Lyric Prose Chapter 1
I once fell asleep at the intersection of infinity, and suddenly I heard a familiar voice echoing, so elegant and beautiful, so thunderous, and intoxicating. , it’s heartbreaking. Unknowingly, I seemed to find that those beautiful moments were flying freely.
I think that in each of our hearts there will be bright lights flashing, gathering together little by little, turning into the melting palm, so warm, so I looked at it Under the guidance of , I went to look for the key in my heart. It said that my dream was flying.
I really hope to fly so far away in my dream, so unrestrained and carefree, without pain or anger, how free and happy it is! Lyrical Prose Part 2
Faced with large and small parcels and a dazzling array of food, I was not so violent that I returned to my old gluttonous state, but was unusually calm.
For several days in a row, I never had dinner and kept my weight stable. At this time, I was still restraining and persisting, so much so that I just took away some peanuts and the only small jar of almond milk, leaving everything else where it was without touching it.
I was afraid, I was afraid that once I opened the box, I would not be able to suppress the hunger and thirst for food deep in my heart, so I chose to ignore it.
Until ten o’clock in the evening, I carried them back to the dormitory after get off work. I never looked at them again until I took off my shoes, socks, clothes and pants, lay down on the bed to smoke, opened my laptop, and proofread the words I wrote in those three hours. Lyrical Prose Part 3
Let’s go!
Being able to walk is a basic symbol that life continues. The road ahead may be bright or dark, sunny or stormy, but as long as you can breathe, you cannot stop. This is the mission of human life, and this is the nature of human beings to live up to their lives.
Let’s go, the road ahead will certainly not be smooth, it will be bumpy and bumpy, but after passing through these roads, we will know that there is nothing in life that we cannot pass, no matter how hard or tiring it is, it doesn’t matter.
Let’s go, we should share stability and prosperity after experiencing suffering, we should stand on the shoulders of our predecessors and see further, and we should enjoy the best days on behalf of our fathers who have devoted all their efforts. This is also inheritance and promotion. Of course, we must never forget the past. Lyrical Prose Part 4
Let’s go, standing at the starting point of a new era and a new stage, we are extremely lucky. Come on, how wonderful it is for us to participate in the process of construction and development and contribute our strength as the prosperous age of China gradually emerges in the world. Are you ready? Those who are not ready should step up their preparations. Be prepared to face new tasks, new journeys, and new difficulties, and be prepared to make sacrifices when unexpected problems arise. Just like those who sacrificed their lives on the eve of the founding of New China to build the foundation of the New China Building. We should have such a state.
Nature is not about sacrifice for the sake of sacrifice, but about sacrificing something personal in the process of avoiding sacrifice, so that one's life can be sublimated in a great era.
Let’s go and move towards a beautiful and rich new life. Let's go and move forward along the broad road that has been proven by history! Lyrical Prose Part 5
The wind is blowing. I stood up.
The heavy rain is coming, but I no longer feel any worries, nor do I have the fluke mentality I had when I was a child. My bones are even more moist, as if a Yellow River is flowing through my body. It spans five thousand years of Chinese history, countless dynasties and seasons. This is the power of time, this is the great wheel of time.
I think of a word: emerging from a cocoon and becoming a butterfly. That may be a true portrayal of growing up.
I thought again of the evening when I finished the English test for the college entrance examination. I heard someone say: "Why did my youth end so quickly?" I couldn't help but laugh, and welcomed the gorgeous sunset with a smile.
It turns out that changing seasons is that simple.
We just need to sit in the clouds, like Liu Zongyuan, like Jiang Ziya, and quietly fish for a few fish in our favorite season.
Allow the other seasons to roar. Lyrical Prose Chapter 6
Just like this,
Taste the taste of tears silently;
Just like this,
Quietly Enjoy the heartache confession;
That’s what I want,
Listen deeply to the brokenness and haggard;
It’s not my fault, but it makes me scarred,
When will the vicissitudes moistened by tears regain the beauty of the past?
The eternal sadness that cannot be forgotten guards the avant-garde of the soul.
After several full moons, How many reincarnations!
Hurrying through flowers and dreams,
The proud body leaning down to face the cold is so fearless,
The hidden blood stains are wiped away by the running water. Sad,
Yes!
The tragic beauty ripples in the dusk and setting sun.
The unconcealable brilliance reflects the depth of history.
It is like the cruel order of the wind, frost, snow and moon that cannot be avoided. People are intoxicated!
I don’t want to cry, but where will the pain go?
I don’t want to despair, but why is there a faint wisp of withered weed left behind in the wind and flowing clouds?
I don’t want to be heartbroken, but how can I know that in my dream I recall the tears under the moonlight again! Lyrical Prose Chapter 7
The drizzle of rain soaked the stone slabs in the middle of the street,
The thin mist faded away the stains of the ancient charm.
A small water town in late spring,
An elegant romance flows in the haze.
I didn’t care about the beautiful shadows on the stone slabs,
I didn’t pay attention to the swaying scarf flags in the wind and rain.
Let the drizzle float freely on your body,
Immerse your heart in the simple picture.
In the blank space of ink and wash, she seems to be inexplicably entangled.
It seems to be traveling through the almanac,
It is also like wandering in a story.
I just visited Yan Gong’s study,
Then I visited the famous minister Xie An.
The romantic figures are now at peace,
Looking at the history, there are bright stars.
Chanyuan’s emotions are in the scene
Today’s people are infected by the ancients.
When the earth falls and the sky falls, the chess game will not be abandoned.
Loyalty and righteousness lead to outstanding strategies.
Lingered by the legacy of time,
Being familiar with the stories of history.
Walking through the historical old streets,
I found the Jiangnan in my dreams. Lyrical Prose Chapter 8
I am a transparent person
Uncertain
Ignorant and ignorant
Traveling in the rush of people
No one pays attention to me
Because I am a transparent person
Blowing the evening breeze
Looking at the sunset
I am just a star that does not shine in the sky
I can only pass by in this dark night
I will never see the dawn in my dream
Look towards Lawn
I am just one of the grasses that does not attract attention
I do not expect the stares of passers-by
Waiting silently on the side
Waiting for the coming of winter
Burying my insignificance
I am walking through the rings of history
Living in the changing history
But I never left my name in history
I can only be lost in the rush of history
Because I am just a transparent person Lyrical Prose Chapter 9
Youth is It's an endless play, full of ups and downs in the plot, and high-spirited.
That wind-swept noon, with your green round face and shawl black hair, you were riding a bicycle and gossiping with your friends;
That rain-washed suburb , with a relaxed mood and happy words, you step on the green grass and fly paper airplanes with your friends;
On that sweat-soaked arena, with a firm will and clenched teeth, you step on the track , compete with your partners.
On the cabinet, you can never play the acoustic guitar well. Even if you play it randomly, you will still feel the lingering sound;
On the windowsill, you can never fold the acoustic guitar well. Paper cranes, even if they are pieced together, will still feel original;
On the balcony, the pair of canvas shoes that you can never wash white will feel comfortable and friendly even if they are stained.
I have cried and laughed; I have loved and been hurt. I have been crazy, and I have been serious; I have been happy, and I have regretted it...Lyric Prose Chapter 10
Happiness is an endless poem, perfect in words, and lasting forever.
When you are hungry, you can enjoy the comfort of cooking together;
When you are tired, you can enjoy the caring support of each other;
When you are greedy, you can enjoy eating snacks together. sweetheart.
No matter how great the difficulty is, it will be solved immediately because the heart and mind support each other.
Feel the thrill of your every word, every frown, every move.
I just want to tell myself that when happiness suddenly knocks on the door, grab it firmly and don’t let it slip away.
Thousands of miles of marriage have been tied together by a thread, and they are finally waiting for you. Perhaps, many things are already destined.
One state of mind is replaced by another context; a trace of heart is replaced by a trace of affection; a voice of heart is replaced by a piece of applause.
It’s great to have you...Lyric Prose Chapter 11
I can’t remember which rainy day this was. When the sad melody sounded, the tears once again ran across the mottled window sill. , everything feels like returning to the past overnight.
In the romantic and rainy Jiangnan, I walked through the exotic rain alleys, felt the depth of the country roads, tasted the meaningful food, experienced yearning and impulse, familiarity and strangeness, tension and indifference, under the still hazy sky , occasionally gave me a place of peace of mind, and occasionally had a sunny mood.
A quiet town with blurred landscapes. Along the way, sometimes you are in a hurry to enter the world, sometimes you watch the wind calmly, sometimes you laugh and talk about the wind and moon, sometimes you listen silently to the rain. The quaint streets tell the history that has not changed for thousands of years, and the tide on the other side. Playing the music you want, when the dusty memory renders the scene of acquaintance, when the lingering thoughts transcend the isolated space, I don’t want to freeze in a certain moment, I just want to enjoy the rare time^!^ Lyrical Prose Chapter 12
In fact, falling leaves does not necessarily mean sadness
In fact, falling leaves does not necessarily mean the end
In a rhythm of reluctance
Falling leaves love Land
Her dedication for a season
Mostly it is her instinct
Branches and roots
Need the existence of leaves
Birds and fruits
Need the growth of leaves
The fallen leaves sacrifice their youth and life with broad maternal love
p>Some people lament the fallen leaves
Melancholy and mourn
Some people lament the fallen leaves
Thinking that they will never see each other again
Just like a hundred years of life
In the end, Prime Minister Bai cannot look back
In fact, falling leaves are just returning to the roots
Passionate love for the fertile soil and wilderness
Emotions of joy, sorrow and anger
There is no law
Just like a river of spring water
The eastward flow is just the direction
Just like the moon in the middle of the sky
You can only follow the moon Go
Subjectivity is our thoughts
All things are simple after all
You look at the stars on the street
I am surrounded by the fragrance in the sea of ??flowers
Falling leaves know autumn, but the sky is full of clouds. Lyrical Prose Chapter 13
Thank God for creating me who is not good at talking, and thank the earth for allowing me to meet you, a talkative person. You once said, let me set my sights higher, but I think you are my biggest pursuit in this life; you once said, you like more handsome people, but I threatened that I will like you more than those so-called handsome people; you once said , let me give up, but I believe that I will chase you to the end. In the first twenty years, my fate was bumpy, and my love was a luxury. The next twenty years are unknown. I believe that fate is in my hands and everything will not be so out of reach. What I can do is to incorporate every ounce of emotion into the text. If you can’t understand it now, you will understand it one day. Those emotional mist condensed into water drops on the leaves, and I collected them one by one:
The orchid only loves its fragrance,
Sprinkle several miles of incense.
The breeze passed by,
dispersed into my heart.
The flowers bloom like peanuts,
The flowers bloom like a person.
Guerlain polyester jade pure,
Spread into the dust of the world. Lyrical Prose Chapter 14
Holding a guitar, going back and forth monotonously, the fingertips swept across the cheeks of time.
Sing a song, whispering about the years.
The autumn wind blows, and the branches grow old.
Who is whispering in the rain, the warmth of yesterday’s embrace.
After the white clouds drift away, your smiling face is still floating.
I don’t need a reason to go out for a walk, the moonlight shines through my longing eyes.
Make a wish and slowly become tired of your sorrow.
The night is getting colder, and the words of love are cold.
Who is telling falsehoods in your ears? Let’s count the embarrassment of lies.
After the promise is broken, I still fall in love with the scars of love.
Moonlight plays the guitar, and each stroke tells the story of struggle.
How are you now? Do you have your long hair tied up?
You are not here, the moonlight is with me, wandering around the world.
The autumn wind is swaying, and the years are lost bit by bit.
Broken branches, the wounds will eventually be engraved into foolishness.
You are still here, accompanying me, wandering around the world. Lyrical Prose Chapter 15
"Danqing"
The sky is gray when wandering in the cold mountains,
The eyebrows are furrowed.
The beauty faded silently overnight,
Who did Xuewu’s plain makeup stain with silver tonight?
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The black and white picture of last year is gone.
The loneliness of the mountains still retains the smell of cigars from that time.
Whoever speaks, who listens? Story,
An annual Magpie Bridge and others meeting.
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The old curtain is half-rolled and the green lamp remains bright all night and I forget to blow it.
Why doesn’t that person come back when the firewood door is ajar on a snowy night?
The snow on the mountain road is a single line.
The red sleeves are melancholy and unwilling to cut the plum blossoms.
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My eyes were frozen,
Your coldness froze my heart.
The flowers bloom on the other side, but the ruthless mist and rain destroy them,
But you linger.
Quietly testing tears,
By the Wangchuan River,
The reed that made Bodhidharma cross the river for Jundan.
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Who is painted in the old red painting?
The subtle fragrance echoes to make you more fashionable and beautiful.
The flower buds of the flashy plot have withered over time,
How many reincarnations have passed after the vicissitudes of life? Lyrical Prose Chapter 16
He was on a business trip, and his daughter went to her grandmother's house. The big house seemed quieter and more refreshing, so she took this opportunity to finish some of the work she was doing. When I turned on the computer, I suddenly felt that it was a waste of time to look at the flashing computer on this clear moonlit night. So I made myself a pot of fragrant tea, sat on the stone table on the terrace, and couldn't help but smile. How many times in a person's life can he have the opportunity to enjoy tranquility and tranquility under a crescent moon, to focus on what he wants, what he wants, what he loves and what he wants?
The moonlight filtered down from the quiet veins of the leaves, and a few white clouds were sparsely dotted in the clean sky. It had a somewhat diffuse and contented charm, and a bit of heart-cleansing leisurely. The setbacks of life and the ups and downs of joy are stretched out in a round and white shape under the transparent moonlight. This feeling is not of loneliness but of freedom. Lyrical Prose Chapter 17
In autumn, the first thing that everyone thinks of must be the harvest of fruits and crops, not the obscure leaves.
The leaves provide shade for people in summer, but turn into fallen leaves in autumn. People will only think of the lush green trees, but they will not think that the leaves after the lushness will end and turn into dust. People only see the good side, and you will find that life is missing a lot of fun.
In fact, leaves serve people until they die. They are worthy of their lives and should be satisfied. Only then did I realize the true meaning of "Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers."
The leaves rustle in the evening breeze. What are they saying? Is it telling the sadness of autumn? A cool feeling comes, and the leaves do not regret what they have done, but how many people understand you?
Autumn has arrived in a blink of an eye, and the leaves will come to an end and turn into mud.
Lyrical Prose Chapter 18
The sunset is very cold
Haha, bits and pieces
Haha, bits and pieces
Helpless grass tramples on the fragrance
The shadow falls alone
Time penetrates the past
Slowly oxidizes
Birds in the sky
Free and melancholy
Always have a pair of wings
Flying in the vastness
The spirit of the river
Infinite reveries
It is life that depicts your free and easy freedom!
The galloping soul
Full of fire
In the resurgence of death
Slowly growing old but...
The setting sun is really cold
Telling about bits and pieces
Telling about bits and pieces
One dream after another
Disillusionment again and again
The wandering soul in the deepest place
It turns out to be the old locust tree!
Continuously telling life’s idioms
Continuously tapping into the past
Ah haha
Maybe it’s time to leave
Carrying a boat full of broken pieces
Said in the sea with no other shore
Sunk in the sunset
The last Beautiful
Narrative... Lyrical Prose Chapter 19
I went to Tengchong on the border of Yunnan and Myanmar to hold a book signing event. The queue waiting for autographs was very long, and it stretched all the way to the door of the bookstore. There was a girl who refused to leave after signing the contract and insisted on asking me a question:
"I have just been admitted to college and will go to Beijing in a month. During my stay in Tengchong, what should I do? How are you going to live?"
"Have a good time with your parents!" I said, "Think about how long you will be away, why don't you seize the opportunity to get together with your parents?"
The girl’s eyes suddenly filled with tears, but she suddenly changed to a determined expression: “I can’t stay at home, because when my parents love me, I will be sad. Although I can’t bear to leave them, I have to leave. No. "Lyric Prose Chapter 20
A ray of light veil comes in the dark night
Wraps up the fatigue of the whole day
Kindness stops by my side
Looking at my feeling of getting fatter and thinner day by day
About the feeling of being dry for a long time without rain in spring
I lack the beauty of spring
At some point In the evening
The night slowly brings gentle news from afar
It is the date when the spring rain is forecast
A group of frogs and I went out to welcome it
Carrying some expectations with noble etiquette
Don’t speculate on our good intentions
The poetry of your arrival that wets every leaf
Poor painter The whole family is happy
Hold the reddest flower as a courtesy
I sit and lie down peacefully
Calculate when your schedule will be reached
If you have no complaints
Please come at midnight the next day
You can bring a wisp of wind or a piece of grass
As a belated apology for the lyrical prose 21
In my memory, you are a gentle but lively girl who never restrains herself, is carefree, and is very lively. But, I wonder if you still remember me?
I still remember that I met you in a dance class. We have had ups and downs together and have sweet memories together.
My memory is full of warmth.
Suddenly one day, you said, we will become rivals forever. I said, can't opponents also be friends? As for you, you shook your head and said nothing.
In the heart, sadness instantly flows back into a river, just like someone scratching it with shards of glass.
This time in my memory is sad.
When I see you again, you have become a top student and are indifferent to me. Every time you see me, you are just silent. sad. However, even if you are like this, you in my heart will always be you in my memory, unchanged. Lyrical Prose Chapter 22
"I said, I am here."
The memory suddenly jumped here.
Hospital, operating room. Six-year-old me was lying on the operating table.
"It's okay. It's fine. It's just a throat problem and tonsillitis. After removing the tonsils and adenoids, it will be fine. I just can't speak for a few days. Be good, be obedient, and listen to the doctor." On the operating table, I suddenly smiled. I thought to myself, "Dad, as long as you are here, I will be fine."
The operation is completed.
"Daughter, don't cry. I just finished the operation, so you can't cry. It's okay, it's okay."
"Well, Mom and Dad, I won't cry, and you won't cry either. You said, you are here."
"Well, I said, I am here." It was my father's words again.
I fell asleep. The memory is sweet. Lyrical Prose Chapter 23
A watch that is not fully wound will not move.
A person without a sense of responsibility and pressure will not move forward forever.
The rotation of the hour hand cannot be seen for a while, but it will rotate twice every day.
The impact of fun on the future is not visible at the moment.
But the future will be ruined by a moment of fun.
The second hand seems to move very fast but it does not represent much time.
Work hard without looking. People with methods may seem to succeed if they work hard, but they will not achieve great results.
Clocks may be like people,
It will change due to changes in material factors,
But it will not change due to changes in the surrounding environment.
People should also be like clocks,
which can change due to material conditions,
but cannot change due to changes in the environment.
If you have a goal, you must keep going.
Perhaps you should be like a clock.
Change your little insights if you like them. Lyrical Prose Chapter 24
The footsteps of the festival have not left yet,
I left.
Leave the land where I was born,
Gone, far away.
My heart is always there for you,
Coming to the land that needs me
Through the city
Through the mountains
Crossing the river
Crossing the rural market
I am here
Because yours is here,
Rising in you,
My heart follows suit,
Because I am deeply integrated into your blood
Working hard for you in you
Crazy about you here.
Because you are my "lover"
Without you
I would stop breathing because of this
Where are you,
I follow you everywhere like a shadow,
Because I am your shadow.
In the snow-covered plateau,
In the snowy mountains of Changbai,
In the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau,
In Tanzania,
I will be there when you are,
Because you are the river,
Let me blend into your world Lyrical Prose Chapter 25
The gentle rain Wetting the stone slabs in the middle of the street, the thin mist faded away the stains of the ancient charm.
A small water town in late spring,
An elegant romance flows in the haze.
I didn’t care about the beautiful shadows on the stone slabs,
I didn’t pay attention to the swaying scarf flags in the wind and rain.
Let the drizzle float freely on your body,
Immerse your heart in the simple picture.
In the blank space of ink and wash, she seems to be inexplicably entangled.
It seems to be traveling through the almanac,
It is also like wandering in a story.
I just visited Yan Gong’s study,
Then I visited the famous minister Xie An.
The romantic figures are now at peace,
Looking at the history, there are bright stars.
Chanyuan’s emotions are in the scene
Today’s people are infected by the ancients.
When the earth falls and the sky falls, the chess game will not be abandoned.
Loyalty and righteousness lead to outstanding strategies.
Lingered by the legacy of time,
Being familiar with the stories of history.
Walking through the historical old streets,
I found the Jiangnan in my dreams.
Lyrical Prose Chapter 26
Qiushui sighs that the evidence of time cannot be seen
I listen to the babble of young children alone
Have I ever remembered my thoughts that were not whitened by the moonlight
Until now, there are only echoes left
Whether the vows are finally broken off
Sleeping and falling in an inconspicuous corner
Playing the running of the wrinkles of the years
The waves roll up the broken and remaining desolation
People say it is terrible, don’t waste it anymore
The wall is peeling off to form a mourning song
All things When we first wake up, who will have sex with whom, caressing each other unwillingly
And I am lonely and indifferent, remembering that the embankment broke and merged into a river
The chicks chirped on the branches and huddled in the inexplicable time
The fish swims past seven seconds of excessive and unbearable dyeing
It suddenly jumps up to sing praises and the helpless intertwining of the past
And I drink alone in the trembling world
The setting sun slants away the fragility of life
The moon in the water is quiet but reunites
The wind, flowers and snow purely remain blank and disappear in silence
See the nursery rhyme again, Little Bamboo Swimming in the Drainage, I am here, you look back
Shake, shake, the sky is empty forever, Lyrical Prose Chapter 27
The first rain
Along the way The five fingers flow into the night
The brilliant sound of rain
In my dripping blood
The five fingers open
The music of the burning rainy night
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Emotional
I play just for her
In this deep night
Raindrops are like strings
I have a melancholic complex in my heart
Imagining her
In the swaying candlelight on her birthday
Bow down
in the cake like piano keys
Listen to the blessings from my heart
Sitting deep in the rainy night
I saw that
She danced to the song like sunshine
And my heart
was in this rhythmic song and dance
Then it begins
The journey without the other side
She is me in this life
The only bosom friend, lyrical prose 28
I like to be controlled by the emotion of a song
Start from the time when I don’t regard faith as a creed
Where is my direction
I am like an Aries Everyone likes to think too much
I hate the delicate self
But what I want is free and easy
The concept is so vague
I can’t learn
The movement of the second hand is very harsh
It breaks my calm heart
I am irritable and impatient
She appears
Gave me all the warmth I had imagined
I love her
The beauty is no match for time travel
I’m afraid you will get tired of all this one day
I am tired of living like this
With me like this
I feel inferior to every relationship
You make me more relaxed
The "I love you" I have reviewed
is always conveyed in a tacit understanding
But...
When facing myself
I am always disappointed
I am always peeking in from a third perspective