In study, work and even life, you must have read prose, right? The narrow sense of the prose refers to a literary genre parallel to poetry, fiction and drama. How to write a "scattered but not God" prose? The following is my compilation of my inability to hate you sad prose, just for reference, welcome to read.
I can't afford to hate you sad prose Part 1I clearly remember I let myself leave you with hate. More than half a month has passed, and I still think of you and the beauty of the past. Those diaries are my best companion at night, but they have also made me sad and tearful many times! You used to be so good to me, warming up my past years.
At that time, I was so cherish our minutes and seconds together, willing to see your smile, willing to hear your voice, willing to wait silently at your side, although the time is so fleeting, I was immersed in happiness, do not want to wake up.
At that time, I was always so sunny, warming your somewhat depressed mind, so that my happiness instantly infected you, your open smile always lingers in my ears, in order to have this happiness, I am always so understanding, you do everything I can accept, as long as you can accompany me.
At that time, I was able to be quiet, listen to your account, for you to share the sorrow, never ask you to give me how much, as long as you still need me, is my greatest fulfillment.
January 11, 2015, a huge blow, almost crushed us. You are bewildered, you are overwhelmed, you and I hugged together in tears, hate the heavens mercilessly split us up. That winter, let me feel the never-before-seen cold, frozen heart, is in that situation, I actually think for you, let you quickly out of the pain, then I only have a thought, as long as I love the person happy is my greatest happiness! And I have since then, but deep into the swamp, lost the vitality of life, every day in tears, unable to pull themselves out.
Our true love may have touched the heavens, you once again into my life, we are more careful to guard this hard-won emotions, who wants me to lose myself, and never find that full of happy mind.
I have changed! Always afraid that you leave me again, always doubt your love for me, always find signs that you left me. I am no longer rational, no longer generous, demanding more and more things, give you less and less space! You try hard to meet all my requirements, but I still can't feel your heart for me. Time and again unreasonable, time and again hysterical, I know I can not stay in your heart.
You finally said your distress! "I'm under too much pressure, let's separate."
I made a fuss, I cried, even my blood pressure was high to more than 200, myself in the middle of the night to walk slowly to the hospital alone, infusion treatment, at that time your voice has always accompanied me, I thought you would stay, but you still left, went very determined, even 8.12 so big accident, I was in a great shock, you just greeted a sentence, and disappeared forever, my There is no longer any figure of you in my world. You completely melted into your warm home, not wanting to see me, not wanting to hear my voice, and not wanting to reply to my message, am I sick? Or drunk? You are no longer concerned about, just want to quickly away from me this may explode at any time the landmine!
Last year, this evening, I said to you, "Double 11" is my holiday, I must give myself to grab a gift. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get it, but I'm sure you'll be able to get it," he said. I was very excited, we can spend Valentine's Day? You said we could. But Valentine's Day didn't belong to us either. Later, you also sent a special tweet to tell me, "when you heard that I have to buy myself a gift, the heart is especially not a taste, especially self-blame and guilt, I can not afford to comfort you". Hearing such words, I was intoxicated, I feel like the happiest person in the world.
Tomorrow is the Hanukkah, and tonight I will definitely grab myself a heartwarming gift! It is in this mood, I miss you even more, you really become my biggest pain in this life! I'm not going to be able to get a good look at you!
I am powerless to hate you sad prose Part 2Touting around, I run a trace of acacia in the red dust in the purple strand, into the tears in the corners of my eyes, injected into the tip of the cool pen, flowing in the cool words between the lines. In the rush, I blotted a pen for you, splashing the ink is full of also deep and shallow you give me the spring flowers, warm my life of thin love. The spinning thoughts, bright eyes, red lips, murmuring out you once bloomed for me a white lotus, lotus heart to the sun, lotus leaves luxuriant, lotus like a dream. Once, you will be used to remember, remember you give me the reed reed, your gentle arm, your red dust for companionship, now, I would like to give me a world of prosperity, to the moon singing and chanting, to the flower comb makeup Ying Ying.
In the smoke and fire, I pick up a Wo vegetarian soil, in the flowers around the fence, delicate hands shoveling soil, the flower embryo buried in the soil, but also a piece of their own vegetarian heart placed in the moment of elegance. Looking forward to the blooming flowers when the fragrance of the garden, but also quietly waiting for the red return to the soil when the calm and elegant. Hand holding the fragrant soil, will pour their own feelings into it, looking forward to the next year to come here can also achieve a prosperous, and this prosperity, is their own creation, do not need to trust other, do not need to wait for other. A person can also be in the red dust will be a prosperous interpretation of the best, but also will be their overflowing emotions released in a dashing manner.
More and more like a person alone, in the bamboo building at a distance, see the sunset like drunken, scarlet face, quiet sound sleep. I don't care if the world is different, I just want to release the most true self. Feeling the whole piece of orange red sky, will be tightly covered, like a blooming flowers, only for me to bloom, clustered heart, soften the love.
I was in the floating life around and around, only to chase that a touch of white snow after the first light, I was in that period of time searching, only to be placed in your heart to move away to the depths of the red dust, locking a secluded. I carry a hot heart, searching for walking in the vast dome, imagining the three hairs in my shoulder, Lin Huiyin and my companion, the heart is no longer lonely.
In the rhyme of the past years, I can't afford to pick up the sadness. I have also been a woman for love like a moth to flame, I have also been a sentimental woman who lamented when the spring flowers, autumn and moon, the past know how many sentimental women. Just all of this, know that the passing of the east water, but also still foolishly waiting, waiting for yellow thoughts, waiting for thin persistence. Now look back, only to find that they are waiting for others to give me a world of prosperity, and finally only get the end of the lone buried flowers. So, slowly understand, some things, lost, let it such as fluttering flotsam, the heart is not sent, the heart is not dependent on the floating in the vast sky. Some things, do not have to ask for others, like the weak water, I do not need to take a dipper, you can also be free to wander away from the period.
I, just a thousand prosperous, red dust rolling in a minuscule little girl. I can do this without fighting, without grabbing, but I can't do it with a fluffy face. I just wish I could be in a meter of sunshine, three inches on the stage, interpretation of their own wonderful, no need to applaud, but the heart can also be rich.
No need to look forward to others to give you a prosperous feast, you yourself, you can give yourself a world of prosperity, to be prosperous fall, you do not have to lose.
I have no power to hate you sentimental prose Part 3The sky outside the window, is blue blue; wind, should be cool, not burning hot not piercing, just right; those full of summer green, unconsciously receding; the pond should be the remnants of the lotus cover; pedestrians attire, should be each with its own special features, short-sleeved, long shirts, thin sweaters, jackets ... ...It is not too much to say funny; in Zhengzhou, the commuters, is a large ` group, however, farewell to the summer heat, whether on the bus, or riding an electric bike, at the moment, should be as tranquil as water?
However, in Qingxi, a beautiful town, still surrounded by green trees, the sun shines brightly, and the ground is shiny and oily from the sun. The bustling industrial area, mostly filled with the sound of machines operating, is cold and quiet. You can't see much in the sparse flow of people. It is only in the morning or during meal time that a lot of people come out from all directions. They were basically Cantonese, and I could see on their faces that they had no quarrel with the world, that they were at peace with each other, and that they had lived their whole lives, even the lives of their children and grandchildren. They were not fond of learning and were very pleased and satisfied by virtue of their timing. I would say in my heart: Woe to the wage earners. Even if they occasionally get angry, the most they can say is "I am sick of it" or "I am crazy" in Cantonese accent, but in their lives, they still have meat at every meal and green vegetables at every meal. People around me say, "I can't eat without meat in any meal". I don't care about their way of life, I laugh and cry; they don't know what I think and do, they can't understand. It doesn't matter. I know, I can not melt into the life of the South.
In this time of autumn, Qingxi has no fall flavor, and air conditioning is still an indispensable tool for many people to survive. I hate air conditioning, which always makes my skin unusually dry and occasionally allergic, and colds are more recurring. But once you leave the air conditioning, the heat almost engulfs you. Many times, I will scribble on a piece of white paper, or read a book, watching, thinking, the book exudes an ethereal aroma that intoxicates me, it seems like autumn, there is rain, water, wind, river, cool breath, caressing my hair, flowing over my shoulders, slipping through my fingertips, through the soles of my feet ......
In the fall, sleep is A very pleasant and enjoyable thing to do, but how can the different scenery outside be wasted?
This season, it is best to rain a little, filtered air, tree branches between the wind-blown droplets, in the ensuing sunlight shining crystal clear, even the dust, in the rain embellished, actually have a pearl as shiny ...... subtle discovery, how can not give a person a kind of unexpected surprise? After the rain, the park, the square should not have a lot of people, not too lively, if you go to see the fish in the pond, sitting in the style of the pavilion, this is not a gift of nature?
However, the most beautiful of the fall than the time near dusk, rounded full sun, a little bigger and fainter, spreading in the sky, and finally half of the sky dyed red, if you can then witness the burning clouds ...... this enjoyment is more than wonderful! At this moment, who still remembers those unpleasant and unhappy things, or work troubles? In fact, watching the sunrise and sunset is a real happiness, the laws of nature, endless, and life is not so? Sunrise and sunset, think of the family's expectations, waiting, and what can not cross the threshold? At sunset, still busy people, think of the hot dinner at home, how can you bear to bring home the work of dissatisfaction and aggression?
Autumn, suitable for thinking, suitable for experiencing the flavors of life, sweet and sour, as well as to face; Autumn, suitable for walking, the road to the past, a different sentiment; Autumn, suitable for saying goodbye, farewell to the past gray, look into the future. Autumn is a harvest season, but also a new beginning, harvest happiness, bury the sadness, choose a more bright life ...... Autumn, there may be sadness, despondency, bitterness, sorrow, and the components of the unachievable, however, the fall let me return to calm, not childish, not old-fashioned, not exaggerated, not to cover up, with a light joy and frank mood The little woman. Born in the north, I have a sacred touch - autumn, is a gift from heaven. Autumn, look at the sunshine in the leaves; autumn, look at the sadness of the moon; autumn, look at the pathos of leaf fall. Autumn flowers are miserable and autumn grass is yellow. Autumn, but also the season of longing, the red building in the forest sister, mid-autumn moon, said the end is a fence, a grass and trees do not belong to their own ...... this strange woman, the burial of the woman, so proudly stood in the hearts of many people, the world of things change, no matter how, can not plunder her burial of the soul of the flower.
Autumn, is my year-round most expected days, just this fall - aggrieved - so let it drift ......
I have no power to hate you sentimental prose chapter 4The winter months are changeable, caught off guard by a few rainstorms, in the corner of cold and hot, I ran into the angry wind, so I stayed relative, always feel how the mood and the storm like that.
I nestled in the muddy streetscape, thoughts twisted and rolled into a ball, and this mood is not only because of the weather, but also a kind of restlessness and another kind of restlessness in the encounter, so the rain fell into the heart.
I seem to stand at the crossroads, four sides of the backwater, eight sides of the wind, if you can give me a direction, I really wade through the water and return, that quiet passing will be, and what is it, this is an encounter in the rain, or a lonely and lonely cold eyes, I think, I'm thinking, I'm struggling to think, what you give, is what I want.
Who is who's master, who is who's burden, if loneliness can be a tentative condition, that happiness will go far, if despair and helplessness is no longer a burden, that the falling rain drops will have weight, if the family and marriage can not be realized, that the long years will still have you appear?
The word happiness is too far away, like the journey of a drop of rain, drifting in the clouds for half a lifetime, and biting the cold teeth to stay for several hours. Eventually the raindrops gathered courage and strength, fairy-like descended to earth, landing densely, crowding the whole world. Unfortunately, the raindrops lie alone in the water, can not find the original self, and can not find the way back.
The raindrops are confused, overwhelmed and disappeared, disappeared in the mud, river ponds, leaves, clothes, but also disappeared the original hope, dreaming of what can be obtained after the descent to the earth, it seems that it is always less than desired, dreaming of the reincarnation of the true, it seems to be able to catch too little.
Life is like rain, love is like a play, love is the rain that can not be grasped, time flows into the rain marks that can not be found, more and more distant, more and more remote.
When I wrote this, the rain outside the window is still playing the game of human sadness and sadness, containing romance, containing low, but also contains a loss of satisfaction.
Listening to the falling rain, loneliness remains, I am waiting for the moment when the rain stops and the clouds open up, turning over the sunshine mood, adjusting their own speed and direction, quietly looking at the reality of the world, the reality of life, facing the sunshine on the face, taking away the loneliness and emptiness, remembering the warmth, remembering the love.
If the dream is realized one day, I will accompany you to walk on the rainbow, look at the sunset together, and revisit the story of the cowherd and the weaver together.
The rain stopped at my urging, and I began to be quiet, looking for a piece of clean land from the bottom of my heart, and rekindled the love, this fire more and more exuberant, and became an indestructible lighthouse, so that you and I have hope, and there is a home called happiness.
What in the world do I count in your heart ah
Carefully calculated that we know almost seven or eight years, it is indeed not easy to go all the way, whether it is friendship or love, to this point perhaps really do not have to say anything, you always give me a sense of if you are, so people can not figure it out, and friends chatting with you will always care about my expression, is afraid that I am too aware of you, to reveal your old bottom? I don't like to talk to you about things that don't make sense. I don't like to say some unreal words with you, it will only make me feel hypocritical, I don't want your QQ in addition to me also for other people and light; I don't want you to think of other people when you are with me;
I don't want you to ask me again once hurt, I am afraid to think of; I don't want you to lose contact with me, even if a minute, I don't want you because of loneliness to be with me;
I like you to be with me. I like your simplicity, honesty, I hope you can be like this in the future, so that it belongs to me alone; I hope you can accompany me to chat when I am bored. I hope you can be when I exist, rather than ignoring my existence; I hope you can put me in your heart, rather than put in a corner so that people can not find; I hope you love me can be more, so that I have confidence in you to open the door to close a long time of the heart; I hope that from now on in your heart only I, rather than thinking about a long time ago did not get the love of the; I'm very selfish, I'm very overbearing, I'm very bad, sometimes also I am afraid of being alone, I am afraid of being hurt, I am afraid of the most important people leaving, I am afraid of being alone; I like to be lively, I like to play, I like to be with the important people in my heart, but I don't want to limit my freedom, after all, everyone has their own circle of life. But am I important to you? How important? Or are you looking for me because you are lonely? Or do I have no place in my heart at all? Do you care about me? How much? I don't know how you feel about me, so I won't easily ask you for anything? I don't know how you feel about me, so I won't ask you to do anything easily.
I have no power to hate you sad prose article 5
There is a song that will occasionally remind you of that winter that snow.
The melody that you know by heart is unconsciously sung again until the end when it dawns on you that it's still the same familiar tune.
The fragments of the past have become the sadness of the fine reading, the unforgettable drops of the world, pulled out of the music has been wet. The past is free to fly, such as sobbing, any thoughts with the luxury of the night diffusion, the ghost of love and inseparable from the idle sadness.
If thoughts can be diluted, pouring the whole sea can not let it really turn pale.
All the way through, leaving behind in addition to not dare to say, can not say, do not want to say but have to say the heart, and do not want to forget, can not forget, do not want to forget but have to forget the feelings.
The beautiful encounters at the end of the lights, locking the years in the flow of a different landscape. I've been trying to get around that memory, trying to forget that storm, trying to give up the words that are wet with thoughts, seeking to return to the initial tranquility. The first thing I did was to get a little bit of a head start on my life, and then I was able to get a little bit of a head start on my life, and then I was able to get a little bit of a head start on my life, and then I was able to get a little bit of a head start on my life.
Clear eyes look forward to when the memory falls in the cycle, once met, as if the rich and elegant painting like pure and simple. The most hurtful part of the separation, leaving half a wisp of residual fragrance in the night wind.
When I look back, there is no reason for me to smile. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you can get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
Thoughts flying, trying to jump out of those charming infinite, after walking through, who can be sure to be clear? In the millions of people in the encounter, is a kind of unknown edge.
Who sighed, do not want to give up easily, that a love to follow the line of sight; who sighed, let go of the mind calling thoughts, a few times to disrupt the mood; who sighed, the tenderness of those words, so that thoughts fall into the boundless entanglement; who sighed, the day of the separation of the wind braced up the curtains of the eyes, can not stop the overflow of crystal tears; who sighed to forget a thousand years of tenderness, leaving behind the love of the bone; who sighed, and the chance encounter again, the heart is still there, the heart is still there, the heart is still there. The second chance encounter, the heart is still bang, who sighed lightly, rooted in the years of love, several times chanting into the poetry of the wind and snow.
We are all in the same boat, and we are all in the same boat, and we are all in the same boat, and we are all in the same boat, and we are all in the same boat, and we are all in the same boat.
Put the past on the hand, the memory engraved in the heart. Let the wind blow dry the wet thoughts, blowing away the heavy heavy resentment. I miss the warmth you gave me, and I miss your call in the haze.
A few struggles, a few struggles, and eventually fade out of your sight. There is no one who is who is not, and do not blame chance coincidence. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do that.
The mood is not necessarily the wind, but also familiar scenes. The encounter itself is a miracle that the situation is soft, but the more silent it is, the more silent, the stranger is finally reduced to a stranger. You can see the flowers in the water, no longer have the color of the past. Mountain high water long two blank, a few flowers bloom, a few look back. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it in the future.
Cherish or turn away, right and wrong who to comment?
I have no power to hate you sentimental prose Part 6
The distance is your landscape, and in front of me is my siege ......
Since you left, I have never slept a good solid sleep, every time is in fear to sleep, nightmares woke up, pain, aggrieved, but do not dare to voice through a one after another. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
I still remember when you left the crying mess, then I was capricious, bossy, do not know what is called to stay, just think you look both sad and funny. I asked you whether you will come back, when to come back, but never cared about, goodbye, and finally became want to buy cinnamon with the wine, and finally not like, juvenile tour.
I think, you go is so dry, not the slightest mud, should not be necessary to force you. Just blame that is too youthful, just a cup of wine, a word, since then, it is warm and long parting. After many years of a dusk, I walked alone in the street, inadvertently glimpsed a person with you very like, but also just very like it.
Some things are not in the body of whoever does not know the weight of it. At that moment, I suddenly had a very strong desire to go to you, want to drink a cup with you again, to pay homage to our freshly dressed teenagers, want to be like our teenagers again, a thought up, the heart of joy, a thought up, but scoffed. But in the end, things are already different, and why bother to get hung up on it. The only reason is because people in the wind, gathering and dispersing has not been you and me.
I was finally able to meet you as I wished, in a busy street, listening to your wandering, talking about my loneliness. You said your wanderings have been nowhere to put, I said my loneliness has long been nowhere to rely on.
But in this world, there is no such thing as an unexpected, unexpected encounter, that is carefully prepared for the inevitable result. All the bright and shiny behind must be unknown loneliness, since then, all the stories are as promised, and all the parting is also coincidentally.
There is no such thing as an unending banquet, but in the future, when you want to meet, you should ask again whether the old man has been there or not.
The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't want to be a part of it.
In this life, we can meet each other, each of them is already the biggest happiness, see or not see is not important. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at your favorite brands and their products and services. But there will be some people, and you will only death, no longer life away.
So, thank you for coming this way, and I'm not sorry you left. I, always on the road.
I can't afford to hate you, but I'm sorry to say that I'm not going to be able to make it through this. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty!
August is not yet over, the time shallow hidden in the blue sea. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you'll be able to get your hands on some of the most popular ones. Look down on all the past, once young and frivolous, crossed the night sky, promising a beautiful, Mo lost Mo forget!
When life returns to tranquility, everything seems extraordinarily ordinary. The courtyard is scattered with the flavor of the acacia flower, fragrant and far away, with the wind scattered, eventually zero fall it side. Seeing a touch of fragrance floating away, looking for a party of thoughts in peace. Treading on the journey of life, there have been happy, there have been sad. The days of sadness will always pass, when life evolves into a story, history will also open a new corner.
The summer brow of the memory, all the faces are coated with makeup. A heartfelt years, how I want it to become a memory of the past, with the wind blowing from the south, slowly dissipated. Last night's stars were reflected on the window sill, stepping on the footprints of the moonlight, looking for a side of peace in that country. From now on, there is no noise, no noise, no sadness, no joy!
Time in the passage of time carved out of the cool spine, spring to autumn, pick up the prosperity of the end, solidified in this beautiful season, I still believe that the years will add to the memory of sadness and happiness, after many years, and then a scene a scene of reminiscence of the past, etched in the cold wind, the flow of years to pick up, the sentiment of love and affection is still a lonely and arrogant youth, and the loneliness of that old time. Walking in the years, side by side with the fall, dry hands, put a paper black letter written full of lonesome.
? The flowers bloom without words, the flowers fall without sound. A summer to autumn rain wet the earth, dry and depressed mind is also watered by the rain to wake up. Shallow thoughts scurry up the branches of the fall, every glance back is a hopeless memory. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you'll be able to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world!
How many stories of youth have been buried in a city? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do it all in one place. Choose a city to grow old, and never regret the beginning of the heart; meet a person white head, and never adore the love of thought. The age of love, all have been lost, the rest, just shallow thoughts, light you!
Obsessed with the city, remembering the deep memory. In the lonesome corner, the crowd's torrent washed away the memories. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. In love with a body full of wounds, climb up from the reality, whether happy or not, whether poor or not!
The faint scent of flowers condensed in the air, with the curve of memory, slowly drifting away. Open your heart, lightly buckle the corridor of thought, I linger in the garden of words, in order to, seek that yesterday's lost wish!
The story of the past is sealed in this ancient alley, the dense sky passed the flavor of the past. The memory of that time is sweet milk sugar, strong flavor, light fragrance. I woke up from last night's dream, looking up, lost thoughts all over the heart.
Lighting a bright lamp of thoughts, illuminating every room in the city, waiting for a return to the expectation. The first time I met you, I started from the beginning, even though, the white head is already there!