Lyric Prose about the Years 1
I want to climb up step by step, waiting for the sun to look at its face quietly. The small sky has big dreams, heavy Wrapped in shell, looking up gently. Time has gone, but it has left behind shattered memories. In the blink of an eye, the hard and unforgettable memories left by those times are still silently thinking about the past and the happiness in my heart. I'm sorry, I'm gone, with the time. If you leave, you can't go back. ——Inscription
Those so-called best times are not because of its beauty, but because of its eternal loss. We can only call it with nostalgia, so it will become extremely beautiful. I hope All the years that have passed will become the best times in our memories. The years are like songs, melodious, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes sad. Those squandered young years are accompanied by a trace of reverie and youthful dreams. When I was a child, I liked to look up, so that the tears in my eyes would not fall. I am used to it. Face everything with strength and dare not shed tears easily. My young heart always misses those memories in silence. I always feel that they are happiness and the most beautiful days. Unfortunately, time passes by. Gone, took away everything, took away my only happy time, I looked back, kept thinking, chanting, crying, walking hard step by step, at this moment, I want to stay in the dream, It sleeps forever like this, keeping all the years. Unfortunately, I can't keep it, and it's still gone.
Dreams, broken, night, lonely, flowers blooming brightly, scattered with fragrance, the tears at the corners of the mouth have not been wiped dry, but they have left a faint trace. At this moment, I miss you. In the summer of that year, I was still intoxicated with my childhood. At that time, I was still ignorant and carefree. My grandma always loved me very much. I still remember that at that time, I liked to fall asleep listening to my grandma’s singing. Because of that, I I won't feel scared, I will only feel warm and safe. The quiet melody echoes in my ears, and I fall asleep gently. In my sleep, my grandma's kind smile is so warm, and she touches her gently. Holding my head, looking at me peacefully, always with a smile, without too many words, I smiled innocently, so sweetly. Unfortunately, the end of summer gradually faded away, and she also walked away gently along with the years. That day, I cried myself to sleep. In my dream, I saw her smiling kindly at me and singing softly. , coax me to sleep, in the dream, I am so happy, I smile and look at it stupidly. However, the reality is the opposite. She left without leaving many words. Time has gone and people have gone. All that is left are memories. I gently wipe my tears and say goodbye to yesterday, the past and the past. You, who loved me the most this summer, are still in my heart as time goes by and have never changed. I still remember those times.
Close your eyes and think about it quietly. The past time is out of reach and drifting away from us. Looking back at the roads, although they are full of thorns, they are still walking steadily, because Under her protection, I live a stable and peaceful life, with less worries and worries. Sometimes, I don’t want to think about the past bits and pieces. What can’t be brought back? What can I miss? Time has passed. There is no going back.
Youth is a book that is too hasty. It is a road that you will never look back on. We will all grow older with time, so it would be nice if we don’t regret it. The days of being young and frivolous, walking on the road of youth, the years that are like water, I don’t know how many more have passed, such years are like wind and water, we are all silent in such a world, without too many worries, we are used to this Life, but I am afraid of being taken away by time. Can I just not grow up and stay in these beautiful times? I dare not think about what will happen to us in the future as time goes by. I just want to keep the time. Don't take away the years, but before you know it, your youth is about to go away again. You can't go back to yesterday, and there are still those unknown futures. The years have no trace. When you look back suddenly, the memories left behind will accompany you, step by step. As we go on, the years will be quiet, and everything will rest in peace. I can only say sorry for those past things, and I will dust away those remaining memories.
Flowers bloom, flowers wither, the years remain the same, the yesterday that passed will never come back, too many right and wrong will go away with the years, I don’t want to grow up, so let me sleep in my dream , feeling the past, the flowers bloom for a while, and the years leave no trace. One day we will all grow old, and the time that cannot be retained is passed. Lyrical Prose about the Years Part 2
There is a kind of profound and selfless love in the world,
That is the great maternal love.
There is a voice in the world that makes people stay unforgettable for a lifetime,
The voice that lingers in the dream,
That is the nickname given to the child by the mother,
Kind call.
There is a pair of the most beautiful and caring eyes in the world.
It is the mother’s kind look at her child.
There is one of the most holy and beautiful palaces in the world.
It is the home where mothers give birth to their children.
The sun rises slowly from the east, and the golden sunshine fills the earth. Although it is still cold and the ground is freezing, yet another awakening spring is quietly coming. Year after year, time flies by. Looking at the sky outside the window, my thoughts were rolling, mother, are you at peace in heaven now? Have you turned into the white cloud in the blue sky as you wished?
Today is my birthday, and it is also your Good Friday. Thinking of this, my nose feels sour, and tears fall down like threads. Mother, are you the white cloud in the blue sky?
January 1961 On the day of the 11th, poor mother! When you were pregnant with your child for ten months, you experienced the great famine, which people call the torment of life and death in the 20s and 20s, and gave birth to me with difficulty and pain. The birth of a child brings not tears of joy to you as a mother, but heart-breaking sorrow and fear. You see what kind of little life it is. With yellow skin and a skinny little body, it looks like a small skeleton. The ten months you were pregnant with your child were spent with less than two taels of food a day. At that time, your father left home because of hunger and went to work, leaving you alone in the empty house. For the sake of the fetus in your belly, you went up the mountain to dig wild vegetables to satisfy your hunger, and you dug out all the wild vegetables. , eating corn stalk hearts, tree bark, bean leaves...you almost ate everything that could satisfy your hunger. At that time, a belief was supporting you, to survive for the sake of the fetus in your belly. Maybe it was your strength that moved God. You escaped from the hell gate and the fetus did not die.
Mother, I heard my grandma tell me that I was dying right after I was born. After the doctor examined me, I told my father that the baby could not be fed because he had a congenital heart disease and was underdeveloped. He should throw it away cruelly. When my father found the old mourner in Chunli who was in charge of the dead, you were the one who snatched me back from the hands of the old mourner in the village by shouting madly and heartbreakingly, cursing the doctor and my father. For more than half a month, you, who were weak, stayed up all night, holding me with only a weak breath, with tears streaming down your face, crying and calling out your baby's nickname over and over again, and kneeling on the ground to pray to the sky for me again and again. You used your His devout human love moved heaven and earth and made ghosts and gods weep. Take me back from the hands of death. It is you who created the life miracle of great maternal love in the world. Later, when the doctor heard that I had saved his life, he said to my father, "It's an incredible miracle."
The memories of childhood are full of helpless sadness. Mother, how can the child forget that due to congenital dysplasia, the child often gets sick, haggard and exhausted, you hold the young me in the wind Come to the rain and search for medicine for me. How many nights did you stay up all night holding me who was sick, crying secretly? In order to treat me, you spent all your family's money. You are young, beautiful and love to dress up, but you can't bear to buy a dress anymore. What's the point? You always take a bite of food yourself and leave it to your children and father. Sometimes your children ask you why you don’t eat, but you can always smile and tell your children that you don’t like to eat. I was young and ignorant, but I believed your lies. How could I know the compassion of a loving mother?
Mother! How can my child forget that when I was in school, I often had to attend classes for half a month due to illness? The torture of the illness and the decline in academic performance made my child want to drop out of school in pain. , you encouraged your children not to be discouraged. You said, "There is no blessing that cannot be enjoyed in the world, and there is no sin that cannot be suffered without studying." In this way, the child dragged his illness, studied hard, and finally completed his studies from elementary school to high school. The child should never forget that when he failed the college entrance examination that year, the child fell ill and was admitted to the hospital. When he was extremely depressed in the journey of life, it was you who advised the child, "If you can't become a flower, you will become a grass, the sun." They all follow the example of your uneducated mother using simple language to interpret the meaning of self-improvement in life.
Time flies, and I have been plagued by illnesses all my life. Now, after experiencing the ups and downs of life, I am now facing even worse hardships. Perhaps it is God’s will. I used to blame God and worry about others, but when the illness tortures me, I am in pain and want to live. At that time, I also blamed my mother for bringing me into this world and causing me to suffer so much from diseases and pain. Mother, mother, what you can see and hear in heaven today is that my daughter said to you with tears in her eyes, "I'm sorry for my poor mother. My daughter is unfilial. Your kindness to me throughout my life has not been repaid by my daughter. You Just leave me too early and I will break your heart. How can the child forget that when you were terminally ill and about to pass away, you held the child's hand tightly and looked at the child unable to say a word. Infinite concern and attachment went to heaven. I still think of it all the time, and my daughter burst into tears and felt like a knife was piercing her heart. Lyrical prose about remembering the years, Part 3
Everyone’s heart has an echo of life, which echoes in music and our destiny. The kind of echo that always lingered in my ears before suddenly seemed to be interrupted, the interrupted sound of the piano...
I clearly remember that kind of sound, as low and graceful as the reincarnation of heaven and earth. , the same luxuriant grass and drizzle make the tree, no matter how hard or tall, bend down, swaying its branches to the ground, swaying softly into the empty green shade. When a person is moved by a song, no matter what kind of song it is, it must be a simple and beautiful thing. My middle school years were trapped in this red dream. From then on, I fell in love with Qiu, because he and I met in autumn and fell in love until...
Like flowers and beautiful families, years pass by; time flies by and winds and clouds pass; I have done a lot, but also made a lot of mistakes; Gain a lot and lose a lot. But, from beginning to end, I also remember: the slowly falling maple leaves are like longing. Even after autumn has passed, I will still eagerly look forward to the arrival of the next autumn; although I don’t know how many more autumns I can see, I am still looking forward to meeting you again and waiting for the unloved love with you. However, overnight, I seemed to have lost all my longing, and I was not sure about your shadow.
I don’t know why we can’t always talk about each other, but we obviously have each other’s heartbeat. I look for that kind of echo every day, the echo that has been interrupted in my life; I want to find it back and continue to listen.
Every time I see your empty eyes, my heart is empty. In fact, no one is wrong, it is just the way of expression that is wrong. You have done so much for me, thank you; I know you are not wrong. I have done so much, but I dare not say it is for you in front of you. Maybe I was wrong in your world, but I will never say I'm sorry. I don't want to say it because I'm not sorry for you at all. Maybe my tears and my smile are just perfect performances for you, and they are not worth your time at all. But you will never know. You don’t know why I was so cruel and hovering in the sky where you can’t see. You don’t know why I left you and insisted that I couldn’t let myself cry. You'll never know, and I'll never tell. That moment is still vivid in my mind; that scene is still unforgettable in my mind; do you know? Forget it, you still don’t know, and I won’t tell you. Because, because this is a secret that cannot be told.
I still remember the ‘secret that cannot be told’, I still remember it very clearly. I still remember "Liang and Chen holding hands to watch the sea wandering around the world." I also remember "Wherever the treasure goes, I will go." It's you on the left, I still remember it. I still remember that goodbye that was too late to say. I know you will also remember it clearly or forget it completely; because your name is Liang, right? "You can't be friends because you have hurt each other; you can't be enemies because you have loved each other." I also remember it, and I will remember it firmly. There is no longer anyone who is Liang’s Chen and who is Chen’s Liang, right? You should be better off than before, right? I really want to ask how you are doing lately? But I'm not the only one, so I have no rights.
How much I want you to forget me, how much I want you to remember me. No matter where I go, I will carry your shadow with me. Because you still owe me something, and I still owe you something. The so-called "some things" do not actually exist, nor do they not exist. They just exist, but we cannot see or touch them. Every time I raise my hand in the air, my heart seems empty and yet full. That was...that was the scene of your fingers tapping the piano, and it reminded me of your piano sound, the most precious sound you left to me. Is it really impossible to meet again? Even if the secular world is vague, even if God's will is unclear, even if it is clearly destined, I will cherish the promise of protecting my life. I will still look for that kind of voice, even if it is the end of the world, I am willing to do so. Because the sense of history carries you, the years remember you, and I will find you no matter what. Although the key ring is broken, the three little bears are still neatly arranged there; I don’t know where your three little bears are, and I really want them to be together.
The breeze mottled the color of the sky, and the traces of passing migratory birds were still clearly visible. But after all, some others could not see anything, including himself, who regarded it as clear air, which not only hurt others but also hurt others. Being hurt by others... Your shadow will always appear in my dreams wrapped in the evening breeze. Maybe it has been too long since no one said good night to me, and I will always be unable to sleep. In my dreams, you always pass by without even an understatement of greeting. How much I miss you asking me how I am lately? I will definitely say fine because I don't want you to worry. In this world, I am just a lonely boat, so small, but carrying many dreams. However, in order to find that kind of voice, I can ask for nothing, even if it breaks my heart, I will definitely find him; because he will be afraid that my heart will be broken and no one will wipe my tears.
Although I want to fall down desperately, but I still want one more thing, that is, to listen to the unspeakable secret you played for me again; or maybe I will never have the chance to listen again...