Prose is generally divided into narrative prose, lyric prose, landscape prose and philosophical prose.
Prose refers to a literary genre with writing as its creation and aesthetic object. It is a genre form in literature. They are usually short, beautiful, vivid and interesting. Its history can be traced back to Oracle Bone Inscriptions. It is a literary genre juxtaposed with poetry, drama and novel, with a wide range of contents, including political comments, historical reviews, biographies, travel notes, letters, diaries, plays, sketches, tables, prefaces and other essays. In the process of long-term spread, it watered the literary gardens of past dynasties, watered the literati of past dynasties, and still benefits people today. Moreover, with the development of time, the concept of prose has changed from broad to narrow, influenced by western culture.
In the afterlife, I will still wait for you.
I can't hide secrets, I can't hide sadness,
Just as I can't hide the joy of loving you,
I can't hide my hesitation when I am apart. I'm so calm. You want to hurt, you hurt.
If one day, you want to leave me, I won't keep you, I know you have your reasons; If one day you say you still love me, I will tell you that I have been waiting for you; If one day, we pass by, I will stop and stare at your distant back and tell myself that I once loved that person. Maybe a person can love many times in his life, but there is always one person who can make us laugh the most brilliantly, cry the most thoroughly and think the most deeply.
It's starting to smoke. I'll wait for you at the door.
The sun goes down, I'll wait for you on the hillside.
The leaves are yellow. I will wait for you under the tree.
The moon is bent. I'll wait for you in the fifteenth.
It's raining in Mao Mao. I'll wait for you under the umbrella.
The running water is frozen. I'll wait for you by the river.
Life is tired, I will wait for you in heaven.
We are old, and I will wait for you in the afterlife.
It is not only love that can last forever, but also responsibility and habit.
Never hold a grudge against a man. After all, he once loved you, hurt you and gave you happiness. Never say that there are no good men in this world. Maybe tomorrow, you will meet the man who loves you. In your eyes, no matter how bad he is, he is good.
Everyone has a dead end, and if they can't get out, others can't get in. I put my deepest secret there.
You don't know me. I don't blame you.
Everyone has a wound, deep or shallow. I drew the reddest blood there.
You don't know me. I don't blame you.
Everyone has a line of tears, cold water to drink and tears to brew. I send my saddest complaints there.
You don't know me. I don't blame you.
You can be silent, regardless of my worries;
You can ignore my anxiety by not returning messages;
You can take my concern as a reason to upset you;
You can throw my ideas in the corner and despise them;
You can smile at others, you can hug others, you can be good to the whole world, but forget that I was sad.
You like you just because of me, which is the only reason that makes me humble.
Some things, knowing that they are wrong, must be persisted because they are unwilling; Some people, knowing their love, have to give up because there is no ending; Sometimes, knowing that there is no road, we are still moving forward because we are used to it.