Life is just a few years, and the years are fleeting. Look at the moon tonight, it's particularly blurred. Maybe my eyes are confused. After wiping, the moon is still blurred. At night, more couples set off my loneliness. I don't know how to look for it, whether it is waiting, silence or persistence. Long-lost thoughts are always affectionate, and his appearance is filled with thousands of emotions everywhere. Somehow, they swarmed in tonight. I don't know if my strange body can bear it. Ordinary mentality always appears in extraordinary dreams.
I want to be a legend, so that I can become a person with the same style without any obstacles and troubles. A person, a bag, enjoy a dream that won't wake up. In my dream, I can travel around the world and live on the grass. But I was still wrong. There is only one dream in life that won't wake up, and this dream is the destination of all of us, so there is no dream that won't wake up, only a dream that doesn't want to wake up. I don't know if I'm too worldly or too legendary. Many stories have a beginning but no end. The wind has passed, the clouds have dispersed, the wheel marks of the years are no longer repeated, the flowers are traceless, and I will return to the dust.
I used to be too young and reckless and only liked the smell of misty rain. I just wanted to hold a heavy pen, and I just wanted to fill my life with books. Even I thought having these things was a lifetime, and there was nothing else from then on. Who knows, the years can't stand the passage and can't help but reverse. My pen and my heart are no longer as light as incense. The smell of dust lingers, the smell of oil smoke can't be erased, and life begins to have a secular taste. On such a day, my body has become a slave to life, and my body and mind are indifferent. How can my eyes see the bright moonlight? After that, they will only become blurred.
The road ahead, the choice under your feet. I don't know whether to turn left or right. Although both of them are moving forward, I am confused about the direction. I never want to go back, so I don't know whether to leave my sadness or my parting. My choice may be just for life, and my departure is just for the beginning. In the next rainy season, I don't know when we will meet again. I don't know in what year, whether you and I will remain the same tomorrow, only time will know.
Traces of passing are scars of memory. If you uncover it, it will increase the pain. If you don't uncover it, it will disappear. In the corner of life, we are all floating clouds. You can't be polite even if it's what you want. Why hurt yourself? Why feel sorry for yourself.
Tomorrow is like a dream. Only when we have it will we know what happened. I don't want to dream, and I don't want the noise of the world to replace my loneliness. I just want to see you next time. We are all protagonists, living only for ourselves.
Every search, just to prove their existence.
Prose appreciation "Legend" 2 I closed my eyes, leaned back in my chair, lingering in my ears, and bathed my soul with this saxophone "Legend". Outside the window, the lights are brightly lit, and the dark night is covered with another charm. But I was in the room, and the moment I closed my eyes, I shut these voices out of my heart. The whole body and mind are floating and sinking in such music.
The first time I heard this song, Faye Wong sang it at the Spring Festival party. At that time, I fell in love at once, because of Faye Wong's sounds of nature and lyrics that touched my heart. But the further obsession with the legend is to listen to its interpretation with saxophone.
I don't know anything about saxophone, but those famous songs played by saxophone left a deep impression on me. When I first heard this "Legend" played on saxophone, my heart seemed to condense into an ice sculpture and held my breath, as if all the light in my eyes had been absorbed and intoxicated by the sound. Ear, saxophone is high and low, with short duration, and euphemistic voice flows slowly when it is affectionate. Those lyrics also climbed up my heart like vines. I clearly felt a world of mortals encounter, so the affectionate confession slowly spread out and a deep yearning poured in. I close my eyes, I can't know how the player feels when playing a song, but I think he should close his eyes, too. Listening quietly can really touch your heart. It seems that it can bring you into a situation more than real singing.
I was surrounded by such deep affection, and I fell into a yearning. Deep in the heart lake, a line of sleeping seagulls was awakened.
That year, Na Yue, the man, galloped on horseback. At the moment of looking back and smiling, the wind on the stranger became warmer. Since then, a miss has been quietly folded and hidden in the arms of the cloud. I stood like a tree, standing by the happy roadside, watching silently.
I am thinking quietly, and any lingering thoughts overflow my heartstrings. Wandering alone in this yearning, there will be a shallow sadness in my heart, but the happiness and joy at the top of my heart will dilute these feelings. When it is windy, when flowers bloom, when it rains, and even when there are stars all over the sky, I will silently care and bless in my heart. Although sometimes the other person doesn't know, someone has lived in my heart. You will laugh when you think about it, and you will feel a warm current when you think about it. I often think that this is a better legend than fairy tales.
Walking on the road of the world of mortals, deep and shallow fate stories are staged every day, some are joys and sorrows, and some are leisurely feelings, all of which are singing. Just because, we long for loneliness to be surrounded by a kind of warmth, for a pair of eyes to pay close attention, and for a kind of spiritual food to wash away the burden of life. However, many times, we feel the distance, and we can only long for, appreciate, watch and even miss it. So I know that looking at it quietly is sometimes a kind of sweet happiness. Approaching is not necessarily wonderful.
I am a person who likes to picture spring in my mind. I think, the scenery is pleasant, but after a short period of stunning, who can hold this incense? Perhaps, I am a little too pessimistic and absolute, but I walk in the spring of my mind with my own attitude, singing and dancing quietly, and holding incense in my arms shallowly, which makes me feel the distance and continuous intoxication of Dimfragrance. I like to stand as far as a tree. I like this quiet imagination, immersed in the legend of saxophone playing, gently touching this softness without the traction of singing, and dancing in a yearning. At this time, a beautiful gaze is slowly sliding in my heart.
I often think of Jin Lai. He loved Lin all his life and never married, but he always stood ten feet away from Lin, quietly enjoying and deeply loving him.
Many possible stories sometimes don't have to happen. These are legends that live in my heart.
Prose Appreciation Legend 3 A poor mother raised an excellent son. There are extraordinary stories and the most touching experiences.
1On July 28th, 1997, An Jinpeng, a senior three student from Tianjin No.1 Middle School, won the gold medal in the 38th International Olympic Mathematics Competition held in Argentina. When we went to the countryside of Wuqing County, Tianjin to interview this 19-year-old boy, this simple rural boy told us the story of his mother feeding him almost word for word:
Can't let the word "poor" delay the baby's future.
1September 5, 997, it was the day when I left home to report to the Mathematics Institute of Peking University. Early in the morning, cooking smoke rose from my shabby farmhouse, and my mother was helping me make noodles. My mother bought this flour from her neighbor with five eggs.
Holding the bowl, I cried. I put down my chopsticks and knelt on the ground, tears streaming down my face. ...
My home is in Dayoufa Village, Wuqing County, Tianjin. I have the best mother in the world. She is 47 years old and her name is Li Yanxia.
My family is too poor. When I was born, grandma fell ill on the kang. At the age of 4, grandpa suffered from bronchial asthma, hemiplegia, and the debts owed by his family increased year by year.
When I was seven, I went to school. My mother borrowed my tuition. But I found that since I went to school, my mother didn't like sitting next to me and watching me study. After a long time, I understand that the more sensible I am, the sadder she is, so she no longer watches me do my homework with a pencil point tied with a stick.
However, my mother has her moments of happiness. Whether it's a big exam or a small exam at school, I can always be among the best, and I always get full marks in math. With my mother's encouragement, the more I learn, the happier I am. I really don't know what is happier than reading.
1June, 994, I was admitted to the famous Tianjin No.1 Middle School, and I ran home ecstatic. But I didn't expect that when I told my family the good news, their faces would be covered with sad clouds.
At night, I heard a quarrel outside the house. It turned out that my mother wanted to sell the donkey that had just been pregnant with a pony at home so that I could go to school, but my father insisted on different things. Their words were heard by the seriously ill grandfather, who left the WTO in a hurry forever.
After grandpa was buried, the family owed thousands of dollars. I won't say anything about studying. I folded the admission notice and stuffed it into the pillowcase, and began to help my mother work in the fields every day. Two days later, my father and I found the little donkey missing at the same time. Dad asked his mother with a livid face; "Did you sell the donkey? When selling crops and grain in the future, will you push them with your hands and carry them on your shoulders? Can you sell donkeys for Jin Peng for a semester or two? "
That day, my mother cried! She shouted at her father in a fierce voice, "What's wrong with children going to school? Jin Peng No.1 Middle School is the only one in Wuqing County. You can't let poor words delay your baby's future! Even if I push it with my hands and carry it on my shoulders, I will let him learn ... "
The autumn after I was listed in No.1 Middle School, I went home to get my winter clothes. My father, weighing 80 kilograms, is sallow and emaciated, lying on the kang. Dad has intestinal polyps, and the doctor asked him to have an operation as soon as possible. Mom wants to borrow money again, but dad refuses to live or die. He said that all his relatives and friends borrowed it, but who can lend it to me again?
That day, my neighbor also told me that my mother finished the harvest in a primitive and tragic way. She doesn't have enough strength to pick wheat and thresh in the yard, and she doesn't have the money to hire someone to use a thresher. She made them one by one, then dragged them home with a trolley, then spread a plastic cloth in my yard at night, and then beat them on the big stones with both hands ... She cut 3 acres of wheat by herself, so tired that her knees were bleeding.
Before my neighbor finished, I ran home and cried, "Mom, I don't want to study …" Mom knows that you are the hardest-working child. My mother finally drove me back to school, and my father borrowed money for surgery, but the debt at home was 25,000 yuan! Then, my mother has a way to make me feel at ease reading.
In order not to let me go hungry, my mother takes 10 Duoli Road Wholesale 10 Jin instant noodle dregs to my school every month. At the end of every month, my mother always walks 10 miles to Dashahe Township Station with a bulging noodle bag and comes to Tianjin to see me by bus. In addition to instant noodle residue, there is also waste paper my mother asked for from a printing factory in Anping Town, 6 miles away-that is the draft paper I used to do calculus; And a big bottle of soy sauce and salted mustard. ...
I am the only student in Tianjin No.1 Middle School who can't even afford vegetarian food. I can only buy two steamed buns at a time. But I have never felt inferior. I have always felt that my mother is a hero who struggles with suffering and bad luck. It is my great honor to be her son! (continued)
When I first entered Tianjin No.1 Middle School, my first English class shocked me! The teacher's fluent spoken English and the students' skillful cooperation make me feel that the gap is too big. That's not the English I heard in the country middle school at all. When my mother came to send me money, I told her that I was afraid I couldn't keep up with English. Unexpectedly, she smiled and replied, "Mom only knows that you are the most hardworking child, and she doesn't like to hear you say it is difficult, because it is not difficult for you to suffer."
I remembered my mother's words. I have a stutter. Someone told me that to learn English well, you must first make your tongue listen to yourself. So I picked up a stone in my mouth and began to recite English texts desperately. Tongue and stone are ground together, and sometimes blood flows from the corners of the mouth. Half a year has passed. Xiaoshi rounded off and didn't make the top three in English.
1995 reported to the preparatory class of Tianjin No.1 Middle School Olympic Sports School, taking physics and mathematics as elective courses. A year later, I participated in the Tianjin Division of the National Olympic Knowledge Competition for the first time and won the first prize in physics and the second prize in mathematics. I will go to Hangzhou to participate in the National Physics Olympiad on behalf of Tianjin.
Give my mother a national first prize, and then represent China in the World Physics Olympiad! Who knows, my wish came to nothing after the results were announced! I only won the second prize. Although this is the best result among Tianjin players. I want to repay my hard-working mother. This achievement is too light!
Mom, your son succeeded.
1997 65438+ 10 I won the first place in the national mathematical Olympics with full marks and was successfully selected into the national training team. During the one-month training, I won the first place in the total score of 10 exam.
I haven't seen my mother for half a year to prepare for the Olympic Games in these two subjects. I hurried to the post office to give my mother good news; "Mom, among the six players selected for the national team, only your son is an out-and-out farmer's child. It is the first time that he has been selected for the National Mathematical Olympics, and he still has full marks! ……"
When I returned to Tianjin to prepare for the Argentine International Mathematical Olympics, I received a note from 200 yuan Qian and my mother, which was entrusted to me by my classmates: "Mom is proud of you. Be modest and win glory for the country! " Holding this "huge sum" and the note, I cried.
According to the regulations, I have to take care of the registration fee and clothing fee for going to Argentina to participate in the competition. That day, I was chatting with my classmates, and the head teacher and math teacher came. They were commissioned by the school to check my preparation. When they saw that I was still wearing clothes of different colors and sizes changed by my kind teachers and classmates, they opened my locker to help me choose clothes. The head teacher pointed to my cotton-padded jacket with two sleeves and three inches long, and those patched undershirts and vests and said, "Jin Peng, are these all your clothes?"? ……! "He began to cry. I was at a loss and said, "Teacher, I am not afraid of being ashamed." My mother told me that she heard an old gentleman in the village say,' My mind is full of poems and books'! "
In the end, my clothing expenses for going abroad were solved by Tianjin No.1 Middle School. Full of gratitude, I flew to Valde Rama, a coastal city in Argentina, on July 25th. 1997.
On July 27th, the exam officially began. From 8: 30 in the morning to 2: 00 in the afternoon, we have to do five and a half hours of test questions. The results will be announced at the closing ceremony the next day. First announce the bronze medal winner, then announce the silver medal winner. Finally, the gold medal winner was announced. One, two, and the third is Ann Jin Peng. I cried with joy and silently shouted, "Mom, your son succeeded!" " "
Mom, you are my best mentor.
The news that several other students and I won the gold medal and silver medal in the 38th International Olympic Mathematics Competition was broadcast by china national radio and CCTV that night. On August 1 day, when we returned with honor, China Association for Science and Technology and chinese mathematical society held a grand welcoming ceremony for us in the lounge of the Capital Airport. At this time, I want to go home. I want to see my mother as soon as possible. I want to personally hang a golden gold medal around her neck. ...
In the afternoon 10, I finally returned to my door in the dark.
Mother held me tightly in her arms. Under the starry sky, my mother hugged me so tightly ... I took out the gold medal and hung it around her neck, crying happily!
On August 12, the auditorium of Tianjin No.1 Middle School was packed, and all the teachers and students gathered together to celebrate my winning the Olympic gold medal. My mother, an ordinary peasant woman, is sitting on the rostrum with the leader of the Municipal Education Bureau and a famous math professor in Tianjin. When it was my turn to speak, I didn't have a speech at all, not because I was careless, but because I had so much to say that I couldn't remember it on paper. The other day, I said something like this-
I want to spend my whole life thanking one person, that is, my mother who raised me. She is an ordinary peasant woman, but what she taught me to be a man can inspire me all my life.
I want to buy a Chinese-English dictionary to learn English when I am a freshman. Mother had no money in her pocket, but she promised to find a way. After breakfast, my mother borrowed a shelf car, loaded a car with cabbage, and dragged it with me to the county seat forty miles away to sell. It was almost noon when we arrived at the county seat. My mother and I only drank two bowls of sweet potato and corn porridge in the morning, and we were hungry. I can't wait for a buyer to take the food away at once, but my mother still bargains patiently with the buyer. After several repetitions, she finally clinched the deal at a price of ten cents a catty. 2 10 Jin of Chinese cabbage costs 2/kloc-0 yuan, but the buyer only gave it to 20 yuan. I want to eat first if I have money, but my mother says I'd better buy books first. This is today's thing.
We went to the bookstore to ask the book price, which was eighteen dollars and twenty-five cents. After buying the book, there was only one dollar and seventy-five cents left. But my mother only gave me 75 cents change to buy two sesame cakes, saying that the remaining one yuan should be kept for my school flower. Although I ate two sesame cakes, my mother and I were already hungry when we walked home for more than forty miles. Then I remembered that I forgot to make sesame cakes for my mother. She was hungry all day and pulled me 80 miles! I regret it so much that I really want to slap myself in the face, but my mother said to me while pulling the car, "My mother didn't have much education, but my mother remembers Gorky's sentence that my teacher read when I was a child-poverty is the best university!" If you can pass the exam of this school, then the universities in Tianjin and Beijing will be tested by you! "My mother didn't look at me when she said this. She looked at the dirt road in the distance, as if it could really lead to Tianjin and Beijing. I feel not hungry and my legs are not sore. ...
If poverty is the best university, I would say that my peasant mother is the best tutor in my life. ...
I don't know how many pairs of eyes are wet under the stage I turned around and bowed deeply to my mother with gray temples. ...
Prose appreciation "Legend" 4 Outside the window, the sound of rain bursts, sometimes slow and sometimes urgent. The beating of the voice and the singing of Legend in the computer make the already soft heart rise again with unwarranted worries.
In front of the independent window, I looked intently at the distance: misty rain and fog woven my sad eyes, silent willow branches drooped under the impact of raindrops, and large dark clouds curled up among the mountains. What can I think of in the face of such a scene? The fog of cigarettes permeates the fingertips, and the blurred eyes float back to the distant past. ...
In the hazy rain and fog, I seem to see that old smelly boy running on the muddy road with bare arms and a vest on his head; I saw that in the drizzling spring, Yaya and her mother tore at the helplessness of not wanting to return to the city and shouted for their brother; I saw that smelly boy chasing the bus away in tears. ...
As time goes by, there is no intention to stay. Today, we are separated, it is hard to say goodbye to each other, but we care about each other.
The long river of years has diluted the past of those childhood, and unremitting struggle has interpreted their different lives. The smiling faces of childhood are all over the mountains. Will a quick glance after many years make their hearts tremble? It's different. On the trajectory, is it possible to intersect? Perhaps, it is this unintentional forgetting that makes the future a legend.
Just because I took one more look at you in the crowd, I will never forget your face.
What does that look like? Do you know how many years of sculpture expectations have been condensed in that eye? Do you know how many times he walked between reality and virtual for your familiar eyes?
Dreaming of an accidental reunion one day, I began to miss it alone.
In a snowy season, the long-lost brother and sister actually "met" in this boundless network. That kind of affirmation, that kind of tacit understanding, that kind of familiar feeling makes it difficult to calm down. Only from that rational style and persistent personality can the past and reality be combined instantly.
In our busy career and life, we cherish and care for each other and share each other's happiness and sadness. Under the same blue sky, both sides of the sea, regardless of each other, have the same heart. There are also long nights of whispering, dreaming, sharing and encouraging each other. In this world, legends reappear and warmth lasts forever.
There was a storm yesterday, but today there are flowers everywhere. Life is full of tears and strength. I have experienced the hesitation and challenge of right and wrong, and tomorrow will be a bright dawn. Flowers soaked in rain and dew will bloom on every flat roadside you walk. ...
I'd rather believe that we had an appointment in a previous life.
The love story of this life will never change.
I would rather spend my whole life waiting for you to find out.
I'm always by your side.
Never go far. ...
It's raining, and the legend continues ...
Prose appreciation "Legend" 5 dreams, illusory, like a thin yarn, soft and quiet, gently floating in the dream!
Dream, exquisite illusion, like a thick fog, layer upon layer, looming in fantasy!
Dream, lingering, like a sweet love, very much in love, at night, flowers before the moon!
Dream, ups and downs, like a mottled past, bumpy, in the heart, branded with a deep imprint!
Dreams, swaying, are like a canoe, drifting in the river!
Dream, mystery, like a sensational movie, in an instant, in the picture, the truth surfaced!
Dreamlike, graceful, like a dancing woman, with outstanding charm, on the stage, there are many kinds of customs!
Dreams, sweet dreams and dreams, like illusions in life, create mysterious passion; Another example is the beautiful vision in life, which gives the mind relaxation, stability and satisfaction!
Life without dreams is boring, boring and blank; Life with dreams is rich, beautiful and colorful!
Miss a person, miss a person, love a person, but miss having it because of all kinds of secularity. Each other's shadows left deep marks in our hearts, bitter taste and sour thoughts condensed into a rope in our hearts, so melancholy came to our hearts. Put this love, the person you miss, in the dream, meet in the dream, whisper in the dream, pour out in the dream, complete your dream, live your real life, without interruption and zero harm. Quietly placed, just for the comfort of the soul, so, isn't it perfect?
The days we are attached to are unforgettable memories, ethereal and profound connotations, dreams that persist in chasing, and smiling faces that bloom like flowers in dreams. Every time we face it silently, we are willing to be blurred like a dream, drunk at dawn and drunk at dusk. ...
Beautiful October, a happy and quiet world, the sunshine is still the same, the breeze is still the same, I hope that the beautiful time will stop like this, bringing us joy and encouragement, bringing us warmth and peace. In this intoxicating season, I am infatuated with the rich and cool taste of osmanthus fragrance, the feeling of countless fruits hanging on the treetops, and the satisfaction of hard work and heavy harvest.
In the hustle and bustle of the city, find a quiet night of your own, soft moonlight, twinkling stars, slow night breeze, beautiful scenery and the most authentic strings in your heart. I want to reach out and hug like a dream. Moonlight's quiet smile flows through my fingers and fills my face with rosy clouds. Moonlight flashes in my eyes and jumps in the flickering light and shadow, as light as a shadow.
Dreams, floating in front of my eyes ...
That distant memory is clear and vague, vague and hazy. Just because I took one more look at you in the crowd, I can never forget your face, dreaming of an accidental reunion one day, and I began to miss you alone.
You, floating from a dream, sent a gentle, moonlight-like figure flowing in the wind, lighting up a little star in the night sky, lingering quietly and beautifully in my heart, unable to wrap the overflowing feelings.
Drunk, drunk in a dream; Smile and snuggle in your arms; Dream, repeatedly addicted to this legend!
I always like to lean against the window, thinking about going far away and wrapping my thoughts in the softest place in my heart. Sometimes I sigh. Long years, dreamlike life, fleeting days, old face, can I still remember that innocent heart?
I like to find a quiet and warm feeling in poetic words, one article at a time, one sentence at a time, reading gently, infatuated.
I like to draw a water-like mountain in the moonlight, quietly guarding a peace of mind, standing in front of the window, looking up at the starry sky, like a bright diamond embedded in the dreamy night sky.
I like to listen to the sound of the moon kissing petals. I fell asleep sweetly under the gentle touch of moonlight. In my dream, I smiled, as pure as a twinkling star and as happy as a shy little bride wearing a red veil. ...
Dream, once again interpret the legend of you and me!
Prose appreciation "Legend" 6 ended the day's study, and Xiaomei and I walked side by side in the winding path among the green trees.
On the night of early spring, the cool breeze is blowing gently, and the dim and soft light is quietly sprinkled on two long shadows.
That night, I chose to listen quietly.
This is a grand award ceremony. Excitement and joy melted into the flowers and filled the whole classroom. As the younger sister of etiquette, she smiled in a red robe. She didn't know that at that moment, he had been deeply immersed in her simple and shy atmosphere. At that time, he had just left the campus and entered the job.
Many times, in his dreams, her smile was like a peach blossom in March, clear and light, and the lingering fragrance invaded his heart and soul ... After some deliberation, he made the final decision. Since then, he has found one more thing in his life. Every night, regardless of fatigue, he takes a book, goes to school by bus and starts his student life again. He sat at the end of the classroom, one after another, looking for it day by day. ......
The ending was like a fairy tale, and the prince found his princess-six months later. However, reality is reality after all. In order not to affect Xiaomei's study, they only meet once a week. He told her the emptiness and reality of society, and she told him the beauty and bitterness of the school. He gave her sureness and security, and she gave him simplicity and indifference. ......
However, there is a deep ditch between them. He knows, and so does she.
He chose her, which means he chose to wait, three years? Five years? Or longer.
She chose him, which means she chose commitment. College time is not halfway, and the rest of the journey is endless.
However, he still took her hand and said firmly: Don't give up easily!
Yes, I met her legend that night.
At first, I paid attention to Xiaomei because of her enthusiasm for learning. She changed from law to clinical, and studied for two years a year. However, in the face of such great pressure, her steps are still light and calm. Handsome face, tall figure, a trace of pure beauty in maturity. She, for him, is like a spring breeze, which opens his season's glory. For me, it is like a well-bound book, and I can't bear to leave it in the bookcase for a long time and forget it at will. I just want to hold her in my arms, read her quietly and seriously, read her tenacity and read her happiness.
In the journey of life, the years are always quiet.
Who is holding a pious heart in the starry sky at night?
Under the street lamp, the long beautiful image gradually opened its arms. ......