In daily study, work, and life, you often see prose, right? The characteristic of prose is to express the author's views and feelings through the description of certain fragments or events in real life. So, can you write prose? The following is the prose of Qing Qingzi Jin Youyou My Heart carefully compiled by me. It is for reference only. Everyone is welcome to read it. Prose of Qingqing Zijin, my heart is leisurely 1

Qingqing Zijin, my heart is leisurely. Even if I don't go, will Zi Ning have no heir? Qingqingzi wears it, and I think about it for a long time. Even if I don't go, Zi Ning won't come?

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Once upon a time, my thoughts were spinning on my fingertips; in a blink of an eye, the years were flowing under my pen; in a snap of my fingers, After the prosperity, the flowers have bloomed and withered; so many landscapes have been stranded in the ocean of sleep. The most warm and moving ones are still the sweet and fragrant fireworks that enter the heart. Although it is illusory, it is always lingering, poetic and fragrant in a woman's heart. .....

The rain refreshes my heart; the wind makes it pale. The world of mortals is rendered in ink and wash, touching the heart in the pen and overflowing with fragrance on the paper. Standing on the other side of time, how many years have been exaggerated and how many flowers have been quiet. Without thinking, unforgettable, and lingering in my dreams, I recall your silent and indifferent face, and release your smile as bright as a flower. Too much tenderness, lingering sorrow and nostalgia, merge into a sea of ??sadness, deep in the soul. Spreading without trace, spreading...

A lifetime of flowers blooming, half a lifetime of loneliness; thousands of longings, endless melancholy. There are joys and sorrows in the world, and flowers are scattered all over the ground. There is no hesitation, no sadness, no disturbance, and no hiding. In the light of night, I invite you to drink alone under the moonlight. On the other side, in a confused place, can I tell you a story of separation? The coolness of the night touches the softest thoughts in the heart. Drinking a cup of pain alone, the words on the paper melodiously compose the sadness and sorrow of the past...

Half a finger of candlelight, misty; half a bright moon , shadowy. How many sighs and intonations are full of sadness; how many scenes of the past are quietly sad; how many bustling strangers are lonely. Time gradually heals the pain, and my eyes wait for time to pass by, far away, near; gone, come. The lingering feelings in my heart are treasured in a piece of plain paper, carrying the deep love of the ink sea. Forget some, erase some, and hide some.

Youth is stranded, both real and illusory. With intermittent moods, I write light and elegant poems. I spend my whole life with shallow liking and quiet love. If you don't leave me, I will depend on each other. Only by cherishing fate can I be eternally green. My heart's prose 2 < /p>

When the song ended, I was silent with my guitar in my arms. Looking at the night sky through the cracks in the frost-covered window sash, the twinkling stars are all lonely, and a cold crescent moon gently ripples across the Milky Way, reflecting the two loving hearts in this world.

I don’t know which window plays a melancholy song at night, and I always feel that melancholy is more real than happiness. Close your eyes and sit in the moonlight in a room, quietly wanting to listen to the sound of flowers blooming and falling. It feels like an old monk sitting in meditation. You smile without saying a word, and the fragrance of poetry curls up. The autumn wind has taken away yesterday's blooming flowers, and the distant mountains are suspended in the thick and clear smile of the flowing water. Time passed quietly. Who was there in the flower house on the other side, smiling gently and listening to the flow of my words?

In the cold winter season, the autumn leaves have fallen, and they are holding flowers and smiling, singing a warm song filled with warmth in the humble room with deep blue feelings. The swirling and exciting place is a beautiful encounter where the words match each other, and occasionally there is a silent knowing smile, no need to say it again. We carried each other all the way and expressed those warm touches with silent words. Time flies like water. You and I lightly picked up the elegance of Tang poetry and Song lyrics to describe this fateful encounter on a piece of plain paper. You said that the road in life is too long and the vows are too vulgar.

I said: "Missing is a kind of happiness, sadness is noble loneliness."

You said: "Missing is a long text that needs to be read carefully, and sadness is philosophical. Books require spiritual enlightenment. ”

Your warmth spreads through my fingers, and the clear and shallow notes rise and fall, just like the fluttering of colorful butterflies, and I am the one flying across your sky. A piece of cloud is destined to wander. In your blue sky, I am willing to put the ink pen in my hand into your heart, relying on the fragrance swaying in the wind, with the desire for spring, and rejoicing in the quiet joy. We all like to hold a scroll and recite a few poems, exaggerating a sense of comfort to the extreme. I like to step on the morning dew, bathe in the warm sunshine and get drunk in the ocean of words, leaving a tacit understanding in each other's hearts.

Even in the ice and snow, I can still feel your thoughtfulness and tenderness. Your quiet sincerity reaches the depths of my soul. I also thought about transforming into a butterfly with you, enjoying joy and sorrow together, and cuddling together. Late at night, it's like cats being intimate, when flowers fall, it's like lotus dripping dew, when the wind blows, it's as calm as running water, when the heart beats, it's like wild vegetation. Opening our hearts also taught us to cherish, cherish time, and cherish each other. The blessing I hide in my heart is the rain condensed by my love, pouring out your dreams and possessing your time.

The purple dream loses its glitz in the brightness and regains its original intention. Qingqing Zijin, my heart is leisurely! Create a quiet and peaceful world for yourself. I just want to gently rejoice in your happiness, quietly share your sorrow, and grow old together like this. Looking back at you, you looked like a fairy in the smoke and dust, and you merged with the charming face of the Moon Palace, leaving the dust quietly in the moonlight. Essay on My Heart by Qing Qingzi Jin 3

You in a white shirt and the sunshine of your smile form the most unique scenery in my heart.

That day you were holding a readers’ symposium in Shanghai. I remember that day, the sun was just right and the breeze was not dry.

You are a boy who likes to wear clean white shirts, always has a smile that makes people feel warm, and can write down the principles of life that make people wake up. You are confident and sunny, you are gentle and considerate, you are serious but humorous, and you have finally become a beautiful scenery in my heart.

At the symposium that day, you carefully and considerately arranged for every reader to sit. At least I didn’t find anyone without a stool or chair. After everything was arranged, you sat down at the desk and started the symposium.

I remember that when readers asked questions, you answered every question patiently and seriously; during the book signing session, you thoughtfully and thoughtfully sent every blessing; when shaking hands with readers, you smiled politely and kindly; In the reader photo session, you showed your playful and cute personality and your sunny personality...you in this way and that are the scenery in my heart.

I still have never forgotten that day. Two little girls held a banner and shouted "Uncle Hao". You touched their heads enthusiastically and thanked them, which made many female students and readers also call you "Uncle Hao". ". You smiled brightly, turned around and joked to them: "If you call me that, I will be much older!" which caused bursts of laughter in the venue. This is you, the humorous and natural you.

You once wrote in a book: "You have to endure until the spring flowers bloom; you have to go until the lights are bright; you have to see the vastness of the world and then evaluate whether it is good or bad; you I have to work hard to become better and stand upright next to people I can’t even imagine. You are someone I can’t even imagine, but you inspire me. People who have come along the way. When I am happy, I think of your smile, which makes me determined to change for the better; when I am sad, I think of your words, which makes me pick myself up and keep moving forward.

And that period of rebellion when others were almost crazy, because of your words, I was able to get through this difficulty that everyone has to face almost calmly. Thank you for really making your book "May Someone Accompany You in Wandering" become a reality in my life.

I have read gorgeous words and read touching stories, but none of them can attract me as much as you.

Happiness is you, confidence is you, humor is you, all of this is you, you are Lu Sihao, you are the April day in the world, you are the unique scenery in my heart.

Green Zi Jin, my heart is leisurely. Thank you for your unique scenery.