lyric prose
I think, in each of our hearts, there will be bright lights flashing, and these lights will gather together bit by bit and become melted palms. It is so warm, so under its guidance, I will look for the key in my heart. It says my dream is to fly.
I really hope to fly in my dream, so far away, so unrestrained, raining, without pain or anger, so free and happy!
In the face of big bags and dazzling array of food, I am not furious enough to return to my old gluttony, but extremely calm.
For several days in a row, I never ate dinner, and my weight remained stable. At this time, I was still restrained and persistent, so that I just took some peanuts and the only small jar of almond dew, and left everything in its original place untouched.
I'm afraid, I'm afraid that once I open the box, I can't restrain my hunger for food, so I choose to ignore it.
I didn't go back to the dormitory with them until ten o'clock in the evening after work. I never looked at them again until I took off my shoes, socks and clothes, smoked in bed and turned on my laptop to proofread what I had written in those three hours.
The third lyric prose. Go!
Being able to walk is the basic symbol of the continuation of life. The front is bright or dark, sunny or rainy. As long as you can breathe, you can't stop. This is the mission of human life and the nature of people who live up to life.
Let's go. Of course, the road ahead will not be smooth, and the road ahead will be rugged. But after going through these roads, we will know that there is nothing we can't get through in life, no matter how hard and tired we are.
Let's go. We should share stability and prosperity after suffering. We should stand on the shoulders of our predecessors and look further. We should enjoy the best life, not those parents who have made all efforts. This is also inheritance, and this is also promotion. Of course, we must never forget the past.
Lyric Prose 4. Standing at the starting point of the new era and new stage, we are extremely lucky. Come on, when the flourishing age of China is gradually presented to the world, how wonderful it is for us to participate in the process of construction and development and contribute our strength. Are you ready? Those who are not ready should step up their preparations. Be prepared to face new tasks, new courses and new difficulties, and be prepared to make sacrifices when unexpected problems come. Just as on the eve of the founding of New China, the victims used their lives to build the cornerstone of the New China Building. We should have such a realm.
Nature does not sacrifice for the sake of sacrifice, but sacrifices some personal things in the process of avoiding sacrifice, so that personal life can be sublimated in a great era.
Let's go and March into a better and richer new life. Let's go and work hard along this broad road that has been proved by history!
The fifth lyric prose is popular. I stood up.
The heavy rain is coming, but I no longer feel any worry, and I have no luck as a child. My bones are wetter, as if a Yellow River flows through my body. It spans 5000 years of history and countless dynasties and seasons in China. This is the power of time, and this is the great wheel of time.
I think of a sentence: break the cocoon into a butterfly. This may be the true portrayal of growth.
I thought of the night after the English college entrance examination. I heard someone say, "How did my youth end so soon?" I can't help laughing, smiling to meet the gorgeous sunset.
It turns out that changing seasons is so simple.
We just need to sit in the clouds, like Liu Zongyuan and Jiang Ziya, and quietly catch a few favorite seasons.
Regardless of other seasons, the roar is endless.
The sixth lyric prose wants to do this,
Quietly taste tears;
That's what I want,
Quietly enjoy the confession of heartache;
That's what I want,
Listen deeply to the broken haggard;
It's not my fault, but it leaves me scarred,
When the vicissitudes of life soaked by tears reappear the beauty of the past,
Unforgettable eternal sadness is stationed in the avant-garde of the soul,
After several full moons and cycles!
Dreaming through the flowers,
The pride of bending down in the cold is so fearless,
Hidden blood and running water erased deep sadness,
Yes!
Tragic beauty ripples in the sunset at dusk,
The glory that cannot be concealed reflects the depth of history.
Like unavoidable wind, frost and snow. Cruel and intoxicating!
I don't want to cry, but where did the pain go?
Don't want to despair, why leave a faint and withered power?
Don't want to break your heart, how do you know that in your dream, you will recall the tears under the moon!
Lyric Prose 7 Fine rain soaked the slate in the center of the street.
Thin fog dispelled the spot rot of ancient rhyme.
Water town in late spring,
There is an elegant romance flowing in the gloom.
I don't care about the beautiful image of the tortoise on the slate.
I didn't pay attention to the towel swaying in the wind and rain.
Let the drizzle float on you at will,
Soak a heart in a simple picture.
In the blank of ink painting,
It seems to be inexplicably entangled.
Seems to have crossed the yellow calendar,
It's like wandering in a story.
Before visiting Gong Yan's study,
Visit the famous minister Xie An again.
This romantic figure is at home now,
Throughout the long history, there are stars shining.
Love changes in the scene.
Modern people were infected by the ancients.
The earth sinks and the sky tilts, and the chess game is not wasted.
Loyalty and strategy are outstanding.
Moved by the legacy of the years,
Familiar with historical stories.
Walking through the old streets of history,
I found Jiangnan in my dream.
Lyric Prose 8 I am an invisible man.
The spoon is uncertain.
I don't know anything.
Shuttle through the crowd
Nobody noticed me.
Because I'm invisible.
Blow the evening breeze
Watching the sunset
I'm just a star in the sky that doesn't shine.
Can only be spent in this dark night.
Never see the dawn of my dream.
Look at the lawn
I am just a humble grass.
I don't expect passers-by to stare.
Wait silently.
Waiting for the arrival of winter
Bury the tiny me.
I have walked through the rings of history.
Living in a changing history
But never left a name in history.
Can only be lost in the torrent of history.
Because I'm just an invisible man
Lyric Prose 9 Youth is an endless drama with ups and downs and high spirits.
At noon that was blown by the wind, you were riding a bicycle, wearing a shawl, with a round green face and black hair, talking with your partner about gossip;
The suburbs washed by rain, relaxed mood, happy words, you step on the green grass and fly the paper plane with your partner;
That sweaty arena, firm will and clenched teeth, you set foot on the track and compete with your partner.
On the cabinet, the acoustic guitar, which has been playing badly, will feel lingering even if it is played indiscriminately;
On the windowsill, the paper crane that you have been folding badly will feel unique even if it is pieced together;
On the balcony, those canvas shoes that can't be washed white all the time will feel comfortable and kind even if the stains are mottled.
I have cried and laughed; I have loved and hurt. Crazy and serious; I am very happy and regret it. ...
Lyric prose 10 happiness is an inexhaustible poem, with perfect words and lasting forever.
Hungry, you can enjoy cooking together;
Tired, you can enjoy the intimacy of helping together;
If you are greedy, you can enjoy the sweetheart who eats snacks together.
Even if they are far away from Wan Li, they seem to be around, because heart and heart are zero distance;
Even if embarrassed, the smoke will immediately disperse, because there is no gap between heart and heart;
No matter how big the difficulty is, it will be solved immediately, because heart and heart support each other.
Feel the throb of your words, smiles and actions.
I just want to tell myself that when happiness suddenly knocks on the door, I should hold on to it and not let it slip away.
Thousands of miles of marriage, finally waiting for you. Perhaps, many things are doomed.
A state of mind, in different backgrounds; A little heart, a little affection; One voice, one applause.
It's good to have you around. ...
Lyric prose 1 1 I can't remember which one is rainy. When the sad melody sounded, the crying tears crossed the mottled windowsill again, and all the feelings seemed to return to the past overnight.
Romantic, misty and rainy Jiangnan, strolling through exotic rain lanes, feeling the depth of country roads, tasting meaningful food, experiencing yearning and impulse, familiarity and strangeness, nervousness and indifference, occasionally giving people a place to settle down and a sunny mood under the still cloudy sky.
Quiet town, blurred landscape, along the way, sometimes in a hurry to join the WTO, sometimes calmly watching the wind, sometimes laughing, sometimes silently listening to the rain, quaint streets tell the unchanging history for thousands of years, the tide on the other side plays casual music, when dusty memories render the picture of acquaintance, when lingering thoughts cross the isolated space, they don't want to freeze at a certain moment, only feel that time is rare! ^
Lyric prose 12 actually, falling leaves are not necessarily sadness.
In fact, the end is not necessarily the end.
In the rhythm of giving up
Fallen leaves love the land.
Her dedication this season
Mainly her intuition.
Branches and roots
Need the existence of leaves
Birds and fruits
Need the growth of leaves
Fallen leaves with broad maternal love.
Gave his youth and life.
Some people feel sad about the fallen leaves.
Melancholy and sadness
Some people lament that fallen leaves return to their roots.
Thought we'd never meet again.
Like a hundred years of life.
Never look back.
In fact, the fallen leaves come back to their roots.
Love fertile soil and wasteland
Emotions of joy, sadness and anger
There is no law.
Like a river in spring.
East flow is only the direction.
Like the moon in the sky.
Before you go to the moon.
Subjectivity is our thinking.
After all, everything is simple.
You look at the stars of strangers.
I walk in the sea of flowers.
It's just that the sky is high and the clouds are light.
Lyric Prose 13 Thank God for making me an inarticulate person, and thank the earth for letting me meet a talkative you. You once said, let me set my sights higher, but I think you are my greatest pursuit in this life; You once said that you like handsome, but I threatened that I would like you more than those so-called handsome; You once said, let me give up, but I believe I will chase you to the end. The fate of the first twenty years was bumpy, and I was extravagant for my feelings. The next twenty years are unknown. I believe that fate is in my hands, and everything will not be too far away. What I can do is to integrate every emotion into the text. You can't understand now, but you will understand one day. Those emotional fog, condensed into water droplets on the leaves, I collected them one by one:
You LAN only loves Fang,
Sprinkle a few miles of incense.
The breeze blows,
Walk into my heart.
Flowers bloom into peanuts,
Flowers bloom like people.
Guerlain is pure and clean,
Scattered like human dust.
Lyric prose article 14 holding a guitar, monotonous reciprocating, fingertips swept the cheeks of the years.
Sing a song and whisper the years.
Autumn wind blows, and the branches are old.
Who whispered in the rain, the warmth of yesterday's embrace.
After the white clouds have dispersed, your smiling face is still floating.
Want to go out for a walk, there is no reason, the moonlight brushed the eyes of missing.
Make a wish and get tired of being sad.
The night is cold, and so is the love story.
Whose lies are heard, count the embarrassment of lies.
After the promise was broken, I still loved the scar of love.
The moonlight plays the guitar, and the brushwork tells the struggle.
How are you now? Do you have long hair?
While you are away, the moonlight is with me, wandering around the world.
The autumn wind is swaying, bit by bit, and there is no time.
Broken branches, the wound is finally carved into stupidity.
You are still here, wandering around the world with me.
Lyric Prose 15 "Danqing"
Wandering on the cold mountain, the sky is gray,
Lock your brows.
Beauty disappears silently all night,
Who's wearing snow dance makeup tonight?
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Last year, today's black and white photos paid off.
The loneliness of the mountains still smells like cigars,
Tell and listen to old stories,
The annual meeting of Queqiao and others.
/
Old curtains, half a roll of blue lanterns, lit all night, forgot to blow them.
Why didn't this man return to Chai Men on a snowy night?
The depth of snow on the mountain road is in a line.
Tea is melancholy and unwilling to cut plums.
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Frozen eyes,
Your cold froze my heart.
Flowers bloom across the river,
You wander.
Quietly try to cry,
Forget the river,
Become a reed for Damocles to cross the river to Dan Jun.
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Who did the old Dan Qing Du Hong paint?
The echo of faint fragrance makes you more beautiful.
The flashy plot, the bud of the years has withered,
How many cycles have the vicissitudes experienced?
Lyric prose 16 He is on a business trip and his daughter has gone to her grandmother's house. If it is a big house, it will be quieter and fresher, just to take this opportunity to complete several tasks at hand. When I turned on the computer, I suddenly felt that it was a waste of time to face the flashing computer on this sunny moonlit night. So I made myself a pot of fragrant tea, sat on the stone table on the terrace and couldn't help laughing. How many times in a person's life can he enjoy peace and tranquility under a crescent moon and see what he thinks, needs and loves?
Moonlight, filtered from the quiet vein, a few white clouds scattered in the clean sky, quite a bit sloppy and complacent, more leisurely. The frustration and tortuous joy of life spread round and white in the transparent moonlight. This feeling is not loneliness but freedom.
Lyric Prose 17 In autumn, people must first think of harvested fruits and crops, not unknown leaves.
Leaves provide shade for people in summer, but they become fallen leaves in autumn. People only think of lush green trees, but they don't think that leaves will come to an end and turn to dust after being lush. People only see the bright side, and you will find that life lacks a lot of fun.
In fact, leaves serve people until they die. They deserve their life and should be satisfied. At this time, I realized the true meaning of "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud can protect flowers more"
The leaves rustled in the evening breeze. What are they talking about? Are you telling the sadness of autumn? The cold is pressing, and the leaves don't regret what they have done, but how many people understand you?
In a blink of an eye, autumn has arrived, and the life of the leaves will end again and become mud.
Lyric prose 18 The sunset is very cold.
Hehe, bits and pieces
Hehe, it's broken.
Helpless grass tramples on fragrance.
The oblique shadow falling alone
Time penetrates the past.
Slow oxidation
Birds in the sky
Freedom and frustration
There is always a pair of wings
Fly in the vastness
Spirit of the river
Infinite reverie
Life depicts
Your free and easy freedom
Pentium soul!
Full of heat
In recovery
Grow old, but ...
The sunset is really cold.
Describe odds and ends
Say eight broken broken zero zero.
One dream after another.
Disillusionment again and again
Wash away the deepest wandering souls
It turned out to be that old locust tree!
Continue to tell the story of life
Keep knocking.
Ah ha ha
Maybe it's time to leave.
Carrying a ship full of sundries
In the sea without the other shore
Sink in the sunset
the best
say ...
Lyric Prose 19 I went to Tengchong on the Yunnan-Myanmar border to hold a signing ceremony. The queue waiting for signature is very long, and it has been lined up outside the bookstore. A girl insisted on asking me a question after signing it.
"I have just been admitted to the university, and I will go to Beijing in another month. What should I do during Tengchong? "
"Have fun with mom and dad!" I said, "Think about how far and how long you will be away. Do not seize the opportunity to reunite with your parents! " "
The girl's eyes suddenly filled with tears, but suddenly changed into a firm expression: "I can't stay at home, because when my parents love me, I will be sad." Although I can't bear to be separated from them, I have to go. "
Lyric Prose 20 A wisp of gauze comes at night.
Tired all day.
Goodwill stops at my side.
Look at my feeling of getting fatter every day.
About the feeling of long-term drought and no rain in spring
I lack beautiful spring.
At some time in the evening
At night, gentle news came slowly from afar.
This is the date to predict the arrival of the spring rain.
I went out and met a group of frogs.
With lofty etiquette and some expectations.
Don't speculate on our goodwill.
Your arrival has wetted the poetry of every leaf.
The poor painter rejoiced with his family.
Hold the reddest and greenest flowers to show politeness.
I sit down and lie down.
When will your trip arrive?
If there are no complaints
Please come before zero o'clock the next day.
Can take away a wisp of wind or a grass.
As a belated apology
Lyric Prose 2 1 You are a gentle but lively girl, who never restrains herself, is careless and full of strength. But, I wonder if you still remember me?
I still remember seeing you in the dance class. We experienced painful experiences and sweet memories together.
My memory is full of warmth.
Suddenly one day, you said, we will always be rivals. I said, can't opponents be friends? You shook your head and said nothing. Heart, instant sadness flows into a river, just like someone scratched it with broken glass.
This moment in my memory is sad.
Seeing you again, you have become a top student, and you don't care about me. Every time you see me, you just keep silent. Sadness. However, even if you are like this, you will always be what you remember in my heart.
Lyric prose article 22 "I said, I am."
Memory suddenly jumped here.
Hospital operating room. I was lying on the operating table when I was six years old.
"It's okay, it's okay, it's just a matter of inflammation of the throat and tonsils. It's okay to remove tonsils and adenoids. I just can't talk for a few days, be obedient and listen to the doctor. " I suddenly laughed on the operating table. I thought to myself, "Dad. I will be fine with you. "
The operation is complete.
"Daughter, you don't cry. Just finished surgery, can't cry, nothing, nothing. "
"Well, mom and dad, I don't cry, you don't cry. You said you were here. "
"Well, as I said, I am." If it's dad again
I fell asleep. Memory is sweet.
Lyric Prose 23 A watch won't go until it is completely wound.
A person who has no sense of responsibility and pressure will not move forward forever.
The rotation of the hour hand is temporarily invisible, but it turns twice a day.
The impact of play on the future is not yet visible.
But the future will be ruined by a moment of happiness,
The second hand seems to go very fast, but it doesn't mean there is much time.
People who work hard without looking for ways and means seem to work hard and succeed.
But you won't achieve much.
Clocks may be like people,
Will change because of the change of material factors,
But it will not change because of the changes in the surrounding environment.
People should also be like clocks,
Can be changed due to factors of material conditions,
But not because of the change of environment.
If you have a goal, you must persevere.
Maybe being a man should be like a clock,
If you like your little insight, you can turn it around.
The pace of verse 24 of lyric prose has not left,
I left.
Leave the land where I was born,
Gone, far away.
My heart will always exist for you,
Come where you need me.
Through the city
Cross the mountain
Across the river
Through the rural market
I'm coming.
Because yours is here,
Rise in the forest,
My heart beats with it,
Because I am deeply involved in your blood.
I have worked hard for you all my life.
Crazy about you being here.
Because you are my "lover"
Without you,
I'll stop breathing because of this
Where are you?
I will always be with you,
Because I am your shadow.
On the snowy plateau,
On the long snowy mountain,
On the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau,
In Tanzania,
You were there, and I was there,
Because you are a river,
Let me melt into your world
Lyric Prose 25 Fine rain soaked the slate in the center of the street.
Thin fog dispelled the spot rot of ancient rhyme.
Water town in late spring,
There is an elegant romance flowing in the gloom.
I don't care about the beautiful image of the tortoise on the slate.
I didn't pay attention to the towel swaying in the wind and rain.
Let the drizzle float on you at will,
Soak a heart in a simple picture.
In the blank of ink painting,
It seems to be inexplicably entangled.
Seems to have crossed the yellow calendar,
It's like wandering in a story.
Before visiting Gong Yan's study,
Visit the famous minister Xie An again.
This romantic figure is at home now,
Throughout the long history, there are stars shining.
Love changes in the scene.
Modern people were infected by the ancients.
The earth sinks and the sky tilts, and the chess game is not wasted.
Loyalty and strategy are outstanding.
Moved by the legacy of the years,
Familiar with historical stories.
Walking through the old streets of history,
I found Jiangnan in my dream.
Lyric Prose Article 26 Autumn Water Sighs the Evidence that Time is Invisible
I am listening to young teeth alone.
Remember the idea that moonlight is not white?
So far, there is only one echo.
Do you swear to finally get rid of it?
Sleep in an obscure corner
Play the folds of the years
The waves rolled up and broke the remaining Xiao Suo.
If you don't kill anyone.
The wall fell off and wrote a lamentation.
When everything first wakes up, who resonates with whom?
And I am indifferent, and my memories are like a raging river.
Chickens chirped on the branches and curled up for no reason.
The fish swam for 7 seconds, and the dye was excessive and redundant.
Suddenly, the praise and helplessness of the past are intertwined.
And I'm alone drinking loneliness in a trembling world.
The oblique setting sun exhausted the fragility of life.
The moon in the water was quiet, but it was reunited.
Wind, flowers, snow, pure blank space, disappearing silence
I saw nursery rhymes and small bamboo rafts swimming in the water. I'm here, you turn around.
Shake it, shake it, it will always be lonely.
Lyric Prose Article 27 The First Rain
Follow five fingers into the night.
Brilliant rain.
Before I bleed
Five fingers open
Music on a burning rainy night
emotional
I just played for her.
On this meaningful night
Rain is like a string.
I have it in my heart.
Melancholy complex
Imagine her.
Swing on your birthday.
By Candlelight
Bow to ...
In a cake like a piano.
Listen to yourself.
Blessing from the heart
Sit quietly in the rainy night
I saw it.
She danced in the sunshine of Song Like.
My heart
In this rhythmic song and dance
Here we go.
There is no travel on the other side.
She is me in this life.
The only confidant
I like to be controlled by the emotion of a song.
Because I don't take faith as my creed.
Where is my direction?
I like thinking as much as Aries.
I hate my fragile self.
However, I want to be free.
This concept is too vague.
I can't master it.
The movement of the second hand is harsh.
Broke my peaceful heart
I am irritable and impatient.
She showed up.
Gave me the warmth I imagined.
I love her.
Beauty does not mean time travel.
I'm afraid that one day you will get tired of all this.
Tired of this life
Being with me like this
Inferiority in every relationship
You let me go.
Review "I Love You"
Always delivered in tacit understanding.
but ...
When facing yourself
I am always disappointed.
I always look at it from the third angle.