Twisted in the sky,
Sweep the breeze,
Touch my face,
Pen and ink with heart,
Write the chapter of dreams,
The dream remains the same,
Without numbers,
Open a window of happy dreams,
Looking at old clothes,
Trees are dark,
The figure rustled,
People are bustling,
And left in a hurry,
Have a good face,
But a complete stranger,
Keep looking,
I can't stop being disappointed,
Three years, five years,
Maybe eight years,
Continue to wait;
Because I never expected it,
I never gave up,
Wait until maybe,
This is just a dream,
Expect, wait,
But never gave up,
Always complaining about getting too little,
I don't know,
A pure heart,
It belongs to you.
I know everyone wants to be a happy person.
Eat delicious food, watch movies and travel everywhere.
Work is very relaxed, walking hand in hand in the sunset.
Don't worry about the house and health.
As long as you look at the smiling face, you can feel the breath of happiness.
You can feel happy just by listening to laughter.
At this time, we can see everyone.
Are kind and harmonious.
At this time, every river, every mountain, including every tree.
Is the source of happiness.
At this time, every cloud, every bird, including every flower.
Are wonderful notes.
There are countless rainbows in the sky.
There are countless magpies falling on it.
Singing the same happy song
There are thousands of kinds of fruits on the earth.
There are thousands of insects dancing.
The joy of celebrating the same harvest
Now, we, migrant workers,
Waiting to have a good mood every day.
Every day after dusk, after work.
Get a happy kiss from afar
Then wash clothes happily.
Sleep soundly in sweetness
Waiting for prose poem 3 when I leave.
Because I can't stand it.
So I don't look at you.
When I left.
Because I love you very much.
So I didn't cry.
Silent farewell is more painful for me.
I rode a wild goose for the first time this summer.
Where are you going? In the far south.
No answer, no one knows.
People say that fate has come and gone, and it's good to get together and go. It's good to see you.
My heart hurts and my tears are sour.
All I know is that you are still alive without me.
Time can make several people stay where they are and wait.
Go with the flow, who will blame you for delaying the time?
Yell at me. I don't care. I forgot.
No, sorry.
Nobody owes anyone.
No one has wronged anyone.
We love because we are willing to live.
People always change.
You will never be a grain of sand in memory.
But there are always some people who don't want to leave
When you left, I cried in the wind.
The arrival of sunshine makes me even colder.
There are only tears left in the corner of my eyes.
If I leave, will you still be there
No one answered.
Time has always loved you for me.
Who will love those who leave?
Origin and extinction, origin and extinction.
There is always no fixed answer.
There is only a wisp of fragrance left at the fingertips.
In your dreams, in your mind, in your heart.
Waiting for Prose Poetry 4 Last year, Peach Blossom met the river.
The peach blossom is burning and dizzy.
Riverside boy, sunny and handsome
They met in the joy of flowers.
In a beautiful flower, they made a promise of spring.
There is sunshine to testify.
With the earth as witness.
There are hundreds of flowers to prove it.
Sister Cao also saw it.
Lark, magpie, wind
Bring their news to friends.
It is spring again.
March ushered in a warm spring breeze.
The dance steps appeared in waves.
The earth is full of joy, jubilation and peace.
The flowers are in full bloom and the flowers are overflowing.
Peach blossoms are waiting anxiously.
Waiting for the arrival of my lover.
What a long wait!
Peach blossom seems to feel the stagnation of time.
Love! Where are you?
Baihua invited them to the spring banquet.
Long wait
As there is no river, it is far away.
Peach blossoms cry.
Blush and pink face
Pieces of purple are flying.
Sad tears
Like a flying silk scarf blowing flowers in the air.
Red reflecting spring.
Why does peach blossom torture itself?
As the saying goes, the east is not bright and the west is bright.
Learn more knowledge and skills when you are young.
Open your bright eyes.
Grasp the bright future
Waiting for Prose Poetry 5 Spring is an endless road.
The two sides of the Taiwan Strait are shaded by trees.
It is difficult to write a school of scenery in a secluded scene.
It is difficult to describe a pulse of amorous feelings in poetry.
Wandering in the arms of spring
Forget the world
Heart freehand brushwork with the wind
Green leaves make eyes smart.
The scenery in front of us is familiar.
There will be unexpected surprises.
Green is good, and fragrance is natural education.
Fang Kan, green can cover pepper chrysanthemum.
Or you can kneel under the green Ran Ran skirt.
Kissing is wishful thinking
Every spring morning.
It's so touching
Sowing belongs to seasonal attachment.
In the spring of the Lantern Festival.
All this is so exciting.
Will belong to the care of nature.
Unfold the sacred canvas.
Let van Gogh's wonderful pen point out.
Put the golden sunrise in the middle.
A stroke that penetrates the back of the paper.
Is to draw hope.
As long as the sun is shining.
The vast mountains and rivers are full of stories of our ancestors.
The magnificent land contains infinite wisdom.
Breathe fresh air.
I feel refreshed
Or you can bend down and enjoy this warm spring day.
fall in love at first sight
In the charm of spring
There are often traces of ivy entanglement.
This is what you see.
They are holding heart-shaped leaves.
Light green.
Just growing leisurely in the sunset
In fact, there is our shadow there.
In fact, there is our mood there.
When the sun climbs the hill.
Those green hearts sparkle.
Waving spring wind chimes
I will stare at that smile for a long time
Seems lost in thought-looks very melancholy.
Or you can stop in this trickle.
A night's talk, Sanqiu.
I really want to walk in the corridor by the water.
Holding a roll of Tang poetry and Song poetry.
I really want to linger in Xiao He's sharp pond.
Get a bamboo flute dance and a down jacket
Express one's feelings about life
Pour out one's heart for life
The rose I admire
Maybe some purple is missing.
I ignored Mulan.
Maybe it is full of enthusiasm.
A minute on a spring night is worth a thousand dollars-every minute on a wedding night is precious.
How can you hold a cold tightly in winter?
Nothing that blows in the wind is fruit.
Quietly together, it is possible to collect.
Pick a cloud
Weave a plain brocade
Or you can snuggle up in the soft.
Waiting for the season of flowers.
Waiting for the moment when the prose poem 6 flowers are waiting to open, the moment when the rain is waiting to realize its value, the moment when the car is waiting to leave, and the moment when the paper is waiting for the words on it, what am I waiting for?
Waiting is a long process. Some people wait for the bus to come, some people wait for the results to be announced, and some people wait for the phone to ring. That moment means a festival, the joy of success, and the realization of dreams!
I'm waiting to go to college, the carefree sunshine life in college, the unrestrained free life in college, and the moment I go to college is worth waiting for. After a long time, waiting is like coffee, tasteless and slowly flavored bit by bit. Although bitter in the middle, but with a little sugar, people feel that the dream will come true, with a sense of excitement, a little sweetness and a desire to brew.
The final process, lost the bitterness of coffee, with a hint of sweetness!
The wait is long and expected.
Waiting is a long process, and long is the Hongqiao of expectation!
I firmly believe that waiting will always come true!
Grade 6 of Ordos Affiliated School of Beijing Normal University: Guo Yiman