Choose prose appreciation 1

There are two roads in front of me, one is a wide and flat cement road, the other is a narrow and winding stone road.

I stopped at the stone intersection and looked out. The bumpy road was covered with gravels of different sizes. There are lush shrubs growing beside the road, and some branches extend across the middle of the road. There seems to be some vicious and terrifying animal hidden among the thick leaves. It will pounce out unexpectedly and bite you when you walk by. No matter how high I stand, I can't see how far it ends, nor can I see its person.

There was an endless stream of people behind me, walking along the cement road, and occasionally people stopped. I raised one foot to step onto the stone road. When I landed, I caught a glimpse of the muddy water and branches crossing the road not far away. So I put my foot away, turned around and followed the others along the cement road. Yes, I'm afraid that muddy water will stain my new shoes and branches will scratch my new clothes.

The cement road under your feet stretches far into the distance, without any obstruction, and is exposed to the gaze at a glance. If you go straight, you will reach the end point. If there are no bumps and bumps, there is no need to take risks. His steps became more and more numb, and the movements of raising and lowering his feet were just mechanical repetitions. Everyone on this road is repeating it mechanically. Everyone seemed to even breathe in sync with the same rhythm.

I could finally vaguely see the end point in the distance. Apart from the square black wooden box, there was nothing else there. In a trance, I seemed to see a narrow prose path connecting there.

It’s the stone road at the beginning. I suddenly regretted my previous choice of road. I looked around and started looking for any forks in this road that could connect to the stone road. Since the end point is the black box, isn’t the harvest and meaning of this journey all in the process? Although the cement road is safe and convenient, what is missing between the simple lifting and landing is something more exciting.

I am willing to set foot on the path, experience the joy of overcoming thorns and thorns, and taste the joy of sweat. Whether it is twists and turns or ups and downs, this is the original purpose of life. Choose Prose Appreciation 2

In life, there are always more audiences than friends. The audience will only make you visually comfortable, but your friends will move you inwardly. Friends don't meet every day to eat, drink, play, and compliment each other; they understand you, support you spiritually and spiritually, encourage you, help you, and correct you when you have shortcomings. Superficial people make friends; progressive people make friends. A true friend doesn't just give you applause and praise. Don't reject sincere words, let alone a sincere heart. People and people are a fate; hearts and hearts are a communication. Friends, what you need is not quantity, but quality. Only by getting along with people with good taste and good character can you improve yourself.

To care, you don’t need sweet words, just be sincere. Friendship does not need to be day and night, just remember it; greetings do not need to be beautifully phrased, just be sincere; love does not need to be formal, just warm. A true friend is not one who stays around, but one who pays silent attention, or a thoughtful greeting or a powerful encouragement. Whether friendship depends on getting along with each other; whether it can last forever depends on time. As time goes by, those who are not destined to you will naturally go away, and those who are destined to you will naturally stay.

Be a magnanimous person, a sincere person, a kind person, and a measured person. When a person lives, he must have one part of nature and one part of truth. People must be kind, but they must also have a sense of scale and be able to distinguish right from wrong. Not all people can be friends, and not all people are worthy of your sincerity or kindness. Don't be fussy about everything, but be principled. If others have their faults, they will not be held accountable; if they are kind to others, they will not be remembered.

We are all passers-by, and we are friends when we travel together. There are many friends in life, but few real friends. A true friend has unwavering trust. People should keep their heads down when doing things, but they should also open their eyes to see others, choose true and kind people to be friends with, and choose to live with true gentlemen.

In one's life, one faces choices one after another, including choosing friends. To make friends, just choose to be friendly to each other, rather than choose someone to rely on. There is nothing wrong with friends supporting each other, but friends cannot be regarded as spiritual support. Fate in this world comes and goes, and few can go on forever. Therefore, you must have an independent heart at any time. If you are separated one day, you will not lose yourself and find your direction. How many good friends have gone from talking about everything to having nothing to talk about? It’s not that the love is gone, but that they can’t withstand the wind and rain.

To make friends you need to be sincere, to treat things lightly, and to be independent in life.

When you are alive, your circle should not be too big, just enough to accommodate yourself and some people; it doesn’t matter how many friends you have, just be natural and casual. Some people can only be seen from a distance but not up close; some words can only be spoken slowly but not fully explained. Only friends who make friends lightly and deal with them slowly can last forever; only when feelings are tasted lightly and savored carefully can there be aftertaste. Friends are like tea, which needs to be tasted; friendship is like water, which needs to be diluted.

A good fate is randomness; a good relationship is randomness. Having friends in life is a blessing, having a confidant is rare, and having a confidant is hard to find. Only in the wind and rain can we see the true love; only in the ordinary can we see the true heart. If you don't express your feelings, you already know them; if you don't express your feelings, you already understand them. True heart sees true love, and true love sees real people. Select Prose Appreciation 3

Alone in that deserted night, alcohol has anesthetized myself.

The smell of cigarette smoke in the house has corroded my brain.

But I still love you so much, in exchange for your ruthless abandonment. In this sad world, full of painful memories, how many times have I asked myself, how much do I love you? How to give up.

I have reminded myself countless times.

I really can’t lose this love, but you still left me so cruelly that I hurt myself in the end. How can I forget you, how can I stop thinking about you and stop loving you.

I want to escape, but I have no power. If there is no world without you, I really don’t know what meaning living in this world has. I look at the figure in the mirror distressedly. This clear and confused figure Face, is it really you?

I feel strange and a little at a loss... I always think back to the time when we laughed and sang to each other, and our hearts were as sweet as honey, but now... I thought this life was just for you, and I gave the whole world to you. Without you, there is only you in the whole world.

You said that I am the only one who will not marry in this life, and you are willing to draw a prison for me.

Every word of yours has become the most touching voice in my ears, and every word of yours is unforgettable.

The past is like a dream, and the picture in my mind seems to have passed thousands of years, but it is still so clear.

Gone, everything is gone, I can no longer stay with you in this life... Gone, everything is gone, the warmth of understanding each other has long since disappeared, leaving nothing behind A trace...