."
What you have is often not what you have. It's the best, so I don't know how to cherish it. Maybe, at this time, waiting is better than having it!
Love is just a momentary feeling. Love is not an adventure, but when we have love in an adventure, we are already destined to be separated. People who are suitable for each other until the end are meant for each other from the beginning.
"If there are two people in the world who are destined to love each other, then before they meet. He and she will walk towards each other every step of the way, impartially, no matter how impossible it is"
I believe this. Believe in the destined encounter and separation. A caring person will always remember the other person no matter how far away they are. Unintentional people are close at hand but far away. If your love stays in the past, it only belongs to that time; if your love stays in life, it will become eternal, even beyond eternity!
Perhaps, we all want to forget some things forever, such as scars, and we want to capture some things forever, such as heartbeat.
Baby Annie once said: "Some things can be forgotten, some things can be remembered, some things can be done willingly, and some things can never be done."
You Everything will be forgotten, but tears will not. Maybe, for a long time, we won't cry anymore. No matter we are hurt or distressed, we will just look at it with cold eyes, or disappear in the laughter and slapstick.
Always, tears accompany time and will not melt.
I think everything will eventually become a dried specimen. . .
It’s just that tears know
3. Love is like a drop of tear (prose)
There is a kind of encounter called fate, a kind of feeling called innocence, and a kind of love. The liquid is called tears, and there is a feeling called heartbreak.
Don’t cry, my beloved, I am blooming like an epiphyllum tonight. When I was most beautiful, I withered in an instant, and your tears could not restore my withering; in my heart, you shed a single tear.
My heart began to feel heavy. This is the most important part of the memory, and it keeps rolling over in the process of time. Facing the revolving door of the past, what cannot be hidden is the attachment and pain.
Looking from your eyes, love is like a tear. You will have infinite sympathy and love, because in the tears of love, you can read the beauty of tenderness.
You try to hold up this crystal clear teardrop of love with both hands, but you always feel that you have no way to start. This teardrop of love is so delicate that it may melt the moment you hold her up. , maybe in an inadvertent breath, she was blown away by your breath, or maybe the heat of your palm evaporated her without a trace. 3E
Looking from my eyes, love is like a tear.
I feel like this tear is myself. In order to understand myself, I have been searching hard for love and worshiping this tear. My love is completely like a lifelong narcissism. , saying that I am lost in love, it is precisely because the teardrop of love is too bright and bright, so I cannot resist your temptation.
The teardrop of love is full of magical colors. In my natural romantic and fantasy nature, it fits perfectly with it. I don’t want this teardrop, but put it more intensely. Become this teardrop yourself. I firmly believe that this teardrop can melt love and melt your heart.
Looking from God’s eyes, love is like a tear.
God did not expect that love could compete with God for position in the human heart. God can control everything, but He cannot stop our tears of love.
Sometimes this teardrop hangs in the corner of the eye and eyebrow, sometimes this teardrop soaks in the leaves of the rose, sometimes this teardrop lies flat in the ink of a love letter, and there are also many tears. , dripping on the seaside, in the forest, and on the riverside, some blowing gently in the wind, and some falling with the rain.
There is no soul that has not been nourished by this teardrop of love; there is no life that has not experienced the infiltration of this teardrop of love.
In this world, all the content of singing and the reason for all dancing are actually the teardrop of love. Ds
Sometimes, these tears are like a magic mirror, reflecting our true face; sometimes, these lovely tears are like a vicious bullet, destroying people's good hopes in an instant.
Love can no longer be moved, what else is worth my heartache? It rains in the sky when I miss you, in the dark night when no one cares about you, and there are two lines of salty tears on my cheeks. It was you who made me feel heartbroken when I saw the tears.
How are you willing to let my tears flow to the sea, the feelings you have given can never be recovered; how are you willing to let my love flow to the sea, the sad past scenes are like the tide burying me.
Who did we shed tears on so many bamboos and sink into pieces? The ghost lingers under the moon for a while, flying to accompany me with a wine glass several times, drinking the wine with deep friendship, and accompanying me in many dreams.
I, too, cannot escape the irradiation and infiltration of this teardrop. I will love this teardrop forever...