Regarding the choice of artistic conception prose, we often encounter some beautiful prose in our life, and many people also like to use prose as their practice object when practicing writing. Prose pays attention to the beauty of sentences, which requires everyone to integrate their feelings when writing. Let's take a look at The Mood Essays.
Emotional Prose 1 Finding Beauty from Incomplete
The days are quiet, the season is in winter, and there is no colorful autumn, but the outline of the mountains and rivers is still clear, and the desolation contains profound meanings, which makes people feel hope and miss. The afternoon sun is warm, and the branches and leaves in the yard are still the happy home of sparrows. They chattered, chattered, as if they were talking about love affairs. The leaves of the elm plum gently slide down in the breeze, which is not the parting from the tree, but the rebirth of Ye Er in winter. Sunlight and rain will give you a green color. You came, I'm still here, you left, and I grew up quietly.
Peach blossom in spring, green lotus in summer, Huang Ju in autumn and snow-white in winter all give us beautiful colors. Emotional winter, everything seems so peaceful, winter is a pure and fragrant flower, blooming in the branches of years, clean and elegant; It is a quiet and beautiful poem written in plain notes, which warms the eyebrows and the heart.
The breeze outside the window is silent and the rain rustles. Suddenly feel cold, whether it is cold or not. Cold can calm my heart, miss the past and think about the future. Spring flowers, autumn moon and summer cuckoo, winter snow is lonely and cold. Winter is the season of gathering and hiding, pregnant with hope and reborn in the cold. Looking at the high sky quietly, my thoughts drift far and far in the sky of years with misty rain. ...
Shallow feelings haunt my heart, slightly warm my eyes, and my thoughts are as dizzy as pear blossoms. We can't collect vast time, and we can't get rid of the noise of the world. We just want to take off the deep meaning of a snowflake, turn it into cinnabar in our hearts, and bloom in the past golden times.
The time at the fingertips falls in the cold night wind, and the days are the same as before, only with the increase of age, a little more understanding of life and a little more vicissitudes. The years are old, the heart is still young, and there are dreams, love and expectations. Yesterday's melancholy has gone with the wind. At that time, there were many kinds of customs, just like before.
In the quiet night, the bright moon is like frost, and the wind seems to be gentle, tapping on my heart window. There is your breath in the words you put pen to paper. I miss you in the moonlight dancing by the window. It turns out that thinking of you quietly is so beautiful. The thin moonlight fell into my eyes like water, expecting that you just came and I just happened to be there. Looking at the night sky quietly, the stars are blinking, as if talking to me. Deep in my memory, I just miss a feeling that time has slipped away, that persistence is still there, and that belief is still there. Some things are not incomprehensible, just don't want to understand; Some words are not unknown, but I just don't want to say them.
When the heart is tired, overlooking or staring blankly is the exile of the soul. The faint words are the bosom friends of the soul, and there is a kind of tenderness flowing between the lines. Happiness and sadness will eventually be dull. Only inner peace can make everything simple and peaceful.
In winter, it is very cold, but the warm sunshine will come as scheduled, the world is empty, everything is silent, and everything is waiting for preparation. This season, let the soul become holy and tenacious, and the voice in the depths of the soul plays the harmony of the soul in every quiet time like water.
Perhaps this life is destined to be a sentimental woman, watching flowers fall will hurt, and watching the bright moon will miss someone. I have always believed that there is a kind of love that will be integrated into life with the passage of time. There is a kind of warmth, even in the cold winter, it will always linger around.
On the road we walked, there were too many scenery that passed by in a hurry. "There are thousands of flowers in the eyes, but only three or two in the banquet." Can enter the heart, it is stained with the luster of dew; What can make you moved and unforgettable is that you came with your heart. Maybe life can't last forever, but in the depths of time, I prefer to keep a flowing love in the dull years. Isn't this a kind of happiness?
The night is very quiet, and a bright moon hangs quietly in the treetops. I know that you will come in a faint way, just to find a connection. No matter how much pain and suffering you have experienced, you will always stand by my side, look at me with warm eyes and give me courage and strength. Always with me, I said, you know; You said, I understand.
Gently, cut out a dull time, let me accompany you with elegant feelings, look at the quiet years, look at the long flowing water, okay? Love is not a pledge of eternal love, nor is it taking and giving. It is the daily necessities in ordinary fireworks, and it is the suffering of holding hands with fingers through the years. Actually, I never thought about getting anything. I just want to miss you quietly, in a snowy season, in a spring season.
Everything in the world has a destiny, no flower can bloom forever, and no one can accompany you through life from beginning to end. No matter how the world changes, it can't stop us from moving forward. With an indifferent attitude, we accept all the parting and pain, and accept the right and wrong we have gone through. A person's life is bound to experience wind and rain, which is a kind of spiritual washing and life experience. Every step, whether the result is good or bad, will give people inspiration and help. Find beauty from imperfection, find vitality from failure, and the sunshine is always after the storm.
In the winter morning, the sun shines warmly into my hut through the screen window, and my mood suddenly becomes clear. Throw away those sentimentality and forget those troubles, I can still sit quietly in the courtyard of time, the moon is bright and the wind is clear, leaving a ray of warmth and letting the faint fragrance full of handwriting surge gently. I can still walk in the snow and dance with light steps, looking forward to another spring of life.
Emotional Prose 2 Happiness is like a beating note, spreading all over the world.
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Happy prelude
Happiness often comes unconsciously. Because of the upcoming monthly exam, my parents hereby allow me to sleep a little longer on weekend mornings to recharge myself. I firmly seized this rare opportunity and fell asleep.
"Get up!" My mother's voice almost scared my soul away! Go out and have a look: Wow! There is an oversized, beautiful and expensive birthday cake on the dining table. "Happy birthday, son!"
"Thank you, Mom!" I said excitedly.
"Congratulations, son, you are one year older!"
Suddenly a sense of happiness came to my mind, making me feel that I am the happiest person in the world!
"Son, people grow up one year old again! Is it necessary to go up a flight of stairs to study? " Mom, don't say anything meaningful.
"Uh-huh" nodded helplessly, knowing that he was cheated again this time! Besides, you can go back on your word after eating the cake!
The cake is sweet, but what you eat is bitter! But my mother, who was busy all day, remembered my birthday. I am still very happy.
Happy concerto
After the birthday, "I was defeated by orders, and I was in danger by orders." Get up early every day, study hard, and hope that God will repay you. ...
Finally, the day of the exam came. Step into the examination room and pray silently: don't forget what you just recited.
The air after the exam is always mixed with joy and sigh, but I have no chance to be happy, so I have to join the world of sighs and sadness silently.
On the way to school, kicking a stone and walking home distractedly really feels like a hell on earth. Back home, I explained the situation to my parents. Instead of blaming me, they told me to relax: "We should analyze the cause and effect from an objective standpoint and learn from it to avoid repeating the same mistakes. In the face of the first failure, we should face it with a calm mind. I want you to see these things as ashes of your soul. Of course, when you look at them, you can't help feeling a lot, but don't hurt yourself unforgettable. But cherish your heart like an ancient battlefield. " Think about it, dad is right! Why don't we face it with a calm heart? At this time, psychological troubles suddenly vanished, and a heavy stone fell to the ground in my heart, feeling extremely happy and happy.
Happy March
Although the exam is over, happiness is not over yet, because happiness will never appear out of thin air. After the exam storm, I learned how to face things with a calm heart. I think happiness is everywhere, including perfect happiness, surprising happiness, forgiving others' happiness, educating children's happiness and facing things calmly. Flowers are still in full bloom, birds are still singing and streams are still flowing. As long as the earth is still turning, happiness will continue.
I enjoy happiness and love every moment of happiness. Let's look for happy notes, write happy music and play happy symphonies together!
Mood 3 Prose Life is full of affection and righteousness. Love is like fate, with Qian Qian's troubles and grievances. Justice is like a mountain of brothers. Wanli broke off all the way to know each other and felt like brothers. If they cherish each other, flowers will bloom.
Vicissitudes, no trace of heart, dark clouds hate life, intoxicated for thousands of years, loneliness kills ancient and modern people, and the sunset glow is a little red. Love is that the maple forest is not old, leaving a yearning.
Baishi has no flowers, plum leaves bend, Ye Gucheng leaves, and broken Baishi leaves bloom. Love is like running water, lingering and slender. Things are impermanent and illusions are endless. The spirit of heaven and earth is metaphysically floating. At the end of the blue, the lonely soul is wandering and lonely. Dream like a shadow. The beauty of second time around is that she has missed that vague and bleak memory. The cold comes to the west wind, the river is deep, and the lingering thoughts can't be erased, and the Millennium cold. Flying all over the sky are endless thoughts of rain, sorrow and water. How can it compare with three glasses and two light wines?
Time is endless, and the horizon is endless. What falls is mud and dust, and there is no shore. Branches in Bai Mei, broken, lonely, the sunset trapped in the world, is a faint cry. Sunset red, sunset before the snow mountain. Never met, doomed to spend a lifetime looking for disappeared without a trace. The past is shattered with the wind, and things are different. Where is her hometown, where is her hair withered, where is her hair gray, and where is her beauty withered? How can she stay here and leave quietly?
Unforgettable cold feeling is nothing more than sporadic fragments in the picture. The world of mortals can't break dawn, and the past is dusty. Isn't that the endless dream will end at the end of the day, and the lingering thoughts are not a few feet of Ye Gucheng, but loneliness and gloom in loneliness? A persistent thought, love is the abuse of the soul, but also a scarred reflection again. A beautiful woman is dead, but a bosom friend is hard to find.
Wandering in the moonlight memory is the beautiful image of the Iraqi people in the dream disappearing on the mirror moon lake, graceful and sad and hoarse in the moonlight. I gave the last withered maple leaf to Ivylinna Lee. The ripples are the tears of dew and Polaris.
A song from the song, the word is poor and drunk for thousands of years, the candle is broken, the running water is constant, and the thoughts are endless. It's hard to leave Meng Xiao. How many flowers have fallen, and many meetings are really for separation. A short separation may be to meet again another day. All good things must come to an end. When we are away from home, we are waiting for each other, leaving a feeling of parting, which has been entangled in our hearts.
What can't be washed away is Erguotou, a friend's life, the true feelings are comfortable, thousands of miles away, the intimate feelings are not drunk, and the true feelings are lifelong. You have a good life, and heaven remains our neighbourhood. At that time, you would drink a few pots of wine in the rain in a hurry, with sincere words and feelings.
It's just that there is no trace of heartbreak, and Yao Yao has no end. Next stop, I don't know which section of the road is at the end of the world of mortals. The clouds are gloomy, Wan Li mourns, the twilight lingers, the pontoon bridge and Gong Ling are destroyed and disillusioned. No matter who lives with whom, who cares for the rest of his life, in the end, the end of the world is as dusty as Egypt, buried in wet and cold soil, never waking up again, with no trace of bones, and hatred for life, broken into mud and dust. The scattered wind has gone away, and I wonder if the fallen leaves have fallen asleep. Love is the poison of the world, and there is no cure. The candle went out. Beauty is in decline.