Everyone should be familiar with prose in their daily study, work or life, right? Prose is characterized by expressing the author's views and feelings through the description of some fragments or events in real life. So, can you write prose? The following is my lyric prose speech for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.
Lyric prose speech 1 Tired, I sat down quietly by the tree.
These eight osmanthus plants, which are 600 years old, seem to be guarding the courtyard and telling the past.
This used to be Tang Jingchuan's mansion. For hundreds of years, the name of the flower is easy to remember, but the fragrance has drifted away. I closed my eyes and sniffed hard. At present, the white osmanthus flowers are full of branches and floating on the smooth brick floor. Young Miss Tang, wearing embroidered shoes, tiptoed down from the brick floor and covered her eyes with her hair. There is a faint fragrance of flowers in your hair.
At that time, the Tang family was so prosperous. Tang Gong rode a burly horse, accompanied by the sound of suona, the sky was covered with flags and the palace lanterns lit up. The walls of bank up are getting higher and higher, the red wood carvings are getting brighter and brighter, and the dismounted stones are getting more and more solemn. Huiyuan Square, which has been built for many years, is also celebrating its host's victory against Japan. The osmanthus trees planted in the courtyard of Tang Palace are in bloom in Ran Ran.
I slowly opened my eyes, and suddenly, osmanthus slowly opened its petals, and the golden stamens were instantly exposed. I'm so excited, I didn't expect a casual rest to meet the moment when osmanthus flowers are in full bloom! However, when the sun shone on the dusty red woodcarving, my heart was hit with a bang. Is this red wood carving a thing of the past?
Good flowers do not bloom often, and good scenery will not last forever. Flowers bloom only for a moment, and prosperity is only for a moment.
In an instant.
For the time being, there is only the permanent and eternal uncertainty of the hypothesis. At that time, the Tang Palace never imagined that a few years after his death, his family fortune fell and his mansion changed its surname. The red wood carving of that year never thought that the luster of yesterday had not faded and no one wiped it; The stone dismounted at that time never occurred to me that its owner was standing on it yesterday, but today he has been lying on the ground, and no one cares ... The prosperity of the Tang family seems to be only an instant.
Lyric prose speech 2 youth, this attractive word, is over 60 years old, and I really feel it: it is a kind of innocence that will never fade; This is a beautiful and true wish; This is a dream wandering in the wind and rain. ...
In the season of youth, we can't resist the temptation of the blue sky, so we spread our wings and fly to that deep expectation; In the season of youth, we can't stand the loneliness of staying at home, so we rush to nature to find happiness, comfort and freedom; In the season of youth, we can't stand the challenge of longing and yearning, so we deliberately seek eternal friendship and feel the philosophy in the true meaning of life.
The youth of our generation is a wasted year and a burning passion. With the political struggle, economic life is tight and personality is annihilated, which adds a little longing, a little hope and a little confusion to our youth ... but the persistent personality sublimates in the moment of youth, and a heart can always stir up turbulent waves.
"The charm of youth should make dead branches grow fresh fruits, and the desert is full of forests." Guo Xiaochuan's famous sentence expresses our feelings and aspirations. Can you remember that going to the countryside, honing, expanding the world and working hard, pure personality and the call for entrepreneurship perfectly fit. We will closely connect our young life with the rushing sea and sail forward. We made a contribution worthy of that era.
In that hot and pale age, life was hard and vigorous, and everything came from the illusory fanaticism in my heart. However, when the heavy' labor' wears away those inexplicable restlessness, the road ahead becomes more and more blurred year by year, which makes us feel at a loss, lonely and melancholy, just like the blooming and falling waves in the sea.
So there was love. Love can make us forget when and where for a while and give us the strength to warm each other. We like to walk by the sea or in the mountains, and we like to let our mood drift with the wind in the mottled sunshine. That love, that affection, those eternal vows, those silent footsteps and whispers, accompanied by wandering youth, filled many lonely spaces. Although there are no feasts, the glimmer of hope that can be ignited in my heart can be interpreted as a unique romance belonging to that era!
Our youth may not be mature, but its vitality is still attractive; Our youth may not be perfect, but its brilliance is still brilliant; Our youth may be confused, but the life music it composes is eternal wealth.
Youth flies by like the wind, but it is so chic, so elegant and so nostalgic.
Nowadays, youth doesn't belong to us, but we have it after all. As long as you open the floodgate of memory and return to the season of youth, your passion will surge in your blood, as if you were back to that hard but enjoyable time.
Lyric prose speech 3 The temple of past lives is gone forever.
Only Liang Yan's heart doesn't change every year.
I thought I heard someone singing in a low voice. In this deep singing, people flocked in waves and left in waves. Finally, only this empty yard and these eight osmanthus plants are left.
But was it really just a moment? When the Japanese invaders trampled on them, all the sons and daughters of Changzhou shouted the name of the Tang Palace to defend their country and kill the enemy bravely. When we wander in Qingguo Lane, we will still think of the majesty of Tang Palace and the charm of Miss Tang, and we will also sing the old saying that "the Tang family is half a street in Qingguo Lane" ... Tang brought us not only temporary prosperity, but also the heroic and unyielding demeanor of Changzhou people for hundreds of years. This fragrance will last for thousands of years.
Looking back at those osmanthus plants, they stand here quietly, watching the oriole return to Yan, and people come and go, blooming every year. Even though they know that the flowers will bloom eventually, they still bloom at that moment. Although the flowers have withered, the fragrance is floating in Wan Li.
Looking through the flowers, the green Parthenocissus is struggling to climb out of the wall.
Lyric prose speech 4 Lazy sunshine, quietly flowing outside the window. I can still feel his warmth through the cracks in the leaves.
The wind blew through my hair, and a little fresh rain and water flowed in the air, which brushed my cheek gracefully and charmingly. I wonder if you smile like that pink cherry blossom?
Time flies, quiet and silent. Spread out five fingers, she flows away from them; Opening her eyes, she floated out of sight; She breathed softly and rushed out of her nostrils. ...
Willow smoke sprouted by the river, and graceful waist was put away after this season. It's those birds that whisper from time to time and shake the spring scenery of the lake.
You always come to me inadvertently, stroking my words gently and leaning against them quietly.
You often touch my courage in the depths of my soul with admiring eyes; Often you convey my unique views in euphemistic language; Always allow me to stop in your warm garden with a broad mind.
So, meeting you is wonderful!
This kind of beauty is suffocating, which makes people doubt the real existence of ambiguity and dare not question how long the shelf life of this encounter will be. I don't want to ask, I don't want to guess, I just want to cherish the present and cherish the time with you.
In the misty rain and the world of mortals, why did I meet you in the vast net sea? This question may be too naive. Fortunately, we met unexpectedly like this, without a minute's progress or a minute's retreat, impartial. Just as we were walking in opposite directions, I met you, which doomed me to have a story full of love-a story that has nothing to do with the wind, flowers, snow and the moon. ...
At this time, I took a cup of chrysanthemum tea and sat by the window. Staring at the milky petals slowly scattered in the glass, I sniffed lightly, slowly, filled with the fragrance of chrysanthemum. The leaves are turned over and precipitated to the bottom of the cup, which has a magnificent beauty. I can't help thinking, is it also a fate that tea meets tea?
Looking up, the green vines outside the window are trying to climb around the windowsill. Green leaves covered the wall and covered my gentle eyes. Roots and vines entwine my tender thoughts and extend to the distant place where you are in Fang Fei in April.
I wonder what you look like. We don't want to ask or ponder, because words have nothing to do with people's looks, but they are related to people's quality and taste!
At first glance, it may not be sad or happy. Gradually, in the days of knowing each other and cherishing each other, in this pure land, there will be some faint concerns, such as vines stretching their necks and looking into the distance. This concern has crossed Qian Shan and lingered around us, and each other's joys and sorrows have become a topic of concern.
Because, as we all know, life has given us constant busyness and challenges. In this spiritual home, we can walk hand in hand and speak freely. Restore our true hearts with words, embellish the charm of words with pictures, and interpret the connotation of words with music. Words, in the heart, have a holy flower.
We all love this flower wholeheartedly. We just want our souls to be sublimated in this flower. We just hope that our dreams will continue in this flower. We just want you to meet me in the sea of flowers, with a kind of warmth, comfort and happiness.
So, we smiled and helped all the way.
Occasionally, the giant hand of the years will roll up the wind and waves and sneak into the journey of life. Not only will it consume our physical strength, but even our hearts will be exhausted by torture. When a voice crosses Qian Shan to comfort you; When a smile comforts you through the qq window; When a friend is behind you, silently watching you; When you have a pair of loving hands to help your lonely soul, you will feel a warm current flowing slowly in your heart, which is as warm as spring breeze.
So, meeting you is wonderful!
A thousand words, finally condensed into a spring bud. In the morning light, I wrapped my long-term feelings in the bud. When the spring breeze came to see her, I grew many colors of anxiety.
Don't ask how far the road ahead is, how long we can walk hand in hand, and how far it will be forever. That may be the distance between the sea and the sky; Perhaps it is the distance between the eyebrows and the eyes; Maybe it is the distance to turn around; Maybe it's brushing the distance! Fate came and fate left. Cherish when you meet, wave when you leave. Even if you leave, don't complain, don't complain, leave something beautiful in your heart and become an eternal memory. ...
Time flies, silently observing; By the river, the sound of Qiang flute. Time flies by the river. I want to say that meeting you is like meeting this spring.