Stick to the original dream
But often abandon the innocent past.
Abandon feelings as always.
Waiting for the initial insistence
But often abandon the childlike innocence.
Abandon the past years
The change of the fourth cycle has disappeared without a trace.
The rings of life are getting thicker and thicker.
Endless wheels.
Just like you and me in reincarnation.
Like tiny grains of sand in the world.
Humming ordinary songs, interpreting my own life.
If time stops flowing
The world will never change.
Everything turned upside down.
Will it be the same as before?
Waiting for that world?
Whether,
I will go back to the time memory of you and me.
Whether,
You can also see rainbows outside the mountain.
You can hear the call of distant mountains.
Will you go back to your old place
Looking for you, my memory of time?
The cherry blossoms on the roadside are in bloom.
Looking blankly at the sky outside the window, time flies so fast.
I just hold the pen and can't write a word.
It seems very late now.
What about the stars outside the window?
Never seen it.
The white street lamp downstairs didn't rest all night.
When no one passes by,
It feels a little bleak.
In fact, when passing by, no one necessarily cares.
What am I doing?
I don't know,
I didn't write anything today
It really seems to be Pinellia ternata.
In the headphones, the Eagle Hotel in California keeps ringing.
Although I have no idea what he is singing.
Doesn't seem important.
It's two o'clock in the morning,
What are those people doing on the other side of the earth?
Take a nap?
Or am I in another time and space?
Do you have the habit of staying up late?
Who will he think of in his dream or in bed at such a moment?
Maybe there are countless forks in the road at a certain time and space node,
I don't live well in this time and space.
Pinellia ternata is in a daze at night.
It seems that after a long time,
My hands are numb,
The mobile phone is flashing on the table,
No one came to me.
My favorite thing to do before,
Is to leave all traces of those who have walked through my life,
So I collected a lot of old notebooks.
There are many articles,
Many diaries.
However, it's time to go.
Don't talk if you can't stay.
When the wind blows to the north,
Willow trees in April are scattered with rootless flocs in the wind.
Before,
Will be sad in this season.
at present
The water in my eyes,
Clear and calm.
Time is running out,
Pinellia leaves spring.
The weather in Jiangbei is far more unpredictable than I thought.
It seems that there are only summer and winter.
Spring and autumn are too short,
Just as I was about to catch it, I turned a corner and disappeared.
The light dimmed,
Breathing becomes so clear.
In the open space,
I can't even see a lonely shadow.
So when you get used to loneliness, you won't find someone to comfort you.
I don't want to contact those who left.
I can't find a suitable reason to speak.
So forget it.
At night,
The light is on,
A bright lamp locks the freedom of a city.
Reciting Prose Poems 3 Looking back at the last years of the Three Kingdoms, Shu Han Yizhou and Wolong were critically ill, and Jiang Wei was the teacher, guarding Jiange, and God was my witness.
However, I was born at the wrong time and was ordered to die in the wild. I have regrets in this life.
When the dragon sees Wolong as a dragon, the hero is mighty and loyal.
Love of mountains and rivers, worship of ghosts and gods, adding Buddha to the west, and praising God and man.
Mountain peaks in the fog, clouds and fog in the forest, just like heaven;
Jianmenguan, Cui Yun Gallery, witnessed the difficulty of Shu Road;
Ancient plank road, cliff, remember Pingxiang Hou.
Is the smog blocking the sight of the wanderer?
Does the tall building hinder the hope of going home?
Is it a heavy burden on the rhythm of action?
Is it unreasonable to suppress the burning desire?
Is it emotion or career that keeps you restrained?
Will leave, who doesn't want the harbor of home?
When the distance becomes a straight line, can home still be looming?
God please open your eyes, ghosts and gods also have the warmth of living at home.
Through the Qinling Mountains and clouds, Longzhong's home is a beautiful picture.
Ghosts and gods walk together, Xiangyun is the companion, and they return home for reunion.
Till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, intoxicated with it, shines with Buddha's light and makes up with Hou Yan.
Worship the gods, the sun and the moon can look in the mirror, can't stand shouting-
Don't worry, the whole family is safe! Gangu's hometown misses you very much, so I often go home to see you in my spare time!
It is the sound of rain that disturbs the tranquility of the city, or it may have belonged to it a long time ago.
Or the dream should end like this, or the heart is throbbing.
Looking out of the window, it is misty and rainy, and the mountains are dangerous and the water is blocked. Can you see the way to your hometown clearly?
Maybe ghosts and gods will affect them to comfort wandering souls.
Suddenly I saw Mazu caressing the wind and chasing the waves, and suddenly the sky was high and wide. I believe that water resistance has its own dragon king.
Dump the mist, show your hometown, touch your familiar face, and look up at the magnificence of Putuo in the South China Sea.
It's hard to imagine the physical and mental pain of thorns everywhere.
The society is changeable, the smoke is everywhere, and youth has been hurt.
There is a saying that people die before they are born, and the burning desire turns into the past.
Everything is beyond my ability. I really feel sorry for my elders in my hometown and I don't have the courage to face the western gods.
Looking up at the peaks and falling in love, the seventy-two peaks of the sword gate of humanity have an eternal swan song.
Do you know that you are suffering from Jianmen Shudao in northern Sichuan?
Think about it, my hero should aim everywhere.
If a tiger doesn't talk to people, it must follow its tail and practice the minister's way.
I believe that no one will be safe in the end.
After 30 years of hard work and blood-stained battlefield, it's hard to disobey your orders, but in the end, you stayed in your hometown.
Youth and blood teach the right way, and love nest has a world-famous home.
Reciting prose poems four times is a train.
Fairy tales bearing childhood.
Carrying the dream of youth.
With sweet love.
Let our hopes come true at the next stop.
How long does each platform stay?
No one can say for sure.
The scenery along the way changes in the monsoon.
The sun kissed the flowers.
Sheep bathed in drizzle.
We polished it in the Yan Rong era.
No matter how time changes
I remember you in the river.
Not only not far.
It's getting clearer and clearer.
Occasionally, I will open the door to my dreams.
Please come in.
Just to see your clear eyes
Tell me what I think.
Your shallow smile
It always makes my heart beat.
Wait until dawn
Only to find myself wandering on the platform after the rain.
Memory is a river.
It got on the train of years.
Let our youth gallop in the wind and rain
Crystal white snowflakes
Bless us.
Plum blossom in December
Give us fragrance all the way.
Let a drop of rain fall.
Beat our melancholy.
Full of red leaves
Will certainly witness our friendship.
As long as you are alive.
As long as the intoxicated soul is not asleep
I always wipe the dust from my mind.
Never let the river of memory
Changed the chaos
Let dribs and drabs
Let one paragraph after another
As in the vast night sky
Become an eternal star
At that age, everyone was still a child.
At that time, we were all confused and didn't know how to express and communicate.
People always change, and time kills people.
Let that arrogant teenager become calm or timid.
Let that arrogant, willful, indifferent and indifferent girl start to be afraid and sensitive.
It was a beautiful fairy tale when I was a child.
In the season of parting, I left a little childish oath.
Leave memories and sigh gently.
What once appeared in life did appear, but it disappeared.
Fairy tales are the dreams you have persisted in, the castles you have expected, and the happiness you have expected.
Those shallow memories are finally forgotten, and the feeling of passing by.
Familiar and strange, the original strangeness is the beginning of each other now.
Walk like a circle.
Although I don't believe in reincarnation, I can go back to the original point.
Reunion is such a beautiful word.
Here we go again. Is it the beginning without an ending?
Gorgeous but lonely, romantic and cruel.
Thoughts, dreams, memories.
Familiar face, but still think it's a dream.
Memories of nursery rhymes sing softly in my ears like the wind, and you have appeared in my dreams.
Just young and ignorant, that's why.
I still remember that song, only beautiful and sad.
Time has forgotten who you used to be, and you have forgotten who you used to be. You have become blurred.
Memories belonging to two people
Strand everything
Memories are recycled, and I miss the past buried by myself.
Gradually, I saw through everything, but I still pretended to know nothing.
Because I didn't want to grow up then
Simple children always pretend to be heartless.
Others don't understand, and neither do you.
Jokes always reveal a lot of truth.
A little heart contains a forgotten heart.
Are people who are forgotten at the same time tired? Tired? Not tired?
It never occurred to me that this was the beginning without an ending.
I just feel that it used to be beautiful, maybe it was something that was still pure.
Reality has confused the original mark.
White, the purest but most complicated color.
I like the snowy weather very much and miss the snowy scene very much.
The cool feeling seeped into my heart.
The smiling snowman was moved to tears, but he was too enthusiastic.
Autumn is easy to daydream, like catkins flying all over the sky.
Beautiful, messy, or like it.
Miss stranded, memories are recycled.
My heart is cold. It is people who are indifferent.
Times have changed, and things behind them are always different.
The past has not changed.
The past is still beginning, and the future is unknown.
For pen pals, enjoy reading together.
The traffic took away the last glimmer of hope, and the forgotten memory left only a desperate heart.
Looking at the dark sky, there is only a small piece of brilliance left in the sunset.
In the distance, one light after another, the street lamps lit up and danced like fireflies.
I like the lights in the night sky, which makes people feel wandering.
Wandering in a world that doesn't belong to me!
Staring at the night sky, the night is like a day with makeup.
And the night after the rain is the spirit after bathing, flashing, but leaving no pity.
The street lamp after the rain is particularly mysterious, shining on the arc splashing with footsteps.
Sometimes clear, sometimes vague, people can't guess.
Wandering streets, some people coming and going, those passing by, who can remember?
Who is remembering yesterday, who is collecting today and who is forgetting tomorrow?
A street, a street lamp that doesn't work,
I'm afraid a shining meteor has long been forgotten since it began to fall.
The light seems to stay where it is looking for.
Close the eyes of the world, the sun sets, and all the scenery is covered with a layer of dark gray.
Just like an old photo, it once sang all the glitz.
Maybe I haven't been here, maybe I haven't lost it,
Sad wind fetters weak memories and makes me wander in a strange world. What have you gained and what have you lost?
Maybe I really don't need it. I am alone in this indifferent world.
Weathered ice also has a melting period, perhaps just the length of time.
I vaguely saw a pair of eyes on the glass window, revealing infinite joy, and a smile hung on the corner of my mouth.
Is that the shadow of my past life, or the irony of the afterlife?
Nothing matters anymore,
Just as time often passes so quickly, it is still as jagged as the leaves in blowing in the wind.
Coupled with the final whistle, it gradually monopolized the last distance, and the cup on the table slowly passed away its original temperature.
And the fog slowly faded, leaving only a little memory, originally imagining the future,
Tomorrow, I don't know where to go. Maybe I'm just a tool.
It's just a tool!
Fallen Flower has no intention of standing in Ao Shuang. The wind slowly pushed my eyes away, and the rain crept into my heart.
That never-changing promise suddenly became a cloud on the horizon.
The fog disappeared, and so did the clouds. So light, so simple to end.
It's just that the fog affected the sky that belongs to me, and the sunshine slowly left with the memory.
Until I went to heaven, I still paused in heaven and slowly looked at the earthly world, which may be true. Left!
Please remember:
What is lost is the sorrow and joy of the world, and what is gained is the eternal memory.
Sadly, I forgot the memory of the past, leaving behind the agreement of the afterlife!
The agreement is the memory forgotten in the secular world. ...
Recite prose poems 7 i. Be at a loss
I often feel that
Sometimes I am at a loss.
I don't know what to do.
I don't know what I was thinking.
Suddenly find
Wandering for so long
I cann't believe I got nothing
Second, meet
Makes me depressed.
Walking alone in the street
Looking for the belonging of the soul
Eyes inadvertently collided with a few seemingly familiar faces.
I was not surprised by the tacit understanding at that time.
I just suddenly feel that
The world is really small.
Third, vent.
I am used to venting my dissatisfaction with food.
for me
This is the best way.
When you're in a bad mood
Just use your stomach as a trash can.
As for food,
Why care whether it is sour, sweet, bitter or spicy?
Pour it in.
Fourth, feelings
A drop of water, a leaf
A light, a gust of wind
These seemingly ordinary things are actually not ordinary.
They often bring us some feelings.
However, these feelings are like a breeze blowing in front of us.
Come without a trace; come and go mysteriously leaving no trace
Your eyes are always too late to follow
When the mind is not in contact.
I've been in a hurry.
leaving no trace
Verb (abbreviation for verb) smile
A smile is refreshing.
A care touches people's hearts.
smile
This is an action that needs no consideration and thinking.
smile
It is the best action for everyone who loves life.
I believe
There's nothing wrong with smiling.
……
Reciting Prose Poems 8 Wandering with Silent Years
The shadow of summer is getting thinner and thinner.
Spring cruelly forced me to surrender all my enthusiasm.
What you condensed.
Is it full of dust?
I still don't know who to hate.
You used to stare at me with silent eyes.
And the answer was never given.
On sleepless nights, you can't hear a song, and the hand of music is the easiest to open the wound of gauze.
After searching hard, I don't want anything. Let me wake up with you in my dream. Even though there are thousands of kinds of pains in my heart, who knows that my face is full of tears when I turn around? Love or not is not for you and me to decide. Don't be sad to wander alone, don't go.
Who can keep those flowers, smell the faint fragrance and grasp the numbness of the heart? In the melancholy wind, I whispered alone, and only the shadow accompanied me.
Spring is a long dream. I can't hold your hand in my dream. Facing your closed door, I can't bear to cry and wait for the night. I asked the stars if they had heard from you.
The rain has been falling on my heart, which reminds me of those lost processes, just as the wind and rain will not take away my sadness, just as the sun will not leave my wishful thinking. I watched you leave, silently, in the shadow of drifting away, who said you love me, let me care about the old days and smooth the shallow memories. The diary finally turned yellow, and the sadness that stopped in my heart was only appreciated by the light. Tonight, the moonlight is silent, lonely hands are holding your cold, and my heart is a chaotic rain, which stops in my heart and is only a short paragraph in my memory.
Memory prose poem 9 autumn rain, wet the vague memory.
A wisp of wind blew, and the messy hair tips were blurred from page to page.
Standing on the title page of autumn, leafing through yesterday
These geese come and go.
Flowers bloom and fade.
I'm still standing where I am.
Go further.
You can't draw a complete past.
On a thin thread
Bit by bit, it's all you
In the blue misty rain,
Yamato Qingshi is still writing an unspeakable beauty.
The stars and the moon look at each other,
There is no intersecting trajectory.
I want to put that yellowed memory.
Fold it into a paper crane.
Fly in the rustling autumn wind
Leave it alone.
It is in the east, and it is in the west.
Is it in the wind or in the rain?
turned the moment
I heard you.
A low whimper.
Fish and birds
Have the farthest distance.
A towering sky
One dived into the deep sea.
Spring flowers and autumn moon, leaves cherish each other.
Also want to, will miss the trace.
Carved on fallen flowers
With the change of seasons, reincarnation
Buried in thick soil
It's just that when everything is asleep,
In the long night
But there is a faint sigh.
A drizzly day
Don't think about it, how much helplessness sank in the deep sea.
Don't ask, how many obsessions did the geese flying south take away?
Exile all the memories
Without the complexity of the world.
Loneliness without noise
In my eyes, only a fallen leaf is dancing solo.
Deduct your own beauty.
Describe one's inner music
The crackle of raindrops
But it's like an irresistible trend.
Put some water in it.
Fall into the eyes, fall into the heart.
Buddha said: Persistence, like tears, is the breaking, breaking and flying away of the heart.
Observe sb's time
Watching the sun set in the morning, facing the clouds and snow.
Standing on the ferry of years
A story, I don't know how to write.
I know
Some memories will be eroded by years,
Some memories don't get old at any time.
Just, in the silent time.
I don't know
How to place it correctly?
You who live in your heart
Memorizing prose poems 10 has a good memory.
Keywords awning damage, aquatic center,
Looking back at wet clothes with tears;
I hate to see people cry,
The sound of falling flowers,
A stone stirs up a thousand waves.
In late autumn, begonia is pitiful,
Like a dream lang;
Beauty is gone,
Empty court bamboo shadow,
Dancing in the wind, moaning the piano.
Don't look back, don't Mu Qing.
Stop and go, before you know it, it's spring and summer again. Looking back, I woke up. Is it because you were too confident, or because you are too peaceful now? When I first came out, my eyes were confused, and now my heart is very lost.
I am very afraid to look back at the way I came. Suddenly, I feel ill-fated. I don't have the courage to lift it again. Is this the right road? Is it worth it? There are many roads. Why am I always so obscure? I admit that I am ignorant, too. However, looking around, it is either vigorous or hot pursuit, or it is a great achievement. How can my heart be indifferent? Can you believe you don't care?
The road has been at your feet, along the way, dare to say that now, compared with you, have you ever regretted it? I don't know how many times I want to escape, but life is not easy. First of all, I have to support myself. I don't know how many nights I thought about changing careers, but when I woke up, courage was like a dream that night, and it was gone. Is it really that difficult to take this step? No, it's not difficult. The difficult thing is that you can't cover your eyes for the floating clouds and can't see the direction clearly. Darkness, like a demon that devours your heart, breeds all kinds of thoughts, weaves an invisible net, grabs a heart hard, sinks to the bottom, longs for light, but is hard to persist.
There are many roads. I don't know that I chose this road in a daze. No plan, no goal, no dream, really a salted fish. It is good for society to have a good shelter to take me in. It can be said that there are so many young people in China. I don't blame the education problem in this country, just sigh. Why, many are only in? Why, always so many, suddenly plunged into this mixed mud in confusion, only after a hundred times of washing and cultivation can we calm down and introspect.
Now that I have embarked on this road, my heart is still full of ups and downs, and I dare not say that I can see through the fog. But at least, I know that there is no need to look back and worry about it a thousand times. Why not give it a try? There is no wrong road, only the wrong person. I don't know if I am wrong. At least don't add burden to my heart. I always look back, wait and see, and wander.
On the one hand, although they are so unstoppable on their own road, they will gradually become numb when they watch. No matter how beautiful and gorgeous the scene is, it belongs to others, and it is just a prosperous dream for yourself. It will be broken eventually, so why indulge in it? It's even harder to be self-sustaining. Why not settle in the middle? On this string of singing and drinking, it will be broken. If you can't envy me, how can you come out of my world? 3000 parallel worlds, including you, me and him, how can there be high and low? There are only 3 thousand feng shui turns around, you sing me on stage.
Don't look back, be passionate and indomitable; Not Mu Qing, one mind, watching the wind and cloud.
Spring is deep, the past is like smoke, and my affectionate self is buried with flowers.
Say goodbye to my wife in the morning, and I am married in the dead of night. I am tender in autumn, sweeping the leaves mercilessly and laughing at you mercilessly.
I saw you off early in the morning, but Yelang didn't return. I laughed when I thought of the past.
Put on red makeup in the morning, light a candle at night, write a quick book, write two poems and laugh at the moonlight for a long time.
In the early morning, I was shocked by the sword. When I was a girl, I aspired to the west, and the sword was in the east. I laughed at me crazily.
Look at the flowers in the early morning, when the flowers have fallen at night. Come back unexpectedly, you will know when you leave, and you will never leave again with a smile.
In the morning, I was drunk with poetry. When I was sleeping alone after midnight snack, the Sanskrit sound came, and the blue light was hard to extinguish, so I couldn't sleep with laughter.
Wear red clothes in the morning and red makeup at night. Gentle at first, then said heartless, smiling without a word.
The wedding reception was scheduled for the early morning, when the night king suddenly left. Forever swear to spend a short time laughing at providence tonight.
The bell rings after school in the early morning, and the cold window is bitter at night. I forget the time, remember my ideal dream, and laugh at the students' fatigue.
Hearing your death in the early morning, I cried at night, fat and green, sleeping in a thin red field, laughing yet.
I miss my old friend in the morning, but I don't cry when I am drunk at night. The heavy makeup makes people pity, and I laugh and hate.
Watching Mobei in the morning, remembering Jiangnan night, the morning glow is broken, the dusk is boundless, and laughter flies.
The word "Zhen Xuan" just started in the morning. Being friends in the evening is a pleasure, but management is hard. The members pitied Xiaoyu and laughed at their happiness.
Catkin wind in the morning, peach blossom rain at night, old flute last year, new music this year, good get together and good break.
Early in the morning, I was stunned by the ancient road. When the night sighs, the city is noisy, my hair is beautiful, my hair is fluttering, and I am laughing at the world.
Whispering with white horses in the morning, drinking frost and wind at night, people in the world of mortals are tired, worshipping Buddha and monks with empty doors and smiling at the world.
In the morning, I greeted with a smile. Lonely at night, affectionate and charming, heartless and indifferent, changeable smile.
In the morning, the pagoda was broken, Lei Yin sighed at night, the Buddha in the temple was dusty, and the court was restless and smiling at night.
In the morning, the bell rang, when the night was a figure, the faint bell stopped for a long time, and the morning bell came alone, laughing as drunk as a fiddler.
Sighing the world of mortals in the morning, worrying at night, young and romantic, accompanied by Sanskrit in the dusk, laughing into an empty door.
In the morning, you lost your beauty. I laugh long and frivolous when I am young at night, and I am even more worried when I am depressed.
When I say goodbye in the morning and at night, I feel that the spring flowers are soft and the autumn rain is cool, and I smile at this life.
Mow the field in the morning, invite a moonlit cup, get drunk like a willow, wake up like a poem, and don't be too ambitious.
In the morning, you lost your beauty. I laugh long and frivolous when I am young at night, and I am even more worried when I am depressed.
When I say goodbye in the morning and at night, I feel that the spring flowers are soft and the autumn rain is cool, and I smile at this life.
Mow the field in the morning, invite a moonlit cup, get drunk like a willow, wake up like a poem, and don't be too ambitious.
Wearing shirts in the morning and putting on clothes at night, I am young and eager to take off my armor in my later years, and I will laugh and sigh all my life.
Early in the morning to the morning, the night arrival morning sun, young and frivolous, old temples slightly frosty, laughing at my yellow robe.
In the morning, when I was covered in green and the night was frosty, I liked the red dress, lamented my wife and laughed at me for being stupid.
The morning is hidden in the mountains, and when the monument stands in front of the night, a thousand years have passed. Once you don't say goodbye, the world of mortals will not forget.
I look forward to your early morning return, and when you can't sleep at midnight, Loyal Jun will serve the country, dressed in rags, smiling proudly in troubled times.
In the morning, my eyes are hazy, and in the evening, my thoughts are heavy, my pen and ink are not falling, my paper is white and my brain is empty, and my heart is full of laughter.
In the morning, the flowers shed tears, the night was dark and the night was crying. I feel something every day, get angry at night, and laugh with ecstasy.
Complain about feelings
Manbeng Yu Wen Road Qu,
Castle Peak is separated by two territories.
The shutters face the moon,
Full moon, love and missing.
The shadow of the full moon in the water,
Wandering alone in the light.
Write down and pour out your thoughts,
Yuanyang is looking forward to spending the holidays together.
Women's feelings
The nun came slowly,
Frog drinking in front of Jinxiu Hall,
Ran Yan on Moss Street,
Father is a song full of love,
Explain in detail that it is difficult to leave,
Thick Italian, hot tears,
Feel timid and have nowhere to cut,
How bumpy it is to laugh at yourself,
Dare you ask what's wrong with heaven?
Dance sleeves are not hungry or thirsty,
Running water has feelings, cars have ideas,
Castle peak never stays,
Send love to the clouds, hold your head high!
Looking back, the ferry of reincarnation is still bustling. See some fate come and go.
Looking back, the ferry of reincarnation is still bustling. See some fate come and go, go and return. Watching some people drift away and finally fade out of sight. That year, the lost youth. Already, the eye-catching number plate has faded out.
Acacia is too short, the world of mortals is too long, homesickness is fragrant, and the sound of flute burns the intestines.
Acacia is too short, the world of mortals is too long, and homesickness is fragrant. Who will burn the intestines in Xiao Sheng? Light up the past, wrapped in loneliness, leaning against the bar and looking at the horizon, cold dreams and sadness, frost and sorrow, who can understand everything? How can a tree turn yellow when it is flourishing? A few dreams poured into the city, a few tears splashed on the book, and the beauty was thin and lovesick endlessly. My heart is like clear water, I only drink one ladle, and it rains all over the sky. How can I alleviate my grief?