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Take good care of your ears

We will need you in the coming year

Guarding the granary classic prose poem 12

" Looking forward to returning"

The calendar in my heart tore off page after page,

turned into endless longing, flying to the distant border.

Dear: Ever since the news came that you wanted to visit my family,

I have been standing under the big tree at the entrance of the village every day, looking into the distance!

We have only been separated for a mere ten months, but it feels like we have been separated by thousands of years.

The hunger and thirst of the soul are like those who are short of water in the desert, eagerly looking forward to it. Your return.

Yesterday I went to see my parents on the hillside, and our lovely baby.

I told them softly that our relatives are coming back!

They use their silent attitude to share my joy and sorrow.

I have been weaving white lies for several months to deceive you from afar.

I don’t know how to explain the desolation of this home when I saw you.

It was all that harmful mudslide. When I was helping others on the front line,

But my dearest and dearest relatives at home were buried, which made me heartbroken!

Maybe you will blame me for forgetting your instructions, maybe you will blame me for not taking good care of my relatives,

But as the village director, how can I do it in the face of a major disaster? Xiaojia,

If you forget the heavy burden on your shoulders, you will not be able to face the Jiangdong elders!

When I was cooking last night, I actually forgot to add water.

When the smell of burning came, I woke up from my trance.

Dear: My heart aches! That gut-wrenching feeling was about to tear my heart apart.

When I reported on the phone that I was safe, did you know that my heart was bleeding?

I really wanted to hold you and cry bitterly, venting the sadness in my heart.

However, reason tells me that I cannot...

The leaves on the tree have fallen, just like the hope in my heart scattered on the ground,

My loved ones! I am waiting for your return under this tree.

In a trance, I seem to hear your hurried footsteps heading towards my hometown.

My expectant eyes turn into a picture of longing to return.

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In the afterglow of the setting sun, I built a pergola with my hands and sat down to become a statue of the husband.

Classic Prose Poetry 13

"We"

Dreams are all kinds of weird things about us

Reunion in another way after growing up

Recently we have been There are dreams

Familiar and unfamiliar things in dreams

Good or bad

All smile like flowers

Dreams come in all shapes and forms. We are different

The most sincere appearance

The story never ends

It’s just the people in the story

Another group has changed

Every ending is a new beginning

Every reunion is a memory of the past

It’s strange that we haven’t seen each other for many years

I can still recognize the vague face in my memory

We said so many goodbyes along the way

In fact, we never saw each other again

We all thought that time would not be cruel

Later, the people around us changed one after another

In the end, we only saw a few again

The dream last night, Some clips stop and form a picture.

In that picture, you are laughing and I am making trouble

We have never thought about the time we were apart when we first met

It’s been a year, those we’ve met, those we haven’t seen

; those we’ve contacted, those we haven’t contacted

; those we remember, those we don’t remember

It was rainy today four years ago

The green military uniforms on the court are wrapped in thick coats

We are not familiar yet, but they are uniform

The sound of the senior’s guitar can still be heard in the classroom

The gentle whisper of my senior sister has not faded away

Four years later, we are in and out of the workplace and scattered all over the world

We can meet and say hello without walking on the road

The days of holding hands are long gone

The best memorial seems to be a simple wish

The dream is far away, but the memories are never too pretentious

May we all be well and may we see each other again.

Classic Prose Poetry 14

"On the Road"

Slow down, slower still

Lift the torch on your head again

High point

Light up, the soul behind you

Don’t let them get lost

Whether it’s the old road

or a new road

In the darkness, there will always be demons.

The demons have beautiful bodies and rich materials

The songs and dances are beautiful and beautiful

People The soul is always seeking profit

If you are greedy for the scenery outside you, you will always forget yourself, just like your eyes

You can never see yourself face

You are no exception

Trees, grass and toadstools grow on the ground

No one can stop anyone

The only thing, let yourself get a little more sunshine

Let the roots grow strong and hold on to your own soil

Beyond all cover, defeat the darkness

You'd better go slow

Reaching the distance, the journey is still long

Holding the soul tightly

Breaking through the temptations of the demons

Let it go , follow yourself closely

You really have to slow down

Crush the troubles on the road into powder one by one

Maybe you can Absorb some nutrients

Replenish your own strength

With calm and firm arms

Lift the torch on your head high

Hold it in front of the wind and rain , in front of the thunder and lightning

Walking through this period of darkness

The sun is right in front

The torch on the head

It comes from the sky In the Father's fire storehouse

Stealing

Around the cross on the mountain

The vultures are still circling

The world, although it is early There is

the light that should be there, but

the demons have not been driven away

this torch

cannot be extinguished

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Even if you fall down

You must let your soul

Enter the Sunshine Classic Prose Poetry 15

"Hearing"

I heard that there are deaf people in this world.

Under the teacher’s guidance, it turns out that deaf people are people who cannot hear sounds.

I like to listen, because people have two ears.

Someone said, "The reason why people have two ears and one mouth is that they can talk less and hear more."

I heard the sound of sparrows chirping outside the window, I heard beautiful songs playing in my ears.

I have never experienced the experience of a deaf person, but I know how a deaf person feels. Maybe they long to have normal hearing, maybe they long to live like normal people.

However, as deaf people, they are unable to do anything no matter how hard they try. Because people who are born deaf can never be cured.

I feel that I can hear voices and feel very superior, because people who are more miserable than me are still going on in pain.

I heard the sound of raindrops outside the window, like a stormy sea.

I heard the wind blowing through the entire park, and the rustling of the leaves echoed.

I heard many beautiful sounds.

I think: As a normal person, you should not develop into depravity. As a deaf person, you should live well. Because human life is limited and a person cannot live forever.

Listen, a beautiful blessing lingers in my mind; listen, two beautiful poems are being recited by others; listen, three famous quotes are being recited by the teacher.

It turns out that hearing the sound is so beautiful.

I feel a little pity for those deaf people.

Listen, the sound of the music and the rising and falling of the fountain is so beautiful; listen, how great your ideal is; listen, how nice the praises of others are.

Time passes, and the years are like songs.

Today’s society already has deaf writing, which is what people often call sign language.

Although I can’t understand what the sign language means, people who are deaf should be able to understand it.

Listen, polite sign language comes into action again; listen, a deaf person plays 7 notes again; listen, someone has created the most beautiful pure music in the world.

I live with my hearing as always. Classic Prose Poetry 16

"If"

I walked in front of you accidentally

My figure attracted your eyes

You don’t know how much I long for that startling glance

I will definitely understand your passionate gaze

I will definitely fall into your deep soft waves

You and I rely on each other at the foot of the mountains

Hand in hand and walk along the mountain path

Appreciate the green mountains and plains

Listen to the sound of the gurgling stream

Lingering in the green mountains and green waters to enjoy the paradise on earth

You and I are boating on the clear blue lake

The water and sky are the same color, and the blue waves are rippling

The setting sun is like a brilliance, and the sky is full of colorful clouds

You and I are frozen in this painting-like beauty

You and I are walking by the river in early spring in March

The sun is shining high and the breeze is blowing on your face

The grass is green and the willows are weeping

Intoxicated in the picturesque paradise

I will become your shy face Bride

White wedding dress, swaying and charming

Two hearts are happy, staying together for a long time

Sweet words, lingering pathos

You will think that I It is the most beautiful encounter in your life

We will become the most tacit partners in life and work

Similar personalities, same hobbies

Persistence Hands of my son, growing old together with me

Sitting by the lamp, talking eloquently

Classic prose poem 17 that tells endless intimate stories in a lifetime

" "Road"

I carry the wind and rain, ride on the clouds and the moon, sweat and tears, and draw a road in the long life.

I have been walking this road for more than ten years. I drew it carefully with a pen and found that it is a beautiful upward curve.

If weakness is like a spider web that breaks instantly, then strength is like an iron wall made of countless steel bars along the way. Over ten years, countless wind and rain whips have left deep marks on my body. It made me understand that the setbacks and difficulties in life are just bricks on the road to success, and I must learn to be brave enough to pick them up and put them down.

If ugliness is a caterpillar crawling slowly on a branch, then beauty is a butterfly that has been tempered by countless winds, rains and setbacks along the way and finally transformed into a butterfly. We should not be afraid of stumbling blocks on the road because they are messengers of success and point us in the right direction.

Optimism surrounds me. Negativity imprisons the source flowing in the soul, because it rejects the sweet rain that nourishes the soul of every happy person. Maybe no one would be like me, who could force a smile after being beaten: It doesn’t hurt! More than ten years of study have given me knowledge and taught me to accept others with a happy and optimistic heart and make progress together!

Responsibility follows me. Once upon a time, when I saw the remaining garbage behind the empty classroom, I couldn't help but throw it away; when I saw the busy figures of my parents, I couldn't help but roll up my sleeves and cook.

I know how inconspicuous this point is, but it is a treasure given to us by God. I will hold it tightly in my hands and keep it in my heart...

This road is short. Over the past ten years, I have witnessed the growth of an ignorant girl into a youthful young girl; when I look back, I seem to still be able to see myself yesterday. Maybe in the future, my road will become longer and wider, but no matter how far I go, these treasures that have grown up with me will always accompany me, keep walking...