Prose 1 on the quietness of time: time is in a hurry, and time is quiet.
Time flies and waits for no one. For example, in the long years, write stories in every period of time. The characters and scenes in the story. Lively, smart, sunny. In this way, the life before us will be as colorful and beautiful as ever.
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Along the tunnel of time, stepping on the crushed time, deep and shallow, all the way in a hurry Whether the road is flat and the gully is continuous. The time of life journey is a period. From an innocent childhood to a childish teenager. Young people with high spirits. Middle-aged, steady and restrained, with fine eyes and elderly children around his knees. Whether you walk through with tears or joy. Time is like annual rings. Will be ruthlessly put to an end. Although, every period is not the end, it is the starting point of a new trip, but before drawing a period, only you know it best. Whether it's sadness or bittersweet.
If, secretly pleased, happy. Then keep a good attitude. Continue to be happy, gentle and kind. Corners of the mouth rise. And a woman with a good face. In this way, you will always be happy, and the people you love and those who love you will also be happy. Even if there is pain, it will gradually disappear. Because the heart has grown into a joint branch together. If one kind of happiness is shared by two people, it is two kinds of happiness. If a pain is shared by two people, that person has only half the pain. If a love is enjoyed by two people, then enjoy full love.
If, the heart is dark and lonely, there is a touch of sadness in the brow. Then plant a small sun in your heart, so that all sadness and pain are bathed in sunshine. That way, no matter how strong the sadness and pain are. It will be much lighter and there will be more fresh sunshine. Only when the heart is full of sunshine will the eyebrows fade and the corners of the mouth have a shallow smile.
Time flies and the years are long. The road we have traveled and the feelings we have left have left deep or shallow marks in the long river of years. Sometimes, I think the past time is so far away. Sometimes, I feel so close that I can almost reach out and touch it. I also want to hug you again and touch your soft hair, elegant cheeks, youthful breath and lush fragrance. I just want to ask; Why did you walk so quietly and so quickly, without even saying goodbye or taking care of yourself? We used to be so affectionate and so sweet.
Sometimes I always think that if time can slow down, everything can go back to the best time. No matter where you are, whether it is the end of the world or close at hand, you will never let fate pass you by. I want to turn time into a flower and spread it on your dusty shoulders, so that you will not be lonely along the way. Or open it in the palm of your hand, let it become a treasure in your hand, let you care and cherish it. Or open it in your heart, accompany it from generation to generation, and never part.
Every feeling, before the beginning, has been written clearly, clank oath:? Forever, forever? . But why? In the rough and running all the way, the oath gradually blurred and faded. Is it because our hands are not clenched? Are you fascinated by the flowers in front of you, and violate the original pure and true heart? Washed by wind, frost, rain and snow along the way, didn't take good care of each other? Or was the original oath unclear and not profound? All feelings and love are unclear and unclear. Emotion is a very subtle emotion. Just like some people, who have lived together for many years, take care of each other and respect each other like relatives. But they can't walk into each other's hearts and wipe out the passion of love. You can only hold your right hand with your left hand as a family life. And some people, not long after knowing each other, can understand where each other's hearts belong. Can attract each other. Feel each other's heartbeat and warm-blooded love.
The road of life, the world of mortals is long. In every period. Create a different and wonderful life. I always like to miss the past when I walk. As everyone knows, no matter how you recall it, it has become the past and will not be repeated. The joys and sorrows of the past are over. Be a wise man from now on and cherish everything in front of you. The feelings you touched, the people you loved. Even if I make a living every day, I am busy. Strive for love. Bitter and tired. You can rely on each other and give each other warmth. Along the way, stumbling is inevitable. Keep a burning heart inspired by love. Love will hug you warmly. Even if you have some feelings, you can't continue, not because you are not good enough, but because you are too superficial. It's not that I didn't work hard enough, but that I broke up, I fell in love, and I came back. Although, my heart hurts like a petal. Gone like running water, gone forever.
The long river of time is like a marathon runway. Every life, from the day of birth, began to enter this runway and stumbled on the long runway. There is pain, crying and laughing. When you were young, you thought you had enough physical strength. So, I rushed forward in desperation and soon got tired. If you are always on the road with a manic heart, I'm afraid you won't reach the end and you will die halfway. On this runway, the longer you run, the more you understand. You should keep a good and peaceful mind, not anxious or impatient, like Zen, and do and cherish it.
In this fleeting time, we might as well pick up the beauty and give up the pain. Along the way, with sunshine in my heart and good company, no matter how long the years are, no matter how hard the journey is, I will feel sweet.
Prose 2 on quiet years: quiet years, safe times.
The winter breeze is bleak, quietly stepping on the slow tone of winter, pushing away quiet and plain thoughts, and gently picking up the stories of fleeting time along the door of time. Pick up the brush, describe Shao Hua's farewell in the story, feel the cold wind blowing off the delicate leaves of the branches, blowing away the delicate petals, lying quietly on the dusty surface, emitting a faint fragrance, which makes this season's story sad.
Notes before the text of a book or after the title of an article.
The years are quiet and the time is stable. In the silence, a faint fragrance shakes, and bursts of faint fragrance come to my face. Close your eyes and smell lightly. The refreshing breath silently spread out the yellowed rice paper. It seems that the missing soul inadvertently visited the cabin of the heart and scattered the green figure. People who passed by jumped into my brow bit by bit, wrinkled their foreheads slightly, but lengthened their corners of the mouth. Those hourglass hours always pass away in silence.
Those past stories will eventually leave alone. When the sealed memory Buddha comes to the end of the pen, is there a melody that quietly overflows the heart, humming about the past and the present, leaving vicissitudes, fading away from tenderness and stranding a silent innocence?
The past is like smoke, and it is too late to turn back. It came and went in a hurry, leaving no trace. Even if it is dropped, it is silently replaced by time. However, we always remember the past days in our memory, so we miss the roads we have traveled, the scenery we have enjoyed and the people we have met, leaving a sigh and a string of broken thoughts.
Time has passed season after season unconsciously, and spring, summer, autumn and winter continue to cycle. At this moment, autumn has ushered in winter. Sitting by the window, looking at the dead leaves outside the window, swaying sad shallow songs, touching the heart to write down sad pleasure, wandering on the road of writing, piecing together, filling in, gently picking up the past and staring at the paper.
My thoughts wander gradually, listening to my own voice and sighing about my life. On the road of life, how many people come and go and suddenly become passers-by, unable to stay, or unable to stay forever? Perhaps, the encounter of fate, after all, can not escape a fate arrangement. Separation will always add more tears and a little sadness, but how can you keep what you want, just like the leaves leave the branches, even if the branches choose to stay, they can't stay after all.
So, with a little worry, I embarked on a journey in winter, walked into the door of winter and enjoyed the beautiful scenery in winter. Walking slowly, my eyes quietly read every inch of the scenery, watching the river clear and green, setting off the mountains and the water flowing like silk. Looking at the pebbles and water on the river, occasionally a few small fish swam by.
But such a beautiful scene was broken by a few petals. With the passage of time, it exhausted its life, withered helplessly, was taken to an unknown place by the wind, but was trampled mercilessly, which made me unconsciously fall into a daze, read how time flies, and meditated in the desolate loneliness, which made me deeply touched.
Walking in the depths of the scene, falling flowers and leaves will multiply sadness from my eyes to my heart, flow in my heart and touch my initial heartbeat. How shall I place it?
At this moment, bearing the story of my growth, it seems that flowers are everywhere, so beautiful and intoxicating, but it always evokes a touch of sadness. The road is long, the story is endless, the flowers fall season after season, but the final outcome is helpless, and life is like a dream.
After many years, the place where the flowers fall is really beautiful.
Prose 3: May the years be quiet and the smiles always open.
In the quiet afternoon of summer, make a cup of green tea and taste a book, and the fragrance in the book will gradually penetrate into the heart and spleen, so that thoughts will dance with the words in the book and bloom with the gorgeous fragrance in summer.
I have forgotten how long it has been, how long it has not been so quiet to study, how long it has not been written, how long it has been forgotten, and how long it has not been so quiet. What is it, impetuous mood, what is it, so that the soul is covered with thick dust, even forgetting to clean, even forgetting that I used to be a girl who loved reading poetry books, and even forgetting my old appearance.
What have I lost in my wandering youth? What have I got in the melancholy years? What am I pursuing in such a fleeting time?
Time flies, I walked through the green, in the colorful spring, I look forward to the gorgeous bloom of summer flowers, I have seen the fragrance of fruits, in the cold and bleak winter, I look forward to the three-inch sunshine in spring. In this way, a lonely heart wandered blankly in the cycle of years.
The past is like smoke, how many old friends are gone, how many memories are yellowed, and how many feelings are blowing in the wind. And how much of the past will be hurt in the center. Some moods can only swing at night when no one is around. What makes the heart narrow and what makes the heart complain? Only in the yellow eyes, sigh that things are rare and cool. Who planted the seeds of trouble deeply and became a trace of sadness that lingered inadvertently?
Ben is a dreamer and always loves to weave illusory dreams in the confusion of reality. I hope there is you in the vast sea of people and meet you in my most beautiful years. I don't want romance or vows. As long as I have your smile, I will be brilliant, as long as I have your care and warmth, as long as I have your company, I will no longer be lonely. As long as I have your tenderness, I will have no regrets in my life. You shelter me from the wind and rain, and I add clothes for you. Think much, hold your hand, * * * go all the way, grow taller and grow taller, grow old with you, * * * forever; How I want to find a red brick and green tile garden with you in the plain fireworks, cook wine with your childhood in spring, enjoy the rain and lotus with you in summer, enjoy the flowers and the moon with you in Qiu Lai, and enjoy the snow with you in winter; How I want to walk from sunrise to sunset with you and eat simple meals with peace of mind; I want to walk with you from spring to summer to autumn and winter, and the fireworks are ordinary. In this way, I hope to win a heart and never leave each other.
Dreams are prosperous, and dreams wake up and flowers fall. Although it is intentional, the water is ruthless. Its flowing fate never misses the past, and any river flowing eastward takes away many worries.
I want to be a beautiful woman in my life, with kindness and purity as my background. Even if it is not beautiful enough, it should be elegant and quiet. In the depths of a good time, I think there is a warm lamp of my own among thousands of lamps. In the fireworks of the world, there is a person's heart that always cares about himself. If so, I just want to hold a person's hand, let the real warmth soothe the soul, keep a touch of fireworks, be a simple person, take a simple road and lead a plain life, and my heart will be stable and happy.
After flowers and silence, through the journey of gathering and parting, only oneself can hold up the heart in the end. It turns out that happiness is not in the eyes of others, but in my heart. Only with a carefree heart can the distant road go steadily and smoothly. Looking back, I hope the sun will always shine and life will be sunny everywhere.
In one dream after another, I indulge in my own romance and warm one lonely night after another, day after day, year after year.
Flowers fall silently, running water is silent, I want to get rid of sadness and embrace the glory of the sun enthusiastically. In one cold eyes after another, in front of one cold face after another, in the tangled world, the melancholy that has fallen out of the water can always grow in my heart.
In the entanglement of love and hate, flowers bloom and fall, and in the struggle of tolerance and forgiveness, geese come and go. Some people, when they miss a flower, miss a season of spring scenery. Some things, a turning distance, make the flowers everywhere desolate. From then on, the two worlds have nothing to do.
I use the warm sunshine this summer to piece together my lost heart, nourish it with this rich green, and warm it with brilliant flowers. Let those fragments of memory be stored only in a beautiful way. I would like to remember the beauty of every encounter, thank every warm smile, and make all the smiles deposited in my memory safe and sound.
Holding a piece of green in the bottom of my heart will give birth to infinite green, and holding a piece of floral fragrance in my heart will be fragrant. You see, the trees are lush, you see, the flowers are in full bloom, watch the dragonflies dance lightly, watch the bees indulge in the flowers, let the beauty of this moment fill your bright pupil, and fill your affectionate wine pit with a smile.
Dear, if you understand the sadness in my brow, please smile gently with me. It is to warm my dull time by the sunshine in the dark.
The sun is still shining and the years are mottled. I only hope that the years will be quiet and smile safely.