On emotional beauty with plum, I believe everyone has seen a lot of emotional beauty in life. Emotional prose is a literary genre that expresses emotions. We can gain a lot from reading these emotional prose. The following is Mei Zi's emotional prose!
Talking about emotional beauty with plum 1 I didn't know how to sleep last night, maybe three or four o'clock. Scenes of the past, such as the blue light from the projector, are played in my mind over and over again.
Maybe it's like the mountain flowers always bloom and the morning sun always rises, just like when I met you. I don't know that in three or four years, or five or six years, Yi Ruoxin's fragrant wintersweet will linger in my heart.
In fact, there is a corner in everyone's heart, and only one person can walk into it. Unconsciously, time has carved the image of Iraq into the deepest secret here. Even though the years have passed, it has never been blurred, but it has become clearer.
It seems that in the past days, I was always confused about my life and didn't know where I was going. Perhaps, occasionally thinking of Yi's hazy and brilliant smiling face, I sigh that life is so beautiful, the sky is blue, the grass is green and the water is clear. I seem to face life with sunshine and happiness.
Memories wander, fixed under the windowsill covered with green vines, which is a beautiful image of Iraqis walking slowly. The tiny steps are like stepping on my heartstrings, which can't be calmed for a long time.
Watching silently, Iraq's occasional or casual look back always makes me flustered, but at the same time, she pretends to cover up her mess calmly. Sometimes, unintentional investment also makes me smile.
Life is so quiet and beautiful, like a slowly flowing mountain stream, how quiet and beautiful.
However, one day, I didn't see the familiar figure passing under the front window, and my eyes suddenly became vacant. I wondered if I was angry easily, maybe I didn't want to see me, or I made a mistake, which made me nervous all the time.
The days seem to be attributed to the initial irritability, the sun seems to be no longer bright, but it feels too dazzling.
Later, I learned that Yi changed my way home, but I changed my mood several times. I can't remember how many times, the quiet eyes sent Yi's back and disappeared at the intersection. Looking back at the sunset, it seems that there are thousands of words, but they can't be erased from my heart. After all, I can only go back silently. Life, go on; The sky is still blue.
It seems that everyone agrees that I will not be a affectionate and delicate person. But who knows, only the superficial bohemian and smiling face can hide the feelings that have been branded for a long time.
In the dead of night, I will think of it unscrupulously, sigh sadly and miss it deeply, so I will wait for the sun tomorrow and let my hope be reborn.
Every time I talk to my old friend in detail, I will always be deeply moved by his persistence and persistent pursuit of emotion. I think I was infected by his loneliness.
I am willing to fight for Iraq like him, and I am willing to reject all women for Iraq. However, only when I am with him can I say it easily, because I am afraid that others' smiling eyes will hurt my fragile heart.
That's all, I haven't woken up for a long time, and I want to talk to Iraq, but I'm afraid all my hard-won hopes of cohesion will be dashed, blowing in the wind. I'm really afraid that one day, I can't remember Iraq any more. It will be my darkest hour, so I keep silent and smile.
Whether you walk slowly or run fast, the old clock on the wall always goes its own way. It's another spring day, and we seem to have talked all day.
Every time I think about it, it makes me more determined. Waiting and sincerity will touch my heart and have deep feelings.
It is getting closer and closer to the day of the college entrance examination. I am trying to find my own way, because I want to stand out in front of Iraq, let Iraq see my best, and let tomorrow's Iraq stage our life script with me.
I'm getting restless. Sometimes when I see the mood that is easy to send, I know that Yi is unhappy, but I don't know how to comfort her. I'm afraid of saying the wrong thing. I'm crawling around like an ant, and I really can't calm down anymore.
So, with a feeling of anxiety, when the day of confession was almost too late but not over, I carefully typed four words: I like Iraq very much.
Ah, I found out when I became so timid, as if my hands were cramping and sweating, and I exhausted my strength. I trembled and thought, am I too reckless, am I a little abrupt, am I wishful thinking?
I'm scared, afraid that Iraq will say impossible, afraid that Iraq will say that it will always be a good friend, and afraid that Iraq will say it's a pity that it's not you ... I said good night in Iraq with a guilty heart, and I seemed calmer when I went to bed early. I didn't sleep that night, and I will never forget that day.
Remembering the simple confession the day before yesterday, the Buddhist friends released yesterday slipped away in confusion, sometimes excited, sometimes sad and lonely, and their mood was very complicated.
I think it's time for Iraq to see my sincere face. Anyway, I should tell my feelings to my face. Therefore, I can't wait but I have an indescribable nervousness. After a long wait that seems to have passed a century, I finally met Iraq, but it seems that God always gives me an embarrassment. I can't get along with Iraq alone and express my heart.
After a really long time, I finally hid it for countless days and nights, but I couldn't say it many times, for fear of saying a wrong word, and quietly said it. When I finally left, the night was already deep, and the wind was blowing my hair in the empty long street, but I was neither cold nor hot, an exciting night, a sleepless night, and a night of missing.
The sky in April always shines earlier, and perhaps the sun has become diligent. Sitting in the bumpy carriage, my mood is like this bumpy road, fluctuating like cosine function. Yi said, go back early, I said, um.
There is a breeze outside the window, blowing slowly, and my eyes are covered with a layer of fog. Think of it as fog for the time being. Through it, I saw the figure of Iraq looming on the green hills, as if there were guzheng sounds. I clenched my fist secretly, Mei Zi. No matter how difficult the future is, I just want to share weal and woe with Iraq and never give up.
The corners of the mouth are slightly curved, and in the distance, the morning sun rises slowly in the brilliant glow.
Talking about emotional beauty with Mei Er When it comes to husband and wife, everyone will think of an old saying: "You can cross the boat in a hundred years and sleep together in a thousand years." Being a husband and wife is a marriage in a previous life, but to be a good husband and wife, you need to pay in this life!
Plum, ugly, a few years older than me, is my alumnus and fellow countryman. Because when I was a child, I was polio, with slender legs and a camel, and my chest and back were very camel. I always felt that I was carrying a bag on my back.
Because of this, she has always had a man's hairstyle, and everyone around her seems to have forgotten her name and called her "Tuozimei".
God seems to be fair to her, closing one window, but opening another door and giving her a very good husband. My husband is an absolute handsome boy, and now he is a cadre in a village in dongzhi county.
They are not rich or powerful, but the couple respect and love each other, support each other and face everything positively and optimistically, which is the envy of local couples. Their home is full of certificates of "civilized family", and they live happily and envy others.
Mei Zi, who learned tailoring skills after graduating from junior high school, opened a tailor shop in a local street.
Plum in love with peers is over 1.7 meters tall. She not only has good features, but also is gentle. The local people have different opinions and scoff at whether the boy is blind! Have doubts, doubt whether the boys have a crush on the money of the woman's family?
However, the boy doesn't care about all other people's comments, he only cares about the existence of plums! One day, the boy confidently took Plum back to his hometown, hoping that Plum could meet his parents. Unexpectedly, his parents refused to let Plum into the house. The boy took Plum by the hand and left his hometown without looking back. ...
Plum, married, her family prepared a lively wedding for them, and none of the man's relatives came to their wedding. At that time, their love was born, and the birth of their son brought a lot of joy to this poor family, but it also increased a lot of pressure.
In order to live a rich life, they opened a rice mill in the local area. They have an orderly division of labor, and Mei Zi manages the tailor's shop.
The husband runs the workshop, and the man can bear hardships and stand hard work. He gets up in the dark every morning, chopping wood and carrying water, and then goes to the workshop after finishing heavy housework. In addition to processing, he has to deliver the goods to your door. A load-bearing bicycle is his means of transportation, rain or shine, persevering in delivering rice and chaff to customers!
I will continue to help with the housework and take care of the children when I get home. Because the body is inconvenient to move and it is difficult to bend over, almost all of Plum's feet are washed by her husband.
There is a Huangmei Opera Troupe in the village. Plum is short and can't see the table. Her husband let Mei Zi sit on his shoulder and watch, which made people around him laugh. They completely ignored it and still talked and laughed. Look at their love. How enviable!
Speaking of her husband, Mei Zi smiled brightly and said with a smile, I think he will never have enough energy!
Everyone says that Mei Zi is happy, and their love story should be reported by reporters and broadcast on CCTV for the public to witness. This is called true love! Some locals also call Mei Zi's husband. He must have owed Mei Zi in his last life, and he will be charming again in this life.
In fact, Mei Zi is an ill-fated woman. A few years later, fate played a trick on her. Her son crossed the road and was killed in a car accident. Both husband and wife complained bitterly and were heartbroken, and finally fell ill at the same time.
In the third year, helpless, they adopted another child. They educate children to be honest and kind, be kind to others, learn to be grateful, be a good person and make a contribution to society. Now the child has grown up! They stumbled along the rugged road and finally ushered in the dawn of the new century.
A few years ago, the village-level organization changed, and Mei Zi's husband was elected as the local village document. In this case, the local people began to gossip again: Mei Zi will be guilty in the future, and her husband has become a cadre, so he must be outside! After a period of research, it turns out that everyone's guesses are redundant!
When the husband became a clerk, his responsibility was even greater. The demolition of villagers' old houses needs to be done at home, and the road construction and greening of boutique villages need to be managed. Sometimes I am really busy, in order to reduce my wife's housework burden.
He always does housework as much as possible, but her husband still remembers his initiative. As usual, he spoke softly to Plum, caring and considerate. It seems that he loves his family and loves plums more than before. In his words, I don't know what "love" means. Anyway, I just like plums! Mei Zi was deeply moved by her husband's actions. He was warm all day.
In the family, Mei and his wife shoulder the heavy responsibility of filial piety and caring for their parents. Although their families are not very rich, they get pleasure from suffering. They know how to be contented, look at life with a normal heart, and share weal and woe.
Of course, in life, "the spoon will inevitably touch the edge of the pot", sometimes there will be arguments and sometimes there will be differences. But they are open-minded, often communicate, discuss big things, and don't care about small things.
For more than 20 years, husband and wife have been loving each other, respecting the old and caring for the young, helping others and uniting their neighbors. They interpreted this family with ordinary things and little feelings in their life and work, and won praise from people around them.
Now, as long as people talk about them, they can't help but "tut-tut" and praise them as real model couples and loving couples! Every time I go back to my mother's house, I can't help asking about Plum, because their beautiful love story has been buried deep in my heart!
Maybe everyone doesn't believe this is a fact, as if it were a fantasy, but this pure love does exist, right beside me!
Plum, I sincerely wish you happiness forever. ...