In daily study, work or life, many people have written prose, right? Prose has the highest demands on the author's subjective emotions among all literary styles, second only to poetry. So the question is, how can we complete an excellent prose? Below is the prose I compiled for you about returning to Nantian. You are welcome to read it. I hope you will like it. Prose of Hui Nantian Chapter 1
The weather in Guangzhou is humid in March, also called Hui Nantian. If you don't close the doors and windows in the morning and evening, the whole house will be filled with crystal clear pearls every next day. Bai Letian's "Poor night of the third day of September, the dew is like pearls and the moon is like a bow" placed in Guangzhou should be changed to " It's a pity that in March, when I return to the south night, the dew is like pearls and the moon is like a bow."
A few days ago, it was the worst time for Guangzhou to return to the south. Weather forecasts and news media were reminding people to remember to prevent the return to the south. But I actually forgot about it. When I returned home and closed the windows, my home was already full of pearls. While he was upset, he also had the spirit of Ah Q. Pearls come uninvited. It is better to have pearls at home than not at all, but after thinking about it, we must get rid of all these uninvited guests.
Walking into the house, I accidentally glanced at the flower pond. My heart tightened, as the camellia flowers and orchid flowers in the flower pond had fled away from their mothers, falling into the soil in pieces and dancing in the breeze. I can't help but lament that the flowers withered so early. I really like turning into spring mud to protect the flowers.
When the flowers bloom and fade, the sky is full of flowers. Who can pity the red flowers and their fragrance?
On the eve of the Spring Festival, a friend gave me a pot of orchids and two camellias. In fact, before this, I knew very little about flowers, let alone raising them. I never imagined that one day I would grow flowers myself, let alone funeral flowers like the dropweed. But the flowers came as soon as they were promised, and I couldn’t tolerate any prevarication, so I bought some sweet-scented osmanthus, Chlorophytum, Sansevieria, etc. and raised them at home. I am very worried that these flowers will be a waste in my hands. So I got some soil and put it in the flower pond, and carefully raised these beautiful little elves. I learned a lot about how to raise flowers on the Internet. I learned half of it.
When flowers bloom, they wither and fall...
This is also the law of natural development. Everything actually has a beginning and an end, but the process needs to be cherished. Flowers are also people, and they also talk about fate. Being connected with flowers is also a wonderful thing.
Looking at the falling petals, the red lotus roots are fragrant and the layman Yi'an is alone in the orchid boat. The flowers are floating on the water and the water is like the sentence in "A Dream of Red Mansions": "You have died today and are being buried. I don't know when I will be buried?" People who are buried in flowers today are laughing like idiots, but who do you know who was buried in slaves when they were young?" One by one came to mind. It was very clear that the two of them were actually the same, so why did they frown when they were talking about something other than the pearl grass?
Taking the flower planting tools, he dug a flower in the center of the flower pond. Small pit. I carefully picked up the petals and put them into the pit. Looking at the different and gorgeous petals, they were as beautiful as Sleeping Beauty. As the soil covers it down, what is covered is not soil, but fate, the birth and death of a fate...
After burying the flowers, I couldn't help but laugh. Isn't this a bit imitative? . But forget about that, since we are related to flowers, why not taste it when we are buried in flowers?
According to Buddhist scriptures, after crossing Naihe Bridge and drinking Meng Po soup, my mind gradually became blurred. A blank. Everyone will look around in panic, looking for the lover of this life in the vast sea of ??people. "I searched for it thousands of times in the crowd, but when I suddenly looked back, I found that person in a dimly lit place." It is destined that a person may love many people in his life. It doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong. What's important is that the person who buried you in the previous life is the lover beside you who cares about you...
When you grow flowers, you go with the flow; when the flowers fade and bloom, you go with the flow; when you bury the flowers, you go with the flow.
Destiny comes and goes, fate comes and goes, and fate comes and goes...