In recent years, prose has developed very rapidly, and many beautiful prose have appeared, which are favored by readers and unique in the literary world. Below I bring you a selection of beautiful prose that touches your soul. I hope it will be useful to you.
Selection of beautiful prose that touches the soul Part 1: Love, Northern Snow
The Northern Snow comes in the west wind, sticking to the whistling of the wind, flying in succession, and in an instant, the earth is vast; , in the misty Jiangnan, I don’t know the time, I don’t know the emotions of passers-by, and I don’t know the worries of staying in the inn. The snow in the north is better, silvery white and empty, as if you have walked into infinite space, in a white world, and gradually feel that everything is small and everything is tall.
In the snowy fields in the north, sparse villages stand in the open space. The white smoke from the occasional chimney makes the snowy fields even taller. I was born in a remote village, and my love for snow since I was a child is like seeing the whiteness of the snow in a snowflake, melting the white purity of the snowflakes, warming the childhood laughter of the snowflakes, and imagining the carefree floating. Transparent the world in one's eyes.
The snow in the north, my childhood memory, is the scarecrow standing beside the field, the fierce west wind, blowing, blowing! A broken finger points to a long field. Honest protection and watchfulness. Maybe it is to say pitifully, you are so cold and cold, you can't cool my heart. My heart sticks to the spring breeze with the snowflakes; maybe it is to talk to the earth, look! The clothes of the snowflakes are covered with warm wind chimes. , but now the cold wind is blowing wildly, and in front of my arm is the red and green after you wash your dreams.
The most cherished thing about the snow in the north is the fluttering elegance. Although it is winter, even though it is silent, the flying snowflakes are like the rain of pear blossoms on the trees, like the wings of white butterflies flying, like the sticky flute, and the sound particles flying out of the holes. . Unrestrained, unrestrained, elegant, elegant, like a lecture by Zhuangzi in the pre-Qin Dynasty, things are the heart, the heart is the things, emptiness is emptiness, and things are things. Yes, when you are free from the constraints of the heart, free from greed, and free from crazy thoughts, you will have the wings of wind and the shape of clouds, and you will be light.
Beixue’s feelings on a snowy night. When the moon hangs on the silver branches, listen to the birds chirping in the wind and take a look at the white open fields. Just the desolate song of a bird can make you realize that the life in this pure sky is brave. In the silent world, there is a music hall of life on their shoulders; the silver trees are opening their pupils on the white clothes, and the earth is crawling under the ice and snow. As long as you are baptized by the coldness of the ice and endure the loneliness of the cold, you must have stood tall and your soul will be full of flowers.
Bei Xue’s poetic sentiment, a plum blossom sitting on the snow, can laugh the dust into the slush, and blow the winter wind softly. Look at the pen on the jade branch, the center of the pen and the stamens. It's not cold, the petals don't grow old, the snow is used as paper, and I write Tang poetry and Song lyrics; I saw the holy books in white and listened to the rhythms of the snow-covered songs.
Yes, the white snow has divined the soul of the snow-capped mountains, whitened the deep thoughts of life, purified the noisy heart, and washed away the dust of the soul. If it is a dream, give birth to a wing. If it is flying, fly in the direction of pure white. Don’t sigh! The wind on the twists and turns is so violent; don’t mourn! Overlapping shadows can bury the direction of the road; the footprints on the snow will remain forever. He is one who walks into the wind and walks into the blooming flowers of spring.
The westerly wind is getting thicker in winter and spring, and the ice on clothes is getting whiter. The branches are shaking and plum blossoms are falling, and pear blossoms are flying from the sky. With no worries, I boil lanterns and bury all the rotten leaves in the snow. I laugh at them as mud and return without souls. The catkins in my heart are flying, the willow branches are drooping, the moon branches are blowing, the night birds are blowing, and the starry road is dim and the spring breeze is Cui. Why sigh, why worry, snowflakes are not coming to spring in snow clothes.
Selection of beautiful prose that touches the soul Part 2: Adding salt to coffee
Coffee is bitter, salt is salty, adding salt to coffee feels like tears, is it difficult or not?
The reason why I think of coffee with salt is all due to a story. The story is about a boy who drank salt coffee all his life for the girl he loved. When I told this story to my friend, he was very moved, and from then on, he also started drinking the salted coffee that was said to be not very good, but I didn't know it. Until one day, he said he was leaving. Listening to him talking about his future arrangements, I didn't feel sad for some reason. When he left, I picked up the coffee in front of him and drank it in one gulp. From then on, I stopped drinking coffee.
I have always thought that being a human being is a very painful thing, because we have to face many things every day. Maybe we can act calm and calm in front of outsiders, but the things that remain unknowingly in our hearts No one knows the wound except yourself.
I have known for a long time that I am not a strong person, but I still can't let go of my stupid pride and self-esteem and cry loudly and happily, even if I lose my most precious things, in the eyes of others He just had an "indifferent" look in front of him, as if he was really free and easy, but he didn't know that his teeth had already bitten his lip, and he only tasted a salty taste, and thought it was the tears he shed accidentally.
At that time, I was as pitiful as an ignored kitten, lonely and desperate. It wasn’t until the man who drank salt coffee for me appeared that I finally understood what warmth is.
When I drank too much and had a stomachache and thought I was going to die, it was he who stood with me on the street and frantically stopped cars; when I was misunderstood by everyone and no one was willing to really understand the truth, it was he who stood up and clarified it for me. The truth: When I had an argument with my family and ran out alone to enjoy the sea breeze, he quietly followed me until dawn; when my shoelaces came loose and I was too lazy to tie them, it was he who was 1.86 meters tall and squatted down Tie it tightly for me. He is a good man, I like him, just like he likes me so much, but he doesn't know it.
I had long known that coffee with salt added would not taste good, but I did not expect that it would be so difficult to swallow. The moment it entered my throat, I shed persistent and stubborn tears. It's a pity that what you miss can never be recovered.
gb, I said that I am not a long-lived person, so I don’t regret not persisting. I just feel sorry for the painstaking efforts you have put in for me in those years. I heard that you are living a good life now. Very good, this puts me at ease, because I said that if leaving is a relief for you, I am willing for you to leave. Even if you hate me then, hate me now, and will hate me again in the future, as long as it does not harm you, what? I'm willing to do either.
The third selection of beautiful prose that touches the soul: Poetry is like a flower blooming, and the style is beautiful and charming.
I hope that memory and poetry will cooperate tacitly, and the plain ink and light pen will be used You can collect the elegance of the world.
Songs, flowers and moonlight are endlessly interesting,
Taste the wine and taste the artistic conception of the words.
Poetry is like flowers blooming,
The style is beautiful and charming.
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I have always admired and been obsessed with poetry, and have been studying and exploring the handwriting of famous artists. From their poetic artistic conception, I can feel the elegant and charming rhythm of life. . People say: "There are eight elegances in life: piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, flowers, and tea." In the passing years of losing weight, I played, admired, read, read, or drank alone. Only by doing this "artistic" thing occasionally can you relax yourself who is always tense.
When you get up in the morning, silently say "Hold the golden cup low, shine the first light of the sun." These beautiful poems and lines with the fragrance of ink, the seeds that moisten the heart, unconsciously broke the soil in the heart, sprouted, and slowly bloomed a heart flower. After reading the yellowed pages of the book, I seem to see the beautiful pavilion of the red building, behind the emerald screen, where an idiot's dream comes back, and the sound breaks away and the soul flies away. I fell asleep in the secluded tent and cried in my poems. The courtyard is locked and I miss you. Under the swing, chasing two butterflies flying, laughter and tears all reveal that beauty.
"When will your appearance return from your dream? It's hard to look back at your old appearance." Introducing the past and conquering the present, how many leisurely moments and leisurely moods have been drawn, and how many classic poems have been sketched out. The setting sun, courtyard, clouds, Zhenghong, partridges, grass, flowers, swings? The brushstrokes are soft and graceful. Elegant and sentimental, images enter the picture. The sparse stars, the misty moon, the broken bridge, the flowing water, the jackdaws, the mist, the tingzhu, and the lonely pavilion? They are all sad and beautiful in silence. How much sorrow and sorrow, how many beautiful poems can be produced freely. The writing is concise, concise, and contains a clear beauty. The mountains of words are piled up beautifully and concisely.
The flavor and charm of life are all on the road we walk. A side of bright and fresh carmine, a tree with whirling and graceful yellow willow branches, a pool of delicate and graceful lotus fragrance, and a piece of fluttering maple leaf frost use ethereal to soften the years that once danced in neon clothes, making the image fluent. The water in Yizhiting flows continuously. It's like a small green pond that "connects the sky with endless green leaves, and the lotus flowers are uniquely red in the sun." Before people get close, they can already smell the moist air mixed with a refreshing fragrance. A pool of pink fairies in green dresses are facing the blazing red sun. She is not as charming as a rose, nor as gorgeous as a peony, but she can attract countless people to admire the lotus pond under the moon?
Romantic and thoughtful people all know "Xiaoxiang", this is because Xiaoxiang is also what they hide in The sadness behind the tears of love. I don't know who wrote "The night rain is gurgling with resentment on the pipa, and Xiaoxiang's lingering dreams are cold on the poetry stage." Such a sad sentence represents the helplessness of love that has become empty. It is the love that is difficult to express in the heart, and the pursuit of dreams that are difficult to write down. Feelings are like tears in love, and there are so many like the Xiang River bursting its embankments that it has completely engulfed the soft intestines of an idiot, leaving empty space full of love and sorrow?
I like to travel through the "Tang Feng Song Yu" inside. I like to use the magical touch of Tang poetry to plant a few leaning willows on the shore of my heart. The flute is played frequently, the sound is melodious, and the rhyme of the jade flute evokes the tenderness of the lingering moon. Envying a certain scene in Song Dynasty poetry, I rowed an orchid boat and exiled myself among the vast mountains and rivers. Green water surrounds the green mountains, and the heart moves with the flowing water. You can see the sky and clouds reflected in the water at any time? Although I know very well that I will never be able to escape from the world of mortals in this life, I hope that I can keep my mind from dancing and practice freely. The chrysanthemums planted in the fence are in the heart.
"All the birds are flying high, and the lonely cloud is alone." Living in the vast, deep and swaying world, those "allusions" that are like thousands of dendrobium springs seem to have always been inseparable from us. Whenever you walk into the natural and uncarved landscape, there seems to be a kind of random behavior that can only be expressed after the burden is relieved. Whenever the rhythm of a new poem is incorporated, it is like hearing the murmur deep in the soul of a wanderer. Every time I interpret the spiritual philosophy of a book, I seem to see the message of my own monologue.
Only by frequently reviewing and talking with poems can you write better books and record your years. The songs, flowers and moonlight are endlessly interesting, and the artistic conception comes from tasting the wine and lyrics.
Poetry is like flowers blooming, and the style is beautiful and charming. Emotional charm does not mean entering high-end places, nor is it reflected in fine clothes and fine food, but a series of small actions in your life, such as reading, appreciating and creating, which are pleasing to the eye and soul-stirring. Even if you wear coarse clothes and sarongs, plant a few flowers and plants, and read a few books, these leisurely and elegant feelings can add up to the beauty of life.
In the quiet night, I look at the street lights outside the window alone, listening to the music of a zheng to purify my frequently throbbing soul, soothe the heavy, unfulfilled dreams I have accumulated in the four seasons, hold my head high and smile at the distant mountains, The low eyebrows are close to the water. The past is vague and hazy, and the mountains and rivers meet like a dream. No matter how many pictures appear in front of my eyes, they have become the past. Even though life has set up mazes for me, even if the years have corroded the doorbell I want to ring, I still walk persistently on the way of reciting poems.
Four selected pieces of beautiful prose that touch the soul: Let words and soul dance gracefully
In life, there are ups and downs, ups and downs, and there are always some feelings that need to be quietly recalled. There is always some pain that needs to be experienced alone, and there is always a journey that needs to be walked alone. Being alone allows the soul to enjoy tranquility, not to be troubled by the past, not to be lost in others, to quietly do what one likes, to talk to the soul in a unified body and mind, and to dance with the soul.
If gathering in a group is a kind of impetuousness, being alone is the sublimity of the heart. I would rather waste my time in loneliness than be confused with the demons. I would rather enjoy the tranquility in silence than the spotlight on my face. . Listen to the slow and gentle serenade, immerse yourself in the atmosphere of the music, return your body and mind to the true nature, silently enjoy the comfort that the music brings to me, let the music interpret a romantic feeling, and let the soul rest poetically.
Enjoy loneliness, let it turn into ethereal notes, gently pluck the heartstrings, and flow with soft and graceful melody. Holding a cup of tea in hand, lazily flipping through a good book in the mist, allowing yourself to take off the mask of life in this rare tranquility, return to nature, wander through books, and interpret life.
No matter how heavy life is, we should find this rare tranquility in the hustle and bustle of the world, give our soul a rest in the tiredness, let ourselves belong to ourselves, let ourselves interpret ourselves, let ourselves Encourage yourself to be your true self? Bring a ray of sunshine, listen to the sound of flowers blooming, taste a cup of fragrant tea, listen to the music of a piano, and find the habitat of your soul.
Being alone is a beautiful moment and a beautiful experience in life. Although it is a bit lonely, it is still a kind of beauty that enriches oneself. Solitude is the necessary space for the growth of the soul. It is to withdraw from others and affairs, return to oneself, face oneself alone, have a mysterious dialogue with one's own soul, immerse oneself in the masterpieces of literary giants throughout the ages, truly understand the soul, and feel close to the author. Distance communication and spiritual communication.
Being alone is not something everyone can do. It is a more important ability than communication. It can interpret loneliness into a piece of poetic soil, an opportunity for creation, and inspire profound thinking and experience about existence, life, and self.
Stay with words and be friends with words. Words are sometimes like lighthouses sailing on the sea, pointing us towards the way forward when we are confused and helpless. Words are our indispensable spiritual food, allowing us to be nourished in spiritual hunger, comforted in loss, and released in confusion. When we are at our most empty and confused, words are undoubtedly our best mentor and object of conversation.
Writing, sometimes like a spiritual therapist, can untie all the knots in the heart. Read your favorite books and let yourself feel warm in reading and mature in writing. Let the words record your own emotional journey, be happy, sad, sing, and cry with the words. Let the words melt deep in your heart, constantly come out of depression, soaked in warmth and laughter, and dance with the words. , intoxicated by words, life will eventually be full of color and unique personality.
A person’s experience determines one’s depth, and one’s environment determines the origin of one’s happiness. No matter whether life is simple or complex, whether the mind is broad or narrow, whether life is joyful or frustrating, every word comes from the heart, and words become a symbol in your life. Transcend one state of mind, reap a surprise, and find your own heart that loves life with your own unique thinking, aesthetic perspective, and clear writing style.
Natural emotions are always full of spirituality and warmth. The sky and white clouds, stars and moon, wind and raindrops, flowers and fields, trees and mountains, seas and islands, etc. Reading is a kind of silence, tasting is a kind of aftertaste, thinking is a kind of perception, and writing is a kind of venting. Experience more warmth in the words, trickling like a spring; taste more insights in the words, as blue as clouds; interpret the joy of life in the words, silent joy; release more encouragement in the words, sonorous as a stone .
Writing is silent after all, while the heart may seem weak, but it is indestructible. Let words and soul dance together, extending life, extending dreams and prolonging the process in words. Get attached to words, encounter a beautiful encounter with words, listen to the years blooming enchantingly, and still have a bright window. Walk with time, watch the wind and light clouds along the way, listen to the words falling into notes, and the beautiful fragrance of a flower, accompanying your heart The spring flows clearly.
Let the heart date with words, and everything will become insignificant. When a heart is deposited in words, even an ordinary flower will bloom quietly, alone and elegantly. Dance with words, so what if you have troubles and confusion, mist and twists and turns? The soul still flies in the words, don't hesitate, the soul and strength will always live in the words.
The years are far-reaching, and I am alone and pure. A lamp of sincerity illuminates the sea of ????hearts and warms the soul. On the road of mortal world, the love is deep and the relationship is shallow, accompanying the words, walking with the words, embracing the words to keep warm. Although the flowers bloom quietly outside the window, the leaves secretly fall, the stars in the night sky are still twinkling, and the colorful clouds chase the moon. Hold a book in your hand, sit alone by the window, and let your soul dwell in the words. A simple person, with a peaceful heart, enjoy the quietness alone, have a peaceful single product, smile by yourself, let your soul soak in the words, don't need others, and cherish yourself. In the years, in the world of mortals, one goes forward alone and stays alone. Even if confusion fills the lonely heart, one does not feel despair and panic. One dreams alone, one hides alone, gently rafts in the ocean of words, and enjoys the benefits brought by words alone. Rain, dew and sunshine, let words and souls dance gracefully?
Selection of beautiful prose that touches the soul Part 5: Looking back with a faint fragrance, it cannot conceal the simplicity of the mortal world
The years pass quietly Slowly passing by, the romance in the memory has long lost the longing for the first encounter. The many unexpected encounters in life have been destined to pass by many times and encounters, slowly blowing into the depths of the fleeting time. How many times have I spent so much time putting my feelings in my heart, and so many times have I thought it didn't matter, but the passionate pain in the world of mortals and the ephemeral shadows that cannot be looked back have long lost the beauty of the past.
Encountering soft beauty, the world of mortals is pure, the petals of memory amaze the whole city, and the beautiful images linger in the mind. The memory of holding hands with you for the first time, the beautiful attachment, has never disappeared, but the story of the encounter is just a memory frozen in the moment. Every time the years pass by, every fateful encounter, you and I, so close at hand, turn around and are already far away from each other. The bits and pieces of the past, the warm scenes of the past, are ultimately not worth the golden years, and in the end they become nothing more than a piece of yellowed rice paper. I have become someone else's passer-by, and how much loneliness and sorrow I feel, drifting in the river of sorrow, gradually traveling farther and farther regardless of the direction of the wind.
Things come and go, and fates gather and disperse. When all fate and love are gone, everything is destined to be doomed. Encounters in the world cannot become reunions after a long absence. The time we missed each other, at the moment we gazed at each other, the images of cherishing each other's company are stored in each other's minds, and will forever be fixed as a lifelong regret. Looking back at the dark fragrance, the love in this life has been exhausted, things are right and people are not the same, mist, rain, wind and dust, one thought originates, one thought destroys, right and wrong, right and wrong, love without regrets, injury without regrets, all cares and longings are scattered all over the place. How should I write when I am so clear in my heart?
Inexplicably, I will miss my original self, as simple as water. Thinking of the youth, the first look back, the first brush with each other, the time when we met, the subtle fragrance floated in my heart, the past of the world of mortals enriched the scenery of the passing years, and made the vicissitudes of life clear. Yesterday's scenery took me with me, writing your name, listening to my own story, a little poignant and a little blurry gradually settled in the sad memory, the tiredness of the heartbeat left tenderness in the memory, the past moments, also Interpreted the most beautiful dream in this life.
The wind of the season entangles so much love and hate, and condenses so much regret. One is a vow made in the past, and the other is never seen again. The fate of life, which has come and gone, has long turned into memories in the heart. When saying goodbye, tears replaced silence, and the promise of a thousand dollars was only replaced by infatuated waiting. Love is still there, love is still there. If we never see each other again in life, why bother looking back on the past? We have truly lived and loved sincerely, so why bother struggling with whether we are destined or not? The misty world has been entangled in a piece of paper for many years, and the fate has dispersed and drifted away. A fragment, perhaps, letting go is a kind of relief. Countless times, I have placed my care and longing in the wind and rain, and I have made a wish for you. I only hope that there are a few faint and incomplete clues left in the clear world of mortals, recalling the past scenes, and looking for the romance in the promise.
I met the most beautiful person in the vast sea of ??people, and I was destined to be attached to you for a lifetime. The time holding hands always passes by in a hurry. I stop in a strange city and write the most beautiful lyrics for you. The flowers fall and turn around, but they become my eternal abjection. The mist, rain, wind and dust, vaguely change gracefully, like a dancing fragrance. , filled with my world. When we met, we forgot that we should cherish each other; when we embraced each other, we missed happiness and beauty. What can't be let go is obsession, what can't be broken is love, helplessness and sadness occupy the pure world of mortals. Cold tears blurred the sight. Walking in the pure world for an unknown fate, who can truly follow his heart? Only by whispering the long-cherished wish of separation in the wind, slowly wandering on the journey, will The sadness and melancholy turned into an unforgettable memory.