Prose is a flexible and capable literary genre in which the author writes about his true feelings from his own experience and knowledge. It should be savored carefully. This article is an excerpt of a beautiful prose, I hope it will be helpful to everyone!
An excerpt of a beautiful prose: The sun is sunny and warm, the clouds are far away
I like sunny afternoons with a slight warm breeze blowing from my ears Go around the side, gently lift the strands of hair from the temples, and then lightly brush them across the cheeks. The sunshine shines in my heart, making me feel warm and no longer afraid of the cold air in winter. In that kind of weather, I always like to sit in the sun, listen to the wind and watch the floating clouds. Or hide in your room, listen to a piece of soothing music, flip through the pages of the book on the desk, and a faint mood flows through your memory. Years are wasted, how long is life? I don’t know how many joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows are contained in this pure time. At this moment, the sky is clear and warm. I just want to sing a song and have a cup of tea to put an end to all the frivolous melancholy and make my heart feel at ease.
In spring, the sunshine produces hundreds of grains. The grass is sprouting and the flowers are breathing. The tree struggled to absorb the first ray of sunlight that shot down from the high sky. I saw a small yellow flower in bud, with a smiling face and sunlight flowing everywhere. Biology books say that all green plants must undergo photosynthesis to grow, bloom, and bear fruit. Tomorrow's happiness must be built today. Only by seeing through the romance can we be free. The sound of birds outside the window is clear and sorrowful, and the pines and cypresses are still luxuriant. In this bleak winter, although the willow leaves have fallen. The elm branches are bare, and the ginkgo trees stand like steel wires, but this does not affect the joy of the pines and cypresses at all. Walking in this lush greenery, no matter how cold the winter is, so what? It seems like it is spring, just like a cold object. If you have human feelings, it will no longer be cold. In spring, the sun is green and fragrant. In spring, every ray of sunshine has its own lover and will give birth to children. In spring, morning glory blooms first on the roadside of the town. Simple flowers, simple heart. Whether you love her or not, she is there. At this season of the year, come and have a date with the spring breeze and sunshine.
The warm May has arrived. I have always felt that the softest season among the four seasons is spring. Because it is full of all kinds of hope. All good things begin in spring. I have always stubbornly believed that only spring is the season suitable for kite flying. Even though Yan Yan and the others have repeatedly emphasized that kites can be flown all year round, as long as there is wind. Every spring, I long for the feeling of running at top speed with a kite string in hand. I like watching kites flying high in the sky. Keep releasing the line and flying higher and higher. This is the feeling I have always preferred. I am enjoying a little happiness. My fingers gently slide across the brows that miss you, brushing away the tears that overflow when I miss you. The cold smoke on the street floats far away. I am misty with the smoke. I bloom with the lovesickness. Like a breeze or a ray of sunshine, it cares about the harbor in my heart and sends bursts of warmth to you in the distance. It warms you. heart.
The breeze is rising and the cold smoke is lingering. I stood quietly in the depths of the mortal world, hoping for a turn of events. Suddenly looking back, you are on the other side, smiling sideways, your clothes flowing. In this noisy and bustling city, early summer has arrived, but the wind is still gentle and the rain is moist, and the flowers are blooming and the moon is full. There is intoxicating tenderness everywhere. As long as you have the sun in your heart, the sky in your heart will be clear. Smell the smell of sunshine and bathe in the warm sunshine. Let the sunshine illuminate my heart and be an optimistic, open-minded and broad-minded person. The years flow slowly, time passes gently, and the east is white before dawn, and one night passes like this. When the first ray of sunlight in the morning penetrated my eyes, the painful feeling was so clear that I couldn't help but close my eyes and let the painful tears fly freely on my face. In spring, let me stand on the hill on a sunny day and look at the green grass and white clouds. Peach blossoms bloom on Nanshan Mountain. Looking at the pale face in the mirror, there was a hint of redness in the eye sockets, which looked so alluring under the refraction of the sun, dyeing the corners of his vision blood red. Just like looking at flowers in the mist, the flowers look like dreams, looking at the moon in the water, the moon is brighter!
The beauty of April in the world is exhausted. When the flowers fall, they will always leave a faint lingering fragrance on the fingertips, which will last for a long time. The mood was relieved at that moment. Hide the seasons together with the past in the palm of your hand, spread it out, and look at the lush years, which are warm all the way. summer. The sun is bright. Like a big fireball. The green leaves are shining in the sun. The sun is also hanging on the top of the grass. The flowers are in full bloom. The heaven and earth are vast, bright and dazzling. I remember that year, I went to Huanghuatan to go to the countryside for the first time. The sky was filled with golden sunshine, and the carriages were strutting in the boundless light. The golden sand sea, the sun swaying on every leaf of the poplar tree. This is a sunny world. I walked under the scorching sun, and my sweat condensed into grains of salt. It was beautiful and happy. When passing by the foot of the mountain, I saw a mountain full of sunflowers. It's golden, like the golden sea. In the barren mountains, sunflowers bloom, and their flower discs always face the sun and follow the sun. The sun smiled and fell from the sky. Living in every sunflower flower. A gorgeous season always has a perfect beginning. The perfect beginning is built with happiness, and what is built is wonderful.
Autumn sunset is the most beautiful. The autumn water and the sky are the same color, and the setting clouds and the solitary heron fly together. In autumn, the sun is golden. It gives part of its thick light to Populus euphratica in the desert and the grains in the fields, while the other part is stored in the fragrance of aged Pu'er tea. Inadvertently, I caught a glimpse of a different kind of scenery. The sky was quiet and beautiful. I raised my head with a smile and looked at the sky full of falling flowers. In the dream, the fragrance of flowers filled my arms and dyed my eyes.
A poet said: When people are idle, the osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. Autumn is Qingyuan deep and beautiful, the air is shining with metallic luster. In autumn, I brew a cup of Pu'er and sit under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. When the wind blows, the thin flowers fall into the tea, releasing wisps of fragrance. Listening to the song Yunshui Zen, the sun is clear and warm, the sky is far away and the clouds are deep, I feel that autumn is very strong.
Excerpts from beautiful prose: The years are fragrant with ink, and the poetry is fleeting
The years are fragrant with ink, and the time is fleeting with poetry; I hold the years in my left hand, and the words in my right hand, supporting each other; I always feel that I love words People must have a heart as tender as water and fraternity. Everything is born under the eyebrows. They are all born with poetic words. They are all so long-lasting, and they are as weak as willows. They are born to be so charming and touching, which makes people feel heartache. Paintings can depict thousands of sceneries, and the magic of words is like this. It can transform a person into a completely different person, like a visitor from ancient times, like an infatuated species for thousands of years. The fragrance of ink.
I always feel that people who love words are generally emotional. Every flower, every grass, every mountain, every river is full of emotion and long-lasting emotions. Everything in the world will give you a series of thoughts. The article is endless, and seems to be nagging, but I enjoy it; it is precisely because of such emotional people that so many outstanding writers have been created, such as Qiong Yao in the past, Bai Luomei today, and many, many more. It is the rich thoughts and perceptual personality that give the literati wings to fly and give the words vitality.
, as I read and look at it, my heart and soul have already entered the painting; rather than saying that the author has given life to it, it is better to say that the words have made time poetic and intoxicated the years; a piece of text reveals the understanding of life, and a sentence carries the meaning of life. The deep affection; it is this wisp of ink fragrance that accompanies a prosperous time, which is poetic and fleeting.
I like words only because I met a Bole; when I was in junior high school, a Chinese substitute teacher came. He gave lectures and quoted from many sources. From ancient times to the present, he included interesting anecdotes about famous people, poems and anecdotes, and was so knowledgeable. Who wouldn’t like Qiong Yao’s class? From then on, I couldn’t control myself and fell in love with writing. At that time, Qiong Yao’s novels were all the rage, and I became obsessed with Qiong Yao’s works. I couldn’t put it down, and I couldn’t miss Shu. When I read the wonderful parts, I sometimes laughed and sometimes burst into tears? Writings Accompanied by growth, every time I think of it, I will think of all the things in my student days, staying up all night for a book, and having mood swings for several days for a storyline, it’s just like being a bookworm!
In words In the ocean, it's like wandering among flowers, some are shy of the moon, and some are women; sometimes they are gentle and affectionate, as tender as water; sometimes their clothes are fluttering, and they are heroic; I like words, but I really like the depth of words. The mystery of the book, when you read it, you will be filled with emotions one after another. You can also advance and retreat with the author, and you can also share his happiness. In this square ink, what is created is a pure place, without any adulteration. The paradise of dust is the paradise of words and the holy land of lovers.
As the years go by, there are always dissatisfactions of one kind or another, which follow them like a shadow; there are always some attachments that are difficult to let go, which have always been deeply engraved in my heart; maybe it is this fragrance of ink that comforts the unhappiness and heals the old wounds; Perhaps it is a word that guides the lost lamb and wakes up the dreamer; just this fragrance of ink, accompanied by time and around, adds a lot of weight and understanding to life.
The sorrows and joys of the world are smoothed out in this word, sentence, paragraph and line, and are enlightened in the weight of time. The river of thought is filled with ink, dipped in the breeze and flowing clouds, and I feel every opportunity. Release the true nature in your heart, freehand the lightness of passing time, rely on words, soothe the marks of wasted years, and draw a stroke of bright moon breeze into the picture of life; let the words release everything, and gradually become like water and a mirror.
Live life as a poem, savor life in a poem, read and splash tea, listen to birds and admire flowers; when rain comes, lean against the window to listen to the rain, and pick up a pen to draw; when snow comes, enjoy the plum blossoms in the snow , reciting poems and composing poems; writing poems in front of flowers under the moonlight; in a graceful and elegant ink painting, enriching life and Zen life; blooming in the rhyme of ancient rhyme poems, the splendor of fleeting years, feeling contented, relaxed and happy!
The years are fragrant, the poetry is fleeting, life is wonderful because of words, words are bound to words, the words are bound to dance with words, the passing years are poetic, the years are fragrant!
Excerpts of beautiful prose : Life is a song sung quietly
In junior high school, Guo Jingming became the idol of every literary and artistic youth born in the 1990s. At that time, I despised him and thought that Guo Jingming was just good at piling up gorgeous rhetoric. That's it! When I came into contact with his "Fantasy City" and prose, I had to be impressed by the true and beautiful sentences of his youth. Nowadays, the Internet is developed, and exquisite prose is constantly appearing in QQ space and Moments. However, most of the time, I have to lower my eyelids in disappointment. The overly exquisitely carved characters made me feel bored. For some reason, we living in modern times always like to immerse ourselves in the ancient times. The carved beams and painted buildings are stained with red and green silk, the rain hits the bead curtains and the strings of the piano are broken, and the martial arts is dangerous and returns with swords. Our imagination is too rich, and every scene is The scenes are described with extreme beauty, but they forget to inject emotion, making it difficult to truly move others. Perhaps I am too unconventional in literature and art. The neon lights of the city and the tall buildings rising from the ground are actually a kind of scenery in my eyes.
In the early morning, after being washed with water, the camphor trees on both sides of the city's cement avenues became particularly bright and clear. The clear blue color enveloped the scenery on both sides, and the vision of the eyes became clearer. I took a deep breath. , fresh and moist, seems to be able to wash away the dirt in the depths of the soul. The side of a courtyard is full of Magnolia grandiflora. At the beginning of summer, the pure white fairy has already left the world, and its withered yellow branches and leaves are left on the green lawn. Every day when the southeast wind blows, the leaves tumble and dance on the ground following the dance of the wind. Pick up a piece and use it as a bookmark, and you can smile without realizing it. The pink flowers blooming in the flower garden at this time dominate the garden, standing proudly in the breeze. However, the rhododendrons that were so shining some time ago have not all faded away, and a few compassionate souls are determined to guard the branches. The ground has not been swallowed up by the soil, but they have to wait for the sun, wind and rain to finish their incomplete bodies, and then noblely transform the spring mud to protect the flowers. The ivy in the corner smiled in the wind, and the birds on the ground no longer had the leisure to watch this scene that repeated every year. They chirped, then flapped their wings and took off into the sky.
However, everything in the world is so real!
Every day, the circle of friends is filled with sad and touching articles about love, and the separation of life and death is overwhelming. A few tears, so depressing and sad that people sigh helplessly. Desolate, sad, depressed, lonely, countless. However, there has never been an article that can really get into my heart! Anyone who has read "Love in a Fallen City" knows that love in the world is nothing more than this. This is what Eileen Chang finally understood after struggling through the ups and downs of love. Enlightenment! However, it was the last simple and true sentence that made people cry and moved millions of men and women in the world. In fact, in love stories, it is not those who have gone through all kinds of dangers to be together that are touching; it is not those who break up with heartbreak that are the most poignant; it is not those who love vigorously and vigorously to the death that are the most sincere. In the end, it ends up like in "The Palace" The tragic ending. The simplicity of raising eyebrows and respecting each other as guests is a rare love. A sincere vow can be performed with a lifetime of plainness, but it can hold hands and grow old together! In today's impetuous and materialistic society, we can support each other and look into each other's eyes with a smile. There is not much love that goes from smooth to full of wrinkles. The most important thing is to do it and cherish it! Don’t wait to be broken in love. Use gorgeous words to express your sadness to prove that you have loved! A smile, a look, a raised eyebrow, a sentence Oath, feel it with your heart! He will also become a low-pitched but sweet song in your life!
Run away, burn his beauty, smile, and the Three Kingdoms will fall in love, but what she pursues is just simple and plain. of dependence. A simple journey, an ordinary life, a love that touches your heart, everything in the world is true!
Yang Shen's Linjiang Immortal in the Ming Dynasty wrote: The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success or failure turn around in vain. The green hills are still there, and the sunset turns red several times. The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the Nagisa River is used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. Happy reunion over a pot of wine. Many things in ancient and modern times are all talked about with laughter. I don’t know how many heroes were made to cry and lament sadly. My favorite poet is Xin Qiji of the Song Dynasty. His poem Yongyu Le? Guting Nostalgia in North Beijing is deeply loved by many heroes. This poem is similar to Linjiang Xian, and Yang Shen's Linjiang Xian is even more so. Visited Nanxiangzi who hired Xin Qiji. Every time I calm my heart in these few words, I will always have more respect for life while crying, and I will hold the time in my hands tighter, for fear that a trace will be lost and become a sigh in my life. Among modern poems, the most popular one is Haizi's "September". The sentence "The bright moon is like a mirror, hanging high in the grassland, reflecting thousands of years." However, the vast artistic conception hides a sadness that no one can understand, which makes people confused and difficult to understand. , but sadly wanted to cross the horizon and find a fulcrum of one's own. The most beautiful and touching thing in "September" is "The wind in the distance is farther than the distance". Lovelorn people, destitute people, people with unrealized ambitions, if they taste it carefully, it will undoubtedly slowly become the blood flowing into their bones. It is beautiful and desolate, and they want to cry but have no tears! Such is life, for thousands of years, There is a helplessness that neither you nor I can change. When we put our gaze into the universe, we are even more like dust! It is precisely because of this that life is very real, and we will always sing quietly.
Life is a song that is sung quietly! Even so, it can be sweet and moving.
Seize the most beautiful time in life, have a simple love, smile with your friends, talk and laugh with your relatives, never regret, and you will become the protagonist on your stage!
Life is A softly sung song, try your best to reach the other side of your dream!