A profound article.

Some writing styles are always too abstruse to write. In fact, there is nothing obscure, and it is not that your personal level is not enough. It's just that you haven't experienced it yet, and your heart hasn't arrived yet. The following is an article about profound writing that I compiled for you. I hope it works for you!

About profound writing 1: What about good happiness?

Author: meet ★ yourself

Everyone has this experience, right? Lying at night but unable to sleep. There will be many pictures in my mind, once you, once me, once us. Sadness or happiness, sadness or pain. In fact, memory has become our habit, accustomed to enjoying loneliness at night and being sad alone at night. I don't want to get used to it, but I can't change it.

The Mid-Autumn Festival has passed, and the National Day is coming. We have discussed whether to go back to your home or mine for such a holiday. Now it seems that I can only go back to my home. The memory of yesterday hurts the present.

We are in a foreign city, living a holiday that should be a family reunion, and this atmosphere is even more lonely. We are like the whole universe, so close and so far away. In any song, there will always be a few words that touch the heart, touch the nerves and bring the deepest pain to the whole body.

Your friend asked: Did you have a good Mid-Autumn Festival? I was with you, right? I should simply answer: we have broken up. The truth is, I don't even want to mention the word break up. I can only answer what happened between us. He said he thought we were fine. What can I answer? I can only say: you are fine and I am fine, but we are not. We are all good and really bad to me, and the sigh in our hearts can only be buried deep.

Sometimes, it is really helpless. I can handle anything except touching you. My family is very at ease with me, which makes me very satisfied; It is also good to work steadily for promotion; Friends are still very concerned and warm. In fact, I have gained a lot, perhaps because of this, it will make me walk so bumpy on the road of love. I have so much, but I still feel lonely. Every moment I miss you, I still fall to the bottom. Every night I miss you, I toss and turn, and I can't sleep; At a familiar intersection, I was attacked by memories, tormenting every nerve. My few mood swings are almost occupied by you. It shouldn't be like this. I should open up a new world, shouldn't I?

Everyone says that the best way to forget someone is to start a new relationship. There are also some admirers, former classmates and new colleagues around. Those signals are so obvious, but I don't fluctuate at all. I can talk and laugh with them, but I told them clearly that it will not start, let alone have a result, and don't destroy the friendship. They laughed at me. When did they become so cold and direct? Is that so? Maybe! I don't seem to be in that mood for love. Following you for such a period of time, there is always a persistence in my heart. Unless it is you, no one can do it, not even build it.

I actually have a good life!

Last year, you said you couldn't take me to see the sea, so I invited my friends to go with me. The sea can really make people forget a lot, but it will also make things that are memorable more and more profound. I brought you the sound of the waves, and I want to listen with you.

We agreed to go cycling in Songshan Lake together, but there was still no you. I ride a bike with my friends, which requires a lot of energy. I think if I were you, I would not be so tired. The air is fresh, the scenery is beautiful and you should be in a good mood. The evening was beautiful without you, so I stopped to cut out this beautiful scene and share it with you. The excitement, the desire and the unbearable impulse at that time only brought you a silent response.

On weekends when you are free, you will invite colleagues to climb mountains together and start planned exercise. I will explore food and treat my stomach together; I will go to KTV together to relieve my irritability and pass the lonely time; Will plan to see the most beautiful scenery together.

You don't have to worry, you can do whatever you want, which is good, at least it is envied by many people. However, the heart is empty, and how to laugh seems so powerless.

I'm fine, but what shall we do? What about happiness?

Time flies, sad!

The second article about profound writing: we are all the same.

Author: Su Yue

I don't like reading sad articles, but I always read sad articles and listen to sad songs, and then I fall into it after listening.

I don't like watching moving pictures, and I don't like moving moments, because tears will overflow my eyes when I am moved.

Don't like reading sad stories, be a sad person, but before you know it, you become one of them.

I don't like to say sad words, write sad words and be the master of sad stories, but everything suddenly dives in and becomes its master.

She is easy to shed tears, really easy to shed tears, easy to shed tears when she is moved, easy to shed tears when she sees being moved, easy to shed tears when she is wronged, and easy to shed tears when she feels bullied by others. Anything people say can make me cry. In fact, she doesn't want to cry, especially not at all. You can cry when you are moved, and you can cry when you are wronged. But even if she shed tears, she can only know when she is bullied by others, and she can't shed more. When you cry, others think you are easy to bully and easily annoying. It's easy for you to cry when someone says a word. Well, if you dare not say yours in the future, you will know that you will cry.

Seriously, she doesn't want to cry. She hates crying for no reason. Cutting a garlic can make her eyes cry. She is particularly annoying. Sometimes when people say nothing, they feel cold all over for no reason, and her eyes can't help crying, and then you can't stop. At that time, I really hated myself. I hate myself for not controlling the tears that are about to fall.

I don't remember who said that. You can cry if you want, but you can't cry in front of people you don't trust, and you can't cry in front of people who feel insecure. People who don't trust you can't understand your feelings when they look at your jokes. Insecure people shed tears in front of them. They can not only see your jokes, but also take your tears as a sign of your weakness. So don't cry in front of these two people, but who can control their tears?

Some people say that when you want to cry, open your eyes wide, and then tears will squeeze in. Others say that if you want to cry, you can die and squeeze tears into your eyes, haha, and then you squeeze them in. Haha, but you can imagine the funny look. Who can keep his eyes open and squeeze in front of outsiders? People think you did something, hahaha.

When I shed tears, was I fragile, or was I really unable to control myself at that time? Sometimes, really, it was nothing, it was very good, and then someone said something, nothing special, but it seemed to poke your heart, so the tears flowed down, but I couldn't control it well, so the tears flowed out under her nose, that.

Before, she felt special, as if no one else would know what she knew. At that time, she was very proud, because only she knew, and later she met more people. It turns out that I am not special, and everyone I know knows it, but you haven't met it, or people haven't said it. Later, when I got to know that person, I found that she and she both had the same idea. At the beginning?

The third article about profound writing: Youth is a book.

Author: Yi Xuan Shui Ge

I don't want to look up when the sky is blue. There are many unknown sadness behind more and more smiles. Sometimes I don't want to show my feelings on my face, because I don't want others to understand your vulnerability, because I don't want my relatives and friends to worry, because I know that no expression of sadness, lament or pity can tell the melancholy in my heart.

I used to be handsome and confident in the sunshine, but now I only have memories, or a shadow in the narrowest street, or I met Lilac girl in an ancient and long rain lane. I have long realized that this is a scam by Dai Wangshu, and maybe only he has encountered it! The occasional starry sky can't be described by stars, because I am afraid that such beautiful stars don't suit my mood, so they don't exist as beautiful scenery.

When I walked into the rain lane with an umbrella,

Lilac girl left, leaving me alone.

When I walked into the cinema,

The film is over, only the lights are left.

When I want to tell her that I love you,

She married someone else and left me to die.

When I learned that I left quietly yesterday,

Today, I repeat, you missed the most beautiful dawn.

When I met her after the rain before the end of summer.

I asked her if we would like to hold an umbrella together in this life.

I want to say I like you when my tears are dry.

I want to ask where my heart has drifted. If God gives me a wish that will never be rewritten, I would like to look at the scenery outside the window in the early morning under a clear glass window. I have only one book at hand. It says that if you can't look forward to it deeply, I can put it down forever. I just need frequent travelers to accompany me all the time and ask myself if I can really open the screen window across the world and ask where the purity is, because my heart is bound. So it's bumpy and not melancholy, so the journey is not so reckless. How many faces can there be in the world, how many faces can there be in memory, and how many people are constantly changing in your memory. Time is like a bird in Cong Fei, tired, shallow, floating like rice porridge, thick as sand on the beach, full of killing, silently patronizing someone, different and not harsh on others.

Happiness and quietness are works, smiles are poems, smiles for others are lyric poems, and mourning for others is prose.

Have you ever written a serious pleasure to others until they can be honest with you?

Silence means sitting and looking at others, with the same eyes, but there is always a throb in my heart, which is about all his memories, and then memories will be happy.

Miss for a long time, just like a book, and serious, never doubt, so love is a kind of rest, but the heart is buried in others, do you believe it? I don't believe that no matter what kind of works, I can't rewrite the original, just as my heart tells you that life will go on and my ideals will still be very weak. Frozen for a long time will walk slowly! Even if you can be vain, when you are awake, everything is so clear, and you can have an all-encompassing belief, always in one direction and always have a mentality. I once trusted a person so seriously, once said a word so seriously and listened to the wind. When my finger touched, the flower fell to the ground. So will such a work become the desire of others?

Being happy for a new one is also a boon. Unfortunately, this favor is very expensive.

I have always thought that Ye Zi is a book, and its works are simple, true and pure in color.

People who often feel sorry for others, does it mean that he likes to pay! I think so!

Because today is not a special day, there is no need to pay homage. It is also a good day, Teacher's Day. And I, I think I left something for my twenty years old! That fearless, that love is very tired, that newsboy, that vain generation of young people, Wen Xiu's son, I thought I was too sad, so I wanted to destroy myself with words. I feel so crazy that I want to use art to pay attention to my brushwork. I thought I was too confident, so I wanted to ask myself all my failures.

It is worth mentioning that all the remaining memorial halls are related to youth. Looking at flowers, ink and wash infect my little world.

I want my heart to be peeped. Anyway, I think I might be happy if others peek at me! No matter how gorgeous you are, or how illusory your youth seems to you, it once spread your heart like a camel. Even if you are sad, for a beautiful girl or for an exam, you will have two more words in your life. If you think about it, you will find that those pictures will meet you at some point in the future, and you will dream about the girl you once liked, no matter how blurred her face is, no matter how crazy and lost you are at that time.

The friend said:? Sometimes, what you don't pick is just a flower in spring, and the whole spring still belongs to you. Meeting the right person at the right time is a fairy tale; Meeting the right person at the wrong time is called youth. ?

After listening to this sentence, I seem to suddenly realize. Looking at the breath of autumn coming slowly, it seems that it is the season of missing stone. Endless emotions keep churning in my mind, confusing my eyes, hurting my feelings and breaking my feelings, so that I type words I don't like on the keyboard. After reading it, I asked myself why I was so sad, but it was a feeling I liked. What is independent and expensive is the day when I can tell others without giving up. The more stories, the more lonely I feel, because I often recall, Anthony said. Don't walk too slowly, the flowers will wither; Don't walk too fast, because the flowers haven't opened yet.

Pascal? Messier wrote a passage in the Lisbon Night Train:? We always can't see our life clearly, we can't see the front clearly, and we don't know the past. We are lucky to live a good life.

Live and live. As for love, life and death are both death and life. You can't force it, you can't do whatever you want, you can only have opportunities. Life is like an unknown journey. I don't know when the bus will arrive at the station. When we get to the station, someone will get off and get on. We may remember some smiles and portray them more realistically in our memory. Even our sleeves are full of that memory, and we walk into similar and familiar places. We don't wake ourselves up, we don't pawn our memories, we record the years one by one and describe our lives. In old age, we can count our hair under the dead vine tree and talk about our youth, just like a thick book.

Haruki Murakami said:

If you love each other, join hands to grow old together;

If you miss it, keep him safe.

Liang Shiqiu said:

You go, I won't see you off.

There you are, rain or shine,

I am going to pick you up.

Xu Zhimo said:

Walking, it broke up,

Memory faded;

Looking at it, you will feel tired.

The starlight is dim;

Listen, listen, I woke up,

Start complaining;

I turned around and found that you were gone.

Suddenly confused.

Gu Man said:

A smile beats a lifetime,

A tear returns a person.

One person blooms, one person falls,

After all these years, no one asked.

Xu Zhimo said:

At least once in your life,

Forget yourself for someone,

Don't ask for grades, don't ask for peers,

Don't ask for what you once had,

Don't even beg you, love me,

Just ask that in my most beautiful years,

Meet you.

Attend to city said:

I've never been known,

So it has not been forgotten by anyone.

Living in other people's memories,

This is not my purpose.

Hemingway said:

Being superior to others is not noble,

True nobility,

Should be better than in the past.

I said to:

I have no time to get involved in your past,

I will accompany you to the end in your future.

Shen Congwen said:

I knew you would come, so I waited.