Those words with wounds can't heal. You need some healing words to lick the wound like a beast. Write with a black pen. You can't write satisfactorily. You can't write how far forever is. It is full of lingering, full of scars, full of regrets and full of burdens. A pen has no color, a relationship has no landing, and some promises have vanished. I know that no one can confiscate anyone's happiness, no, no.
But when I get close to you, I get close to pain, and when I leave you, I leave happiness. Man is a strange animal. He often prefers regret to pain, but later he suffers from regret. Some people prefer pain to regret, but finally regret it because of pain.
Then I realized that the best thing in the world is time, because it makes people have good memories; The meanest thing in the world is time, because he refuses to help people forget painful memories easily.
Diary of classic prose 2? I clearly remember that I didn't keep a diary before I was nineteen. Although the teacher also asked me to keep a diary, it was only to cope with my study. It was after my brother's accident 26 years ago that I kept a diary when I was really in love. People who keep diaries generally have secrets in their hearts that they don't want others to know. Therefore, people who keep diaries don't want anyone to peek. ? I still remember that the title page of a diary clearly says: Spring is gone, flowers can't bloom, and it's wrong to peek at the diary. It is immoral to peek at other people's diaries, but in the twenty years I have been writing diaries, my diaries have been peeked several times. At that time, it was as painful and unforgettable as a scar being removed. ? 1April 20, 986, my diary was peeked by my classmates, and there was no place to hide secrets that I didn't want others to know. At that time, I had a crush on a girl in my class, and later I learned that it was a misunderstanding that made me fall in love. I don't know if it's good or bad for me, because a classmate peeked and let several classmates in the same dormitory know. Later, a good classmate of mine asked the girl to tell her my feelings for her in order to help me out of that quagmire. Although I am still in love for the next few years, I don't know what will happen if this secret can be kept until now or longer. But it was also a pain for me that my diary was peeked at. ? I still clearly remember that one day in April, 1992, my diary was peeked and torn up by my colleagues at work. At that time, I sold sugar, tobacco and alcohol in a salesroom of the supply and marketing cooperative, and went to get a haircut on the morning of April 23. I didn't expect to put away my diary before I left, but I remembered that he would read my diary while I was getting a haircut, but he couldn't put it back. Show him. When I saw the diary in the book when I sent it back, I knew it had been peeked. ? Then he began to talk about his truth; Talk about the extra money earned by selling cigarettes and alcohol, and make up for it for his classmates; He said that he deducted 70 yuan from the cigarette of Far Away, saying that it was something that Lao Fan and others had spent a lot of money to entertain people before. Tell his anger after reading the diary; Said I deliberately wrote them in my diary to let the manager know; They forced me to write something similar to a suicide note; Then what he has done in the past two years is worthy of me? Since he read it, there would be no explanation today. Then I said, give me back the torn diary. You've seen it and explained it. I see. Give it to me and let me burn these four pages. I can burn the pages of my diary, but I can't burn the history of my diary being peeked and torn. I can't write down the torn pages of my diary completely. Even without them, I will remember this unforgettable memory when I see this incoherent diary. He also called me a gentleman's belly. He peeked at my colleague's diary and tore it up. ? Can you call it a gentleman's move? This is infringement! Even if I wrote a bad word about him, only I knew it. I was just venting my depression. It didn't hurt him, nor did it have any negative effect on him. But what he did made me despise. I can't find a reliable friend, so write what I want to say in my diary. Is this a crime? Besides, my diary is not public, and I don't intend to make it public. It's been almost twenty years, and I don't want to say anything more. I just want to say that everyone should respect themselves, and self-esteem will win the respect of others. After that, I didn't expect that four years later, another thing happened. My diary was peeked. ? After marriage, my wife knew that I had the habit of keeping a diary, and curiosity drove her to peek at my diary many times. Sometimes she thinks reading my diary is a kind of enjoyment, but someone is angry with me for peeking at my diary, which leads to the couple's cold war for many days and becoming passers-by. I lost some fun knowing that she would peek at my diary. ? Because I can't vent my depression, my happiness and my thoughts at will. There are many times when there are endless words between husband and wife, and that is mostly because they don't know each other and are afraid of affecting the harmony between husband and wife. Your own difficulties, your own joys and sorrows, sometimes you can only enjoy it alone. I said that some of my actions were because I was afraid that the other party could not accept them, so I was very angry. I only wrote them in my diary at that time. ? A diary is just a diary, not a novel, but a true expression of one's thoughts. Diary is a free space of one's mind, where one can pour out everything and be loyal to oneself. Everyone should respect this spiritual paradise of others. Please also ask people to respect everyone's pure land of mind. Diary of classic prose 3/kloc-started to write diary at the age of 0/6. There are 28 thick books now. In my spare time, I numbered my diaries and arranged them neatly in the bookcase. These diaries are like the testimony of my life, standing there quietly and testifying to me at any time: this is your life, everything is in black and white, clear and clear.
I often read these diaries, either happy, ashamed, disappointed or sad, because of the innocence of my past youth, the hardships of my past life, and the ideal pursuit of these diaries, which recorded the hardships, melancholy and entanglement of the past years, and of course I was moved and happy. Regardless of their living conditions and circumstances, these diaries accurately and truly record their real life experiences.
Diary can be roughly divided into several stages. First, these diaries before marriage are the purest, record life in the most detailed and worry the most. It is the age when "teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, fall in love with the floor and say they are worried about adding new words". In order to show your maturity, reading those sad books every day, wandering around in your spare time, the withering of a flower and the injury of a bird are enough to make you sad for half a day. Even so, love can't help rushing in. Snow White in my heart is looming, and she is as excited as a silver carp out of water all day, jumping all the time. The girl smiled at herself and danced a warm square dance in her heart; When a girl alienates herself, her heart is dying, as if she had fallen into a bottomless abyss.
The diary after marriage records the running-in process with his wife. This is a difficult process. My wife and I are lovers. She is stubborn, but I have no patience. We both have strong personalities. When such two people are combined, conflict is inevitable. Sometimes, for trivial matters, it will cause havoc, which is a typical representative of a "disharmonious" family. In the diaries of those years, I don't know how many "bad words" I wrote about her-fortunately, she is a "science girl" and never peeks at my diary of Crazy Grass, otherwise the plot of "disturbing Heaven" will be staged at my home immediately.
However, with the growth of age, our temper has become more and more gentle, just like a pair of old pumpkins, which lost their youth but became as calm as gold. At this point, my diary is less slapstick and more warm and considerate; Less gratitude and resentment, more understanding and tolerance.
People who like to keep diaries are happy. They can live their lives into three kinds: the first is real life, the second is to relive life every time they keep diaries, and the third is to relive life in memories when they read diaries in their later years. Because of a hobby I cultivated when I was young, I kept a record of my life, society and all the people I love and those who love me. I hope these diaries can bring aftertaste, happiness and enlightenment to my future life.
Loneliness has nowhere to hide, love has been integrated into life, and there are many thoughts and memories before it can be said. Before I could write them down, the rings turned yellow and curled up in my heart, leaving only the simple sadness in a hurry. How to imagine change, cruelly watching the years fade inch by inch and dry up inch by inch, but powerless and unable to resist.
That youthful time seems to be yesterday, that bright smiling face and that wind chime-like voice, as if they had never left in their hands, walking in a sea of people, only seeing that gorgeous body, I don't know where my heart is hidden, where my heart is warm, and those beautiful things! How can you be young in the blink of an eye?
The sound of rain came into my city with a long aftertaste, which lingered in my time and could not be captured. Those brilliant auras have tenderness in their words, but I don't remember where they went. How can I find them?
Think of the writer Lin Yutang's understanding of life: let me be friends with flowers and trees and make a blind date with the soil, and I will be satisfied, and my soul will crawl comfortably in the soil and feel very happy. No problem. His understanding of life makes his mind comfortable, and it is so simple and thorough. If my heart is free to choose, my soul will follow it and it will become clear.
I hope my life can be free and easy, and I won't be depressed all my life. A complete life is full of smiles of bodhisattvas all over the world.
The winter jasmine outside the door opened and fell in a blink of an eye. I can't recognize the cold shadow. In a blink of an eye, all the dust has gone with the wind, time is clear, and I am safe and sound.
The story in the nib is also looked back, and the rest of the memories are withered clues. In April, I missed the rain, enjoyed myself, hid my hidden thoughts, decorated with a piece of paper, and walked gently through the years without wind and rain, leaving my soul at ease and free.
Diary of classic prose 5. The green grass is lush, the river is quiet, and the camellia is still fresh and noble. What a rainy day in late spring! Gentle as a fairy, rolling and rambling in transparent time. Scattered flowers, blooming in those unknown landscapes, have a soft voice.
In April, the beautiful scenery on earth warmed the long-lost heart, withered petals and lonely songs. Suddenly there was a sentimental life, with accumulation and precipitation, and it also went from the initial prosperity to the decline. The last watch of life is as high and calm as residual load, aging and withering. A kind of sadness in life, all the green colors are falling red and falling willow near the end of life, and all the colors in April are flourishing in moss-covered memories, stubborn into a different charm.
A tenacious persistence to the end is just the last touch of tragic sadness after the residual load. I stared at it for a long time, but after all the prosperity, there was nothing.
The beauty of scruples may only be that there is no bleak autumn wind and love under the banyan tree. In April, I was so bored that the spring breeze burst, and it was ten miles in late spring.
In the last memory of the sunset, in the rhythm of nature like a song, I saw the blue sky and white clouds belonging to Lin Weiyin in April, elegant and beautiful as a clear spring. Affectionate people will always fall in love with all the affection in April unconsciously. At the end of the story, all the beauty and sadness, all the love, all the warmth, all the hopes and all the good things belong to the light of Lin Weiyin, the most beautiful rainy day in April.
Knowing the warmth of the years, there are always some feelings that belong to me. Distant thoughts awakened my old dreams of sleeping, and we were deeply committed to each other. I asked the Spring Breeze how much time is left to pursue, the last spectacular life, full of infinite spring, walking against time, floating clouds in Wan Li, whether there is any other love.
I meditated in Buddhism, fishing alone and remembering, being in the hustle and bustle of April, watching the time turn to dust under the dim light.
On September 3, the weather was fine, with blue sky and white clouds and a slight warm wind. At 5 o'clock in the morning, we went to the front door and took a bus to the Summer Palace.
The Summer Palace is the royal garden of the Qing Dynasty, which was built by Empress Dowager Cixi at that time at the expense of the navy.
We walked on the long corridor of the Summer Palace. Now the promenade of the Summer Palace is more beautiful than before! The paintings on the promenade are brightly colored and have been restored.
1I was here in the winter of 967. I am very happy to revisit now! Walking on the promenade to enjoy the scenery, lakes and mountains, beautiful blue sky and reflections in the water; Loutai Diange, colorful; Magnificent buildings are hidden among green trees; Kunming Lake is as flat as a mirror, and cruise ships are rippling; Lotus flowers are in full bloom and have different shapes, which reminds me of the poem "The lotus leaves are infinitely bright the next day, and the lotus flowers reflect differently in the sun". Tourists are woven, but not crowded. They are all polite and smile at each other. Friends of different skin colors from all over the world held up their cameras to take pictures. They talked in various languages and expressed their love for China's great rivers and mountains.
We boarded the highest building in the Summer Palace-Foxiang Pavilion. Foxiang Pavilion is the place where Empress Dowager Cixi burned incense in Qing Dynasty. The steps are very high, and the steeper they get. You are panting with fatigue. Climbing to the top, overlooking the mountains and rivers, you are relaxed and happy!
The 17 bridge in the Summer Palace is more eye-catching. Pedestrians on the bridge are in an endless stream, smiling, holding the railing or leaning against the stone railing, taking pictures in front of various stone lions. Beautiful cruise ships pass under the bridge. There is a bronze cow by the lake, and adults and children compete to take pictures.
The Summer Palace is a tourist attraction and a place for China people to think. Visiting this park will also remind people of the history of the Qing Dynasty.
At about 5 pm, we went back to the hotel by bus.