Calm down and count the white clouds, do not want to see the sadness of the prose, always skipped the sensitive title, like sheep met the wolf, fell into the wilderness and fled. Like individual text, the title is not intentional, bland and surprising, after the point of opening but there is a clear and absolute flavor, and even some chic, but also not alternative, written with the pen. Like not deliberate, so loose, such as a brush white plum blossom, delicate and elegant, even if some scribbles, charm is not reduced.
Lone world independent look, not all depressed, some proud, some free, a style of writing, not people cloud, not self-righteous. Art in the world of everyone's character is different, not necessarily the same words, because like, so not however, because do not love, so lingering in her place, because not willing, so painting the ground weaving brocade, no matter what, there are favorite red, and a group of confidantes, from other people's efforts to see their own, to achieve their own, to see the present and the unknown future, the joy of the cherished, the comprehension of the touched, the snowy white field.
Not accustomed to too much reality, prose or ancient poetry, some favor water out of the hibiscus, always thought that this is a famous masters to say the words, like I seem to be some blasphemy of these words, because the general public will find it too difficult to do, like Song poetry, this can not be into the poetry of nothing, it is not free of pomposity, but all the strength of the poets are fully qualified to do. As for the large number of people who opposed Huang Tingjian's advocacy, it is not unreasonable, because it is really a bit difficult to write good poems, and this method will also mislead others to take shortcuts. Beginners should start from the practical point of view, the refining of the word is important, step by step, as for what genre do not have to put in mind, start and finish can be achieved.
I remember a famous writer said, the chapter of prose is not
particularly important, you can not understand, but also to read more and write some, slowly will achieve the effect of surprise, as unintentional poke in the mud and grow a stick in the shade, as long as your heart has not always changed, go with the flow of the boat. Appreciate the exquisite prose, those impeccable passages, so that people read in awe and worship, think of their value is difficult to surpass, which is the reason why some literary poets are loved by readers.
The reason why people are happy, is to know how to meet, in the present realistic, perhaps I am that heaven and earth free flying sand gulls, there are day and night, happily looking for food, just to be able to fly farther, perched on a beautiful beach, bathing gradually lost a touch of sunshine, positive choice to fail.
Dusk comes, white clouds or white clouds, you are still you, even if the years slip away to be sure that everything has not been changed by the years, the world poetic flourish, this a broken chapter will continue, this season of spring and autumn back and forth still have its meaning, this piece of chicken soup for the soul or not, out of the world into the world of enlightenment or not, we are still on the track to grind, still looking for that small piece of leaf that carries the life, just hope that one day In front of your eyes and mine green, tell yourself that this walk will not live up to the years will be enough. The bright moon decorates your window, and you decorate other people's dreams.
Because of this poem, you and I have become friends from the bewildered passers-by who never knew each other. It turns out that you have been downstairs, I have been upstairs, I always habitually like to look down, perhaps you countless times appeared in my line of sight, but I have never noticed.
Since the acquaintance, since I realized your existence, my line of sight is only left with the trace of you.
Warm winter thank you for giving me a warm embrace, thank you, my eyes reappeared in the world. Will you bless me in which corner of the world? I will surely bless that you who do not know in which corner of the world!
The shortness of the encounter is not the reason for the time, even if you can not meet, even if there is no opportunity, but still can not ignore my existence. After all, once was my unwillingness to give up the desire. I have fought over and over again, fantasized over and over again, and even counted again and again. By chance, or maybe just by chance, chance has always gone ahead of my plans. I don't know what it's all for, is it all supposed to be an arranged course. What if I wanted to go against it? I just want to keep it under control.
Without reason, without hope, I still fantasize. Without reality, without meeting, I still stay. When will you stop in your tracks and look at the silhouette behind you. You may just see my departing figure, you see my determination, why won't you see me holding on again and again.
A sentence decided our relationship, a sentence decided to leave. Maybe after a long time, then everything is scattered. Secretly crying, secretly will be in the heart of the bitterness into a page of acacia. I've watched the moon in all seasons, and I've waited for the moon to come up, because only at night can I stop all the busyness quietly. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money.
The scenery on the bridge can be good, and you can not see the figure upstairs. The bright moon in your window, I can only look at the end of the sky **** existed in the moon. The moonlight is like water, the night is bleak, and the day-to-day appreciation is also this kind of light.
Broken Chapter Prose Essay 3I happened to raise my head when she flung her long waterfall-like hair.
It seemed to be on one of those early spring mornings when the ground was green everywhere and the wind was blowing from all directions. The sunlight immediately smeared a moist red on her cheeks as my eyes reached out to catch her gently with unseen slender feet. I was sure I smelled flowers then.
A wild cat from nowhere walked slowly past me into the bamboo garden surrounded by a fence in front of the dormitory building.
I was sure she was coming.
I don't know when I started to hate moonlight. When the infinite darkness of the night floats, and only the evening breeze listens to our whispers, it is then that heaven and earth become extraordinarily cozy.
"Give me your hand." I said.
That hand is not really considered soft. But, taking it, one could touch a marvelous heartbeat.
The small lake slept quietly under the starlight. In its embrace, the male frog sings a love song obliviously.
"Listen to what they say when they court." I said.
She then obediently snuggled into my chest. The scent of her hair couldn't help but intoxicate me.
So she kissed me y. In the hazy moonlight, she closed her eyes tightly, so greedy.
It was already late. The flickering firelight from the bursting candles made our shadows long. The sound of rustling rain began to come from outside. The wetness penetrated the window pane and seeped into our hearts.
She still sat on the edge of my bed without a word.
The candlelight gradually dimmed, and the sound of rain gradually strengthened. So my mind gradually drifted away, leaving only the chill of the rain and the warmth of the fire.
The wind was rising.
The weak light suddenly jumped up. In that instant, the fire overflowed and spread across the table.
There was no poetry in the night. I thought I heard the low, shallow purring of a wildcat.
In Jianhu, I generally complete my daily life with the help of three roads. The three most important roads that make up my daily life are Huiwen Road, Renmin Road, and Tanghexi Road.
Huiwen Road is one of the most humanistic old roads in Jianhu County. This road has an elementary school, middle school, a vocational high school where I worked, and I often go to the library and the stadium. Most of the houses on both sides of the road are old. Every corner of the house and every step here may hide a good story. My home is in the middle part of this road.
I have always felt that health and wisdom are the two most important assets in life. That's why my contact with the library and the stadium on this road is particularly frequent.
Every morning after I get up and finish all the trivial chores, I go to the stadium. The stadium has some history. It was there when I was in elementary school, but it's even better now than it was in the past. The Italian aspens on the west side are about to grow into a forest, and the air blowing over the field seems to contain a lot of oxygen, and it is as gentle as the wind blowing over the countryside, so people can't help but inhale a few mouthfuls of it. I have always thought that this small green space is the most suitable for practicing yoga. However, there are quite a few old people playing Tai Chi here, one move after another in a flowing stream, together with the background of the green woods, making me believe that time can also stand still. The east side also added a lot of fitness equipment, playing ball, running, doing fitness on the fitness equipment, the popularity is extremely strong.
I remember when I was just working, I especially like to go to the stadium with good friends, talk about life, talk about ideals, or just sit stupidly and watch the clouds roll in, and I don't want to do anything. The mood at that time was as blue, light and clean as the sky, which I still miss y.
Every weekend I will spend half a day to go to the library to sit on a seat, which has become a habit of mine for many years. On the shelves to find some of the latest fashion magazines to read easily or find a pure literary magazine quietly taste. When I can't study my specialty at home, I take my books to the library. The lighting in the library is excellent, and after a few years of remodeling, the mood for reading or studying is a little more sunny. Now that I have a reading buddy like my daughter, reading in the library has become a way of parenting.
In addition to rest days, every day, from south to north, I always walk through the most quiet Tanghexi Road, about ten minutes later, completed a home to the unit of the journey.
This is a road away from the hustle and bustle of the world, the side of the river is a wide and long Xitang Riverside Sightseeing Belt, planted with camphor, osmanthus, ginkgo and other trees; there are also many well-known or unknown flowers; there are pavilions made of bamboo, European-style iron benches, and colorful sculptures, green grass, hemp stone paved paths. This is a scenic postcard of Jianhu to the outside world. It also has a louder name: the Bund.
About ten years ago, the current Xitang Riverside Sightseeing Belt, or an old street in Jianhu. Irregular narrow streets, dilapidated houses on both sides, houses put in front of some people's life sundries, every time you pass, walking speed is much greater than the speed of cycling, so people frowned. After a major urban renewal, it glows with another kind of introverted quiet beauty, natural to carve, clear water out of hibiscus.
Often, I am not a too pure modern woman, character has a lazy tranquil component, like plants, has a deep rural complex, from clothes to shoes to the bag are cotton, and nature's infinite proximity is my deepest happiness. Every day when I walk on Tonghexi Road, I imagine it as a small expedition, full of exploration and joy for the unknowable streetscape. There is inner peace in walking such a path and feeling the change of seasons. The Bible says that the most important thing for a woman is not a beautiful braid or dress, but a quiet mind. I love and enjoy this state of mind.
In springtime, all the leaves are so green that they almost jump. Sunshine and breeze, endless pouring and penetration; summer heat, the cicadas, stepping on the fine tree shadow, all the way to ride slowly also feel refreshed; every autumn, both sides of the tree is full of fine broken flowers, light sweet fragrance, subtle issued, the whole small town and passers-by heart are dyed incense; winter, evergreen holly trees are still proudly green, to our hearts injected with the vitality of life! ......
People's Road is the county's busiest road, there are all kinds of stores on both sides of the store, boutiques sophisticated decoration has become a unique landscape of the people's road. However, my favorite part of this road is the Civic Square, which is the first square in the county, open and far away.
Early in the morning, this is the world of the elderly, playing the sword, dancing fan dance, and some of the elderly with birds to walk birds. This is the beginning of a new day for them. Take off the cloth cover on the bird cages and let the sunshine pour onto the birds like fresh flowing water. The old people gathered together and chatted ramblingly, from small things like Zhang's parents to big things like national politics and world peace. Birds' voices, flowers' fragrance, and people's joy. At that moment, white clouds drifted by, and the world was peaceful. At night, under the street lamps in the square, there were people walking in twos and threes; on the stone benches in the green area of the open square, there were young couples talking happily, as if I heard them murmuring happiness and sweetness; beside the fountain sprinkled with moonlight, there were many children who came with adults to skateboarding and ice skating, and the children's nature was greatly released in the vast expanse of heaven and earth. I heard the children's laughter from the heart, and with a little wild ......
These are the three most intimate roads in my life, it is my life for more than thirty years of small town epitome. Small town for me, can be said to be gracious. She gave me a healthy life, gave me a rich sensitive and kind heart. Her quiet, modest, to me is always a kind of invisible nourishment, so that I always have a naive and pure love for life.
Here are my parents, relatives, friends, children, she makes me satisfied with life. Some people say that the place where the mind sleeps is the hometown. This small town where I live is the hometown of my mind.
Broken Chapter Prose Essay 5
First, the time pen and ink
(a) childhood
Childhood paper airplanes kept turning, at that moment, my eyes were a little wet, life a simple and bright rhythm knocking, I do not know when I like to stand under the sun, look at the children's bright eyes, which can be a pure human heart, but one day, but one day, they will also be eyes gray and walk with a hobbled step.
(2) Teenagers and literary style
Teenagers are a bright and dazzling aperture, passionate and easy to be burned, teenage style of writing, but also present its characteristics, sentimental, or as the wind on the river as fresh, stained with very little smoke and fire.
With the increase in years, the style of writing becomes heavy and living, there is a penetrating history of the vicissitudes. The flowers, plants, insects and fish, mountains, rivers, birds and animals can all be written, the style of writing atmosphere and precipitation. Often, one sentence and one word can tell the philosophy of life. This is the inspiration given by life.
Second, exploration and pursuit
(a) strange
Strangeness always gives people a sense of security. Because, to be unfamiliar is to empty your past, to go back to the beginning again, it will no longer use the usual thinking, to talk about your past. The past is gone in this moment. And your life, from now on, has only begun to depart. The future is light, the moon is bright, your heart is as clear as a mirror, and this is the yearning of strangers and strange places, always a young and chasing heart for the future, the midpoint in the long distance of life. The conditions of strangeness must not be too close or too far, must not be like the flowers in the moon in the mirror, must not be seen through the autumn water, and must not be within reach. Unbiased, not left, not right, there is a sense of restrained distance, between people, if too close and delicate, usually the beginning of deterioration.
(B) the old city
Always thought that the old city is suitable for a person or two people who understand it to read carefully. Precisely because of its rich cultural connotation and humanistic spirit. To understand it, before the trip to do a lot of homework, after the trip to organize a period of thought, a spiritual communication, the ins and outs of it, and once again to sort out its fine grain.
The ancient city across the years, it is strange, the ancient city once existed, it is familiar, like all the exploration in general, came to a city, feel another way of life, out of the original has been familiar with their own lives, with the way of exploring and searching, to prove their existence. The ancient city is in the spiritual and cultural inheritance of generations of people, to continue life.
Third, the flower of the soul
(a) waiting
Waiting for a long time of suffering, is the end of the phone hang up after the soft sigh, is watching the clock keep speeding, but the heart is in the same place of the sadness, is always accompanied by silent silence, in the air condensed into ice, is not aware of the silence will be issued at which moment, but at which moment to stop, and suddenly at what time to extrude from the mouth of the incomprehensible letters. of unintelligible letters. It is the melancholy of guessing, the apprehension and elation of always looking forward to meeting at the next corner. It is the relaxation of watching the birds return to their nests and the tired birds return home. However, you find that the people across the flower is far away from the end of the world, the curtain is no heavy number of the end of the world.
Waiting, is to see the moon climb up and then fall down, waiting, is not all over the thousand sails, leaving only the oblique sunlight pulse, leaving only the long thoughts, leaving only the leaves of the flatboat in the past, looking forward to, but can not find the back of your back, a sigh and then sigh, wait and wait, waiting for the red haze in the sky, waiting for the sunrise, waiting for the sun set, and waiting for the smiling face of your return home.
(B) grief
Grief, that is, a person's heart has been broken into a thousand pieces, but is not willing to easily open the door of the heart, which allows the virus of injury, wantonly devouring every cell of happiness, but not willing to easily banish it. It becomes its captive, but is not willing to easily bind, they are engaged in a tug-of-war between them, if you can rely on your own heart to overcome it, your understanding of life, and will rise to a new level. And what was once sorrowful becomes so beautiful. The process of life is full of countless robberies, and if you can't escape from them, you might as well welcome them with open arms. Having said that, those who are in them may have to go through both physical and mental torture. Then you can get a kind of rebirth, and after the rebirth, you will find that the heart began to become incredibly tough and broad.
(C) Death
Death, a solemn and solemn thing, it is from the initial fear to awe, it takes a long process, it represents the end of a person's life, the fall of a star, the end of a journey, the end of a story, the end of the journey of exploration of life. Experiencing the death of a family member is better than gaining a deeper understanding of relationships and life. Life is sometimes heavy, sometimes light, sometimes honorable, sometimes humble, sometimes serious, sometimes casual, sometimes calm, sometimes walking on thin ice, sometimes careful, sometimes trembling.
broken chapter prose essays 6[a]
It was the sky is very blue, the clouds are very white, the air is very fresh 'fall.
Everything has traveled through spring, through the summer, gradually matured into a full orange and yellow, those deep underpinnings floating in the wind, telling a kind of deep after the vicissitudes of life. Those leaves fluttering in the wind, are tramping on the road of reincarnation, but also a faction of peace.
Often in the routine, calm as the windless lake life, lose themselves, people have become lazy, no vitality, not to mention passion. So, I hope to be able to break that silence one day, flying out of the detention of their own mind castle, flying out of those who are too enthusiastic attention, to find a real peace and freedom.
I don't want to sit at home in this season of wind and water. I have been sitting at home, once in my mind planning an aimless "walk" to taste another way of life. However, it takes courage and a lot of time to break the peaceful life and seek a walk without a return date. The lack of preparation, I delayed the first step of the "storm walk", until this fall, all the physical and mental preparations are as ripe as the autumn fruit.
So, in the early morning departure, a person, wearing a set of pure white cotton leisure suit, a pair of white sneakers, a beige cap, pull up the hair bun, back a canvas backpack, turn off the phone, fly to a very, very far away outside of Lhasa, away from the hustle and bustle, far away from the red dust, and casually and non-stop walking in those who let people remember the scenery.
In those unfamiliar places, looking at those unfamiliar landscapes, but also to the unfamiliar people smile, no one knows me, as I also do not know them, which makes me smile very naturally, but also very at ease.
Lying on the large grass, squinting to see the white clouds low to the dust, but also untainted; see the years from the fingertips slipped, leaving a section of the silhouette can be remembered, swaying in the shore of the flow of years.
And then still start, and then find a strange city, see the strange scenery, and then smile at the strange people, do not ask the way back.
Until one day, I began to miss the peace and quiet of life, the warmth of home, miss the embrace of the family.
[2]
Waiting for the bus at the beginning of the bus, waiting for people one by one, they all have their own things, or eat breakfast, or read the newspaper, or play with the phone, or on the direction of the bus coming to look forward to, or just stood there expressionless, as I did.
There was a strong wind that blew my 80-centimeter-long hair, which clung to the side of my face and shoulders in disarray, and for the first time, I hated it and wanted to cut it.
The wait wasn't too long before the bus arrived, and when it did, it meant a commotion, with those inside rushing to get off and those below rushing to get on. Although there are two doors for the crowds to come and go, the order is still cluttered under the rush of the mind, so that one has to marvel at the number of people in this country.
The car began to move slowly, like an overloaded and weighted old ox, crawling on the fault line of time.
I clutched the rings tightly to keep my balance, and the people in the car could still be categorized into a few series: those who read the newspaper, those who played with their cell phones, those who were expressionless and silent, and those who stared out the window and watched the scenery pass by, just like I did.
The car stops one by one, still in the agitation and chaos, some people on, some people off.
At that time, I sat in the last row of the seat quietly watching. The first time I saw this, I thought, this is the journey of life, right?
We are in the journey of life on this bus, someone accompanied us at the starting point together, but can not accompany us to the end; someone in the middle of the break into our lives, together with some distance, and then left; there are people gently to come, light to we did not find his arrival, and then disappeared; there are also people, engraved into the life, accompanied by me to the end of the line.
The bus closer to the end, people will be much less, get off, I found that in addition to me, there is only one person left. We got off the bus together, and she looked at me with a faint smile, and I returned the same smile to her.
Standing in the terminal, looking back, this life journey. Only when I reached the end, I realized that life is just like this ......
[3]
In the heart, there are often some subconscious, or a kind of phantom idea.
Those subconscious thoughts flash by at a particular time, and after churning the thoughts, they cease to exist.
Although I know that they are not real, I often confuse my real self with my subconscious self. But I also know that these two me, will eventually accompany each other, gaze at each other, step by step, until slowly old age.
Sometimes, when you stay in a crowded city for a long time, your subconscious self thinks about escaping, and you can't hide in the city, but you can hide in the wild. In this world, there will be a day when people want to live a life of simplicity, and at that time, that kind of situation may not be able to find.
I think, will hide themselves in the mountains, living in the water, see the clear dew towards the evening to enjoy the moon, raise a few white rabbits, a few fish, planting a yard of small flowers. In the middle of the flowers put a rocking chair, lying on it, to pendulum speed slowly rocking, the sun shook down, and then shook up ......
Such a thought, so, guarding the seasons, night and day change, a Wang An Ya heart, listen to the valley of the piano, the stream of the strings of music.
In a certain morning, write a full and affectionate letter, tell relatives, friends, where the grass when to let the green filled the sky; where the flowers when to show a bright smile; where the leaves when to dance with the wind fly; where the snow when to direct a clean and pouring city, and also tell them that I have lived a very peaceful, good.
In the imagination, and after writing this remnant of words, I am still the woman who eats, goes to work and sleeps by the rules. I'm still the woman who used to lock herself in a room at night, listening to music, drinking tea, and recounting the years in words.
I will not be hidden in the mountains, will not live a life as pure as water, because, after all, is a mortal son, cut the dust, can not let go of emotion.
So, these ideas are just a flash, that's all.
[Four]
Someone once said to me: your words are full of sadness.
I said: If you are happy enough, you will not feel sad.
Yes, there was a time when I was with the sadness, with the loneliness, and the words I wrote may have a light sadness.
I like to listen to sad music, is because of the self-consciousness of sad things can be more touching, more people can remember. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
So one day I tried to leave the music, only to find myself staring at the snow-white paper for a long time but did not brew a word. It turned out that I couldn't even create a single sad word without music.
I realized that the sadness, but that is the real self, the real heart exposed, there is no need to deliberately avoid, obviously sad, but also to write sunny words, then, the words have lost its own meaning.
Sadness and happiness are the same, are deep inside a perception, I know I can not always sad, as know I will not always happy, they will always be intermingled with each other, inlaid with the appearance of the course of my life.
I would like to open a novel when I am happy, a long, long novel, so long that I need to write a lifetime to finish. I'd like to put myself inside the novel, mix in some of the beauty, and mold a woman. In the happy time to write sweet chapters, in the sad time to write poignant chapters, so, repeatedly.
The woman's fate is in my pen, her joys and sorrows, all with the ebb and flow of my heart, she met or missed by the people in my hands, all from the people I met or missed.
I know that, in the end, I will find that the woman in the novel is really me, and that outside the novel, writing a novel of me, in fact, is fate.
Looking at such a novel is like watching an old movie about yourself, no matter whether you are sad or happy, it is the most real life and yourself.