A beautiful life does not require too much money to realize. As long as you have a yearning for beauty in your heart, your life can be beautiful. Below is 1,500 words of beautiful prose that I brought to you for your enjoyment.
1500 words of beautiful prose (1)
Jiangnan has nurtured and nourished me, a place so beautiful that there are endless topics to talk about. In the bottom of my heart, there is always a kind of feeling that lingers and cannot be dissipated. It is not an exaggeration to call this beautiful painting scene "Prose Jiangnan".
When you open the book of Jin Yong and his son, his deep Jiangnan plot is permeated in many places. "In March in the south of the Yangtze River, the grass grows and the orioles fly" repeatedly flashes in his words, and the text is like the voice of his heart. , I can feel that deep nostalgia is accumulated in his heart like moisture. On the other side of the sun and the moon, I should have returned to the south of the Yangtze River in my dreams several times. If I can't get close, why don't I use words to pile up that strand of homesickness that is constantly cut and confused? Wander in the long river of literature and enjoy the sun and the moon. I am so lucky to let these gentle autumn winds open the book for me that still has the fragrance of ink, and search for the weeping prose Jiangnan.
Jiangnan is like a song, Jiangnan is like wine, Jiangnan is like poetry, and Jiangnan is like a dream. Jiangnan is a long ink scroll with suitable shades. ?Suddenly a spring breeze comes overnight, thousands of pear blossoms bloom on the trees?, ?The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and the wind from the willows blows on your face, which is not cold? What sentence is not the elegance of Jiangnan? If I ask where the restaurant is, the shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village. In the drizzle, I can see Du Mu's sadness lingering on his brow. At Hanshan Temple outside the city of Suzhou, the midnight bell rings to the crow of the passenger ship. Here, there is Zhang Ji's sleepless night: "Jiangnan is good, the scenery is familiar to me." When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as the fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue. Bai Liuyi's heart is jumping with joy: "The water is shining and the sky is clear, and the mountains are empty and rainy." Here, the east slope should be envious of the west. Naughty youth?
Prose In Jiangnan, you can find a green space and let the light kites fly in the spring. Or you can compose poems in the long pavilion of Yangliu Yili to convey your thoughts to your sweetheart. When the eyes are full of green lotus leaves, there is a small boat rippling on the lake, the lukewarm Shaoxing rice wine is in the hand, and the breeze with the smell of lotus blows on the face, everyone is happy to be drunk and unwilling to wake up. Guys and dolls, peach blossoms on the long embankment, Wu Nong's soft words will be so sweet that it will make you sick together with the golden jujubes and Lu Manuo recommended pork ribs. In the night with the sound of lights and shadows, walking ten miles across the Qinhuai River, you can see the beauty of the "smoke cage, cold water, moon cage cage" gauze? At this time, there may be that gentle woman, green fingers gently twisting on the pipa, the years are here The time has spanned thousands of years, it is as quiet as a dream and as sweet as the aged wine. Yu Dafu described how the ripe spring brought deep light and heat, which were reflected in the green waves of the Qiantang River. The branches on both sides of the river and the sandy ground under the trees were all covered with a layer of green velvet. Is there a fresh fragrance steaming out? At this time, can you smell the unique flavor of Jiangnan in this text?
Jiangnan in summer is the first turning point of the prose. In June, the scenery of West Lake is still different from the four seasons. "The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are exceptionally red." You don't have to ask Yang Wanli if he has ever lied. Find any kid who is grazing in the south of the Yangtze River and he will tell you his happiness. Have you ever climbed to the Three Mountains of Runzhou amidst the restless sound of cicadas? In the excitement of Qianlong's panoramic view of the river and the sky, you will be taught to gaze across the river and sky to see sand gulls gathering in the sky, without any disturbance. Perhaps in the wilderness, the sky is low, and the trees are low, and the sun sets and the guests are worried about the new arrival, on the willow bank of the river, you, who are sentimental, can indulge your pure sorrow, take advantage of the river to swim upstream, and send your lovesickness to her until she sleeps. The red building. "The tide is beating all around my motherland, and I still cross the parapet wall late at night", which should describe the boundless loneliness and melancholy of the summer night in the south of the Yangtze River.
?After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks. ?In the autumn of the south of the Yangtze River, the women waving their gauze in the gurgling streams are so light and charming, why don't they make the kings and grandsons stop and bow their heads! Looking at it from the Tengwang Pavilion? The setting clouds and the solitary birds are flying together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky. ?How much accumulated thoughts you have can be released at this moment, letting your thoughts fly in the water and sky. Jiangnan in autumn is quiet. If you use music to describe it, the shakuhachi dongxiao is the most appropriate. In "A Dream of Red Mansions", Daiyu burying flowers should be in the solemn autumn, the solemnity of Jinling, and the desolation of Stone City. I have read Zhang Xiuya's "Autumn Letters", which was written to my lover, "Jingjing, you are wearing clothes in the ancient pool, the water is cold, I saw your shadow trembling on the water." And when you go back, on the single-plank bridge, the moon is as bright as frost, it is a silver night, the water drops on the remaining lotus slip down, everything is quiet, only the breeze is with you passing by, not to mention the sound of frogs diving. ?, you see, in the autumn of Jiangnan, there is no somber love, but sweet and leisurely love.
The snowy days in the south of the Yangtze River are all clever, different from the northern country where the snow is so heavy that the bows and knives are full, and the Yanshan snowflakes are as big as mats. There are those nights when the sky is snowing, and I can drink a cup of warm warmth, lean against the small red clay stove, drink freshly brewed wine, and chatter away gossips. ?A lone man in a boat, fishing alone in the cold river snow? This is an ink painting of a winter in the south of the Yangtze River. It is vividly drawn in black and white. In the eye-catching pleasure, you cannot feel the cold, and you have entered the painting.
I really like Yu Dafu's description. It's early in the morning when the gray clouds have swept away, the fallen leaves are all over the streets, and the morning frost is as white as the powder on a black woman's face. As soon as the sun rises above the eaves, the birds are chirping again, and the muddy ground is wet. When the water vapor is released, old men and children can sit in the open space in front of the door, chat, and live outside the camp. Isn’t this kind of winter scenery in the south of the Yangtze River very cute?
Love is also long, dreams are also long, my prose Jiangnan, I can't say enough about my love for you.