Sunny Day Prose 1
Such a sunny afternoon makes people feel particularly lazy. Walking in the sunshine, everything is so transparent, everything is It feels so unquestionable. The sun shines in every dark corner, as if everything is bathed in the warm sunshine, making people feel that their mood suddenly feels better!
I always feel that there are too many things to worry about, and one annoying thing comes after another. On such an afternoon, let yourself shower in such soft sunshine, and let yourself become more beautiful at this moment. I became happy and walked, seemingly forgetting that it was a winter afternoon, and feeling as if spring had come. Time flies so fast, even children will say this. In nine days, 20xx will pass forever in my life. What will the next 20xx be like? What will happen? Originally, I wanted to empty my mind so that I could take a rest, but why did so many strange thoughts arise? Don't think about it, just walk leisurely like this. When you think about it, your steps seem lighter and you feel a little more relaxed!
The sun is still so hot, turning the whole earth into a warm furnace, making people have the urge to lie down or sit on the ground and enjoy the sunshine. Thinking about your age, it is better to put it away To overcome this urge, take a walk and relax, and I feel very satisfied!
Christmas is coming again, and the Western festival seems to be regarded by the younger generation of China as a more lively festival than the Spring Festival. The shops in the streets and alleys are filled with the atmosphere of Christmas. Of course, this also includes the Internet. You can find the taste of Christmas when you open large and small web pages. Because of your age and mentality, you seem to be numb to festivals of this kind and have no expectations and no ideas, including the Chinese New Year. , to me, the concept of year is just the concept of growing one year older, and the homesickness that keeps growing in my heart, the rest is meaningless.
On such a sunny afternoon, everyone can enjoy the sunshine happily, let the sunshine evaporate all those unhappy things and unhappy people, let the sunshine come Be more violent! Prose on a Sunny Day 2
The heavy snow in the north has arrived as scheduled, but the winter in the south has been delayed. In November in Guangdong, the sky is still sunny. At a temperature of 27 degrees, I watch the snow falling in the distance, looking forward to the arrival of winter. On November 25th, the temperature in the South finally cooled down, with the highest temperature being 23 degrees and the lowest temperature being 13 degrees. I can finally put away the arms and legs that have been exposed for six or seven months. Putting on the long-lost southern winter clothes, I felt the caress of the cold wind and the gentleness of the sunshine. On such a good day, go out into the wild and experience nature!
I made an appointment with my good friends Yingshanhong and Lin Zhongyan, got on the bicycles, and we set off.
On the warm sunny day in the South, we chose to walk along the country trails. Su Zi's sentence "The four seasons under Luofu Mountain are green" can quickly describe the beauty of the four seasons in the South. Therefore, although it is the winter season, bougainvillea trees are always in full bloom along the way, and various unknown wild flowers are fragrant. The leaves of the longan and lychee trees are still green and shaded, and waves of bananas are leisurely under the big leaves. growing up. In this winter season, we enjoy the slight chill and blooming vitality of spring.
Riding all the way, admiring the scenery, I couldn’t help but leave the car and take pictures along the way.
From two o'clock to five thirty in the afternoon, we rode thirty kilometers. Among them, when I saw the highway that had been repaired but was still open to traffic, I couldn't help but find a gap and slipped in. Driving on the new high-speed road is like flying on the vast ocean. We can't help but sing a song, singing about the beauty of this prosperous age and being grateful for the blessings of life.
It is already winter, and half past five in the southern evening is approaching. We rode on the way home reluctantly but hard. Prose of Sunny Day 3
I walked along a dilapidated ruins. The rain fell along the edge of the umbrella, but there was no pattern. My bangs reached my eyes. Between me and the world, it seemed like There really is a black broken wall.
The path was as muddy as slurry, and a few old tree roots struggled to rise from the yellow mud. They were as skinny as the hands of people who were about to be in distress in the swamp. When I stepped on them, my feet hurt.
In my opinion, human beings are indifferent, heartless, and selfish.
People chase each other tirelessly in the world of flowers and lights, and never stop when they are tired. They have no feelings, and no matter how familiar they are, they are just strangers passing by. Stop fighting over each other, because we are all living dead. In which novel did you read this? I don’t remember anymore.
There was a man running towards me with bare feet. The rain wet him. He was closer. He was closer. He was a beggar. His clothes were not very shabby and he had a big bag on his head. , holding a broken bronze mirror in his hand, with two or three five-cent silver coins lying pitifully inside. Perhaps because he was afraid of staining his trousers, he rolled up the legs of his trousers, and the mud on his legs slowly slid down under the impact of the rain. However, I remained unmoved. In my eyes, there were too many liars among the beggars. I told myself with the eyes and brain of a normal person that the person in front of me could not receive charity from me or anyone else. I believe that I still have the heart to give, but I just don’t want to be covered up by a piece of hypocritical cloth.
I glanced at him arrogantly, held an umbrella and left quickly without hesitation or lingering. I didn’t need charity, and he didn’t need gratitude.
The cold wind blows and I feel cold.
Cold, cold. How I want a change - not at all! I looked at the pedestrians around me, and they responded to me with an inexplicable expression, as if I was just an alien.
Silence, silence.
A young man walked by quickly. He didn’t have an umbrella. The rain whipped his hairline, as if he was treating a deserter. Wow - the young man fell to the ground, and a yellow lotus bloomed instantly. Pedestrians Stopping, laughing, mocking, his eyes full of ugliness that has nothing to do with him.
I took three steps and two steps at a time to help him up. The passers-by burst into laughter, as if I was just an alien.
The umbrella in his hand was handed to his palm.
Thank you, I am so touched! He was trembling, but I felt that his words were too pretentious. You're welcome to turn around and leave, using your body to squeeze a way out of the pedestrians.
Keep moving forward.
Unfortunately, I also fell into the muddy water. I tried to stand up, but this only caused a few mud marks on my body.
Struggle, struggle.
A hand with vaguely visible mud marks stretched out, it was that young man! The pedestrians were somewhat silent, and a few middle-aged men were whispering. I reached out my hand in emotion, and my two muddy hands were held together like this.
Hey - kid, we turned around at the same time, and an unkempt man walked towards us. Are you okay? Look, I just dropped it in the water. Fortunately, I picked it up in time and saw a warm current flowing in my heart.
The rain has eased.
The rain stopped.
Everyone folded their umbrellas and looked at the sun as if it was reborn. People smiled, walked, and welcomed everything in front of them.
The hug was touching, it was the most beautiful day in my memory. Prose of Sunny Day 4
1
Who is it?
Who is breathing the thickness of time in the depths of the soul? This sound makes me have a desire every lazy morning. This sound stimulates me to run forward and run.
From far to near are trendy scenes, from near to far are barren memories.
Who is it again?
Who else paints a natural and dignified face at the end of the season? This gesture makes every corner of the awakened life surge up with a passion that burns and burns feverishly.
What is slowly rising is the prelude to the Year of the Monkey, and what is slowly fading is the script of the Year of the Sheep.
二
Riding on the first bus of the calendar, for many years, you have been keeping a promise, a promise about the change of time and the reincarnation of life.
No matter how classic a freehand painting, or a flower picked at random: whether it is a bird flying across the sky, or a stream with melting ice and snow, they will all sing the praises of this special season. An eternal agreement.
This is an unchanging agreement that will remain unchanged for thousands of years!
三
The moment you come, the wind is always calm and the thunder is always gentle.
The moment you look back, the mountains are always smiling and the rain is always sentimental.
You affectionately put on your cold coat for a life that has been huddled in the cold winter, and very modern fireworks exploded on your warm smile. As a result, the flowers began to bloom for the spring light, the buds began to echo the spring light, the soul began to overlap with the spring light, and the smiling faces began to be brighter than the spring light.
IV
Our eyes will sparkle.
Our hands will become wings.
Flowers will bloom on the end of our pens.
At this moment, the birds are singing softly, the mountain wind is rustling, and the scholars are loud.
At this moment, the scenery is romantic, poetic and picturesque, and the vision is green.
This moment, the moment of destiny, the moment of passion, the moment of ecstasy. I hold your delicate arm generously, sing love into songs, recite suffering into poetry, condense loss into sunshine, and freeze dreams into journeys.
五
The sound of jointing is like the passionate chirping of a thrush.
The steps are hurried, like the high-spirited rhythm of the Yellow River.
What comes out of your peach petal-like lips is the hard-working villagers’ lifelong expectations.
Your rock-firm footsteps are imprinted with the philosophy that a keen wise man has thought about for a lifetime.
As long as the water is, you are as long as you are; as high as the mountain is, you are as high.
Six
Although the wind and rain are violent, behind the wind and rain there must be sunshine: although the winter is cold, behind the winter there must be spring!
This is an unchanging agreement. This agreement remains unchanged for thousands of years. This agreement inspires us to stand up again and again from where we fell, to get excited again from the story of decadence, and to start again from the point of confusion!
Let’s set off. Last year’s achievements are a new starting point, and our hopes for the coming year will be written with sweat.
There is another sunny day ahead! Prose of Sunny Day 5
A girl in Sunny Day. Most girls like sunny days, because beautiful weather makes people feel refreshed. When the weather is quiet, people will be in a good mood! Beautiful expectations, beautiful wishes, and beautiful faces will appear in our hearts and overflow on our faces. Girls, as a synonym for weakness, are also a symbol of beauty. If you have a sunny mood and a sunny face, then life will be beautiful! In the mood of a sunny day, write down the details of today, our fate and fate, and our imperfect life.
Love on a sunny day. Love is very deep and very shallow, love is very strong and very light. If love is a sunny day, the sun is shining high, and the weather is quiet, it is love. It is quiet in the sky and in the heart. Love is a city, a small town with great love, a small town with great love, you and me, where love is poured, love will stop. Fate is very strong and very soft, fate is very long and very short. If fate is the sun, then noon is the time when the sun is strongest, so beauties put on layer after layer of anti-sun cream, fearless in the face of the sun. The sun is shining brightly in the morning and evening, but not kitsch. In this late spring, the sunshine on our bodies is so warm, just like meeting a high-minded person. If the relationship is love, the love is deep and the love is shallow, the love is shallow and the love is deep, it is distance, it is quicksand-like years, it is passion, deep affection, family affection, it is accidental and inevitable meeting and gathering, the depth of love is determined by people and determined by heaven. Determined by the place.
Youth on a sunny day. In the sunny days of youth, when an adult man truly loves an adult woman, he will lovingly make a promise to her in a few years. I will do my best to give you happiness! A short sentence, shallow and affectionate, conveying deep love and responsibility for her. They would say that this life is doomed. This is an unwavering love. It is you in this life, and no one else can replace it. It is gratitude to God, cherishing love, and accepting the other person. He would say that I will do my best to love and protect you for the rest of my life. Passing on a lifetime of love, he has his unending love for her and his deep affection for her. I would say, watch for happiness, and witness our happiness with actions. A kind of waiting for love, a kind of cherishing, a kind of making me happy when I see you safe and sound, and a kind of practical action that explains the love of this life.
A marriage on a sunny day. Marriage is a besieged city. Those who have not entered want to enter, and those who have entered want to get out. Many single babies live a married life that is worse than never getting married, just saying it.
When we watch pairs of newlyweds holding hands, embracing each other, and kissing, we feel wow, so happy! I see the man promising the woman that I will do all the work in the future. My wife is heaven, my wife is earth, my wife’s words are the imperial edict, and my family and the bride will be happy. At this moment they were happy, at least in form. After marriage, a baby is born, parents grow old, and we become the backbone of society and the fulcrum of the family. The pressure at this time is far greater than before marriage. Before marriage, we were really happy. One person had enough to eat and the whole family was not hungry. Facing pressure, conflicts, complaining and worrying about each other, beauties are no longer beautiful, and handsome guys are no longer handsome. The passion is gone, the love is faded, the sun begins to set on our sunny day, there is no such strong love, not so many expectations, and not so much joy. It's a sunny day, are you still calm? Be quiet.
We are under the bright sun. When we are many years later, do you still remember that you are my sunny day and I am your sunny day. Your promise and my expectations, let them be fixed in our youth! Prose of Yanyangtian 6
As a person who has not grown up from a young age, I have gained dozens of kilograms of extra fat on my body. I don’t feel restrained when I walk, and I quickly accepted it happily. . I wanted to lose weight several times, but I couldn't give up my favorite food, couldn't stop sleeping, and couldn't be bothered to take a walk, so I still got fatter, and it was natural for me to be fat.
I am a fat person, and I also like other people to call me fat, which feels more cordial. Thinking about the time when I was so dashing in the past, I felt a little less steady and a little less generous and tolerant. After letting oneself go freely and no longer restraining oneself, one gets out of control, and the fat one forgets oneself. When I finally looked directly at myself one day, I realized that the chubby boy in the mirror was a little strange. I can eat, sleep, and be lazy. It’s hard to tolerate being fat! Fortunately, as a fat person, I never feel inferior. I accept it happily. I like my chubby look, and I pay more attention to the pure soul in the heart of a fat person. The hot heart hidden under the fat.
I no longer like to lose my temper. As a fat man, I don’t know why I want to treat all things so gently. My heart begins to observe the tiny lives, like a Buddha, who begins to live through thousands of lives. I began to accept the things around me. No matter how embarrassing things were, I would never feel upset again. It seemed that as a person's weight on the body grew, his mind would become broader, broad enough to forgive all the wrongs in this world. Smile at cruelty or rejection.
Some people say that being fat ruins everything. I don’t agree. Fat people have their advantages. It’s just that you don’t understand if you haven’t been fat, let alone selfish irony. Your state of ignorance is like The thickness of my fat makes me invulnerable. I once had low self-esteem. I always felt that there were strange eyes around me staring blankly at me. Those eyes were so hairy that a fat man had the urge to hit others. He said he could tolerate it, but he couldn't tolerate it. !However, most of them are still hypocritical in the manner of covering the autumn with one leaf.
When you are so fat that it doesn’t matter, and all preparations are useless, you compromise your pursuit of thinness. You start to look for the characteristics of various fat people, and you start to get tired of people who are as fat as you appearing in the same frame at the same time. You start to hate fat people, even though you are also a complete fat person. You begin to despise fat people, or say that your fatness is unique, and you do not allow others to compete for your sovereignty. You are so fat that you move like crazy, and you still want to set a Guinness record or win an award. People can't help but pursue. Once you have a goal, you can do it no matter what!
When one day you find a fat man's hip-hop outfit, it looks very sexy. Fashionable for fat people, they also look charming. Without the determination to lose weight, I will still be a confident fat person. I started shopping, and I was no longer sensitive to the strange looks from those people. I wore tight pants, so what if I was chubby? I started wearing shorts to show off my thick thighs, which were indeed thick, so what? I started to perm and dye my hair red. So what about orange, yellow, green, blue and purple? I walked on the street and saw the eyes of everyone looking back. I began to feel very comfortable, because I was very confident in my fatness, so why did I care about other people’s opinions? I lived my own wonderful life. , can’t you experience the ups and downs of life!
I have a very beautiful girlfriend. She always calls me fat, but she always likes to touch my big belly. She said This big belly is safe. Every time she wants to complain that I don’t lose weight, it doesn’t stop her from always praising my good qualities of being able to accommodate my big belly. She said that I was the most unique among fat people, and it was natural that I was the only fat person allowed in the world. Our love is very sweet, and I am fat and happy.
The life of a fat man is not about regret, but more about self-confidence.
A confident fat man is handsome and charming. Don't close your heart, open it and let it fly freely. You will find that all worries are unnecessary. As long as you turn around charmingly, spring is in your mind. Prose of Sunny Day 7
Falling in love with time and camouflaged waves write the most beautiful chapters of life. On the road of growth, the youthful touch will never be forgotten, and the refreshing fragrance of osmanthus taps into a dream of growth. At the corner of the years, the attire comes, and the scorching September sun messes up the papers flying in the wind. The years are blurry, but they can't cover up the youthfulness during military training. The freehand faces are smudged with flowing light.
The story is written here, and the dream takes off here. Dressed in camouflage, the curtain of memory is opened, silently recorded, and the most beautiful strokes in the years are left in the blank space of the title page of life. Time flies by, and we hurriedly walk through the ladder of growth. Sometimes we ask ourselves whether we have left behind memories as beautiful as dreams, so that we can remember them and count every detail of our lives in the coming year. The back of the military training that has passed away and cannot be seen, only a few wisps of memory are floating around, eyes are hazy, and the search is graceful.
When the sweat wets the skirt of the clothes, the sore body has long been accustomed to the inertia of running and standing. In the prosperous dream, extremely vivid inspirational themes are performed. Nowadays, traces of longing are outlined. The melodious melody of You Meng Ming's music during training filled every corner of the memory. Counting the fleeting moonlight, how many times she (he) meets unexpectedly in life. Every scene of you in the story is performed prosperously, leaving behind smiles and joyful faces, just like the babble of happiness, falling into the heart, filled with love.
Even if you hear our complaints, you still paint the blue sky with your hands. You are serious and cool, but you also have a burning passion in your heart. Because you want us to be worthy of ourselves and worthy of our past. My dear instructor! Because of you, I understand: the harder I work, the luckier I get.
When the deep words and exquisite memories wake up from the deep sleep and wash away the dust of experience, it is the silent love. That kind of emotion "easily" takes root in the mind. There is no way to stop, even if there are many helplessness in reality, the fate that seeps into time still exists. Sometimes I lament that time always flies by too fast. The jade that lingers into memory is held in my hand and I can't bear to let it go. As a result, those beautiful figures and heart-tugging smiles took root and sprouted in every inch of memory.
From the day of military training, standing in military posture is a compulsory subject for us. Drops of youthful sweat flowed from the slightly childish face, as if the distance of time had been stretched in an instant. Counting this wonderful time, the instructor has always been by our side. Come to gradually become familiar with this strange place, guide us out of the hesitation, strengthen our life direction, take off the plain clothes of sadness, and walk in again. In these pictures of heart-to-heart encounters, taste the true feelings between the lines, teach us We should be upright people, pass on the positive energy around us, and turn this elite campus into a paradise of happiness. We should be spotless in the world, be our truest selves, and return to the true nature of human nature.
On the day when the military training ended, we took a group photo together. The silhouette of youth will never fade. The instructor was like an older brother. We chased him around the track and field. When we caught him, we all "conspired" to throw him up. The mark of youth quietly lights up among the blue sky and white clouds. The corners of the mouth are raised slightly, and the most beautiful arc is enchanted in the deepest part of the soul.
Looking back carefully, the "Little Apple" performed by the instructors was really good, and it also showed another side of the instructors, which was quite cordial. Along the way, the memories of life appear before my eyes scene after scene, just like a fleeting glance. In those short days, the prosperity of dreams was sung to the end. Last night's dream still interprets the poetic chant, and the wind washes away the echoes of all memories.
Listening to your unchanging voice and looking at your smile that is so familiar to my bones, I woke up the Luohong sleeping deep in my memory. When the spring light and shadow disappear from the sky, and you look up at the deep sky, what should you do to relieve the pain? I have always been very lucky to meet you one by one in this youth drama. When one day you are about to leave, how can we let this time slip through our fingers and become familiar with the back and the breeze?
From the moment we put on camouflage uniforms, we are destined to be melted by camouflage. At the beginning of military training, huge beads of sweat ran across my face under the bright sun. Standing in a military posture, practicing turning around, walking forward, practicing facing each other... Everyone complains that military training is too hard and tiring.
When the gymnastics lights up, all the hard training we have had is worth it. Sometimes I walked back to the dormitory with bloated steps and dragged my exhausted body. As soon as I sat down, I didn't want to get up again.
During those days, it seemed like fleeting time, but it was no match for the prosperity of the prosperous age. Our youth has become excited and energetic because of such a military training life, and we always miss the familiar "Green Flowers in the Army". This hot and baking military training seems to have deeply imprinted the years of youth in our thoughts and bone marrow. The hardship and fatigue during military training have made us understand better that we must cherish our happy life now and be strict with ourselves at all times. Less squeamish and more strong; less dependent and more self-reliant; less complaining and more hard-working spirit. Teach us to unite as one, we are one body, and cherish this destiny.
Accompanied by the thump of footsteps and the tick of sweat, the instructor’s command removed the original squeamishness from our bodies and added a sense of perseverance. The laughter and laughter during the military training break turned into the memory of traveling through the Qin Pass and Han Yue.
Postscript: After writing this, I wrote a poem "In Praise of Military Training" and thought about it. The waves of camouflage are waving, and the red military flag is flying in the wind. The commands were heard all over the place, and the princess had no place to hide her delicate temper. The melodious singing sounds are fragrant with the fragrance of osmanthus, and the silhouettes of photos are taken to depict long-lasting love. The brotherly love will never be forgotten, and the lingering love flows into dreamland. Prose of Sunny Day 8
As if I had forgotten it for the first time, there is only a slight chill in my heart.
The people have already left, only accompanied by the setting sun.
I want to live forever in a deep sleep dream. In the dream, there is only the exaggeration.
This city may not be as prosperous as I expected.
I seem to have been drugged by time, letting time fly by without me knowing anything about it.
At least I will be afraid that I will be left alone to enjoy this erotic and fiery doomsday carnival.
Smiling and laughing, people have gone through many vicissitudes of life, and many people have dispersed as we walked.
Even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead, you must walk through them alone, because you have no choice.
I will try my best to hold back the turbulent emotions in my heart and keep my face calm to finish the scene with you.
How can I be stronger if I don’t get hurt again and again.
If you don't work hard, how can you live up to yourself who is riddled with holes?
Only dreams that shed tears will shine.
Thank you to everyone who made me transform, no matter how good or bad the way is.
Thank you to those who are friends with me, even if I am not good at words and smile, it is unprofitable.
You can rest when you are tired, but it has nothing to do with giving up.
Some things are suddenly figured out after being disappointed again and again.
How can you develop strong wings to break free from the cage and fly far away without experiencing pain.
Only by looking down on gains and losses can you find the best balance in life.