Prose is a narrative literary genre that expresses the author's true feelings and flexible writing style. The following is the prose I shared with you, welcome to read!
If life is only like the first time to see prose (a):
If life is only like the first time to see, all the past is transformed into a rain in the south of the river, in a smile at each other, with the wind rippling with memories of the ripples, and then gradually fade away in the paintings of the south of the river, only because of your departure, I actually left for you to be amazed, pouring love to hurt feelings.
Time is too hasty, we always can not go back to the past, perhaps had a glimpse of the heart, but the time of goodbye, perhaps, is the time of sadness. If so, in that moment of separation, how I will not let you go, how will not let the time fixed in the beautiful first encounter passed, I only expect that moment can be fixed for ten thousand years.
At first glance, stunning, goodbye still, this is just a perfect wish, look back, before the sea, has long changed the world, and can no longer find the lights at the end of that a touch of pure smile.
If life is only as good as the first time, what is the sad painting screen of the autumn wind? I'd like to change my heart, but I think it's easy to change my heart, and I'd like to be able to say, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry". Nalan long in love, deep in love, express helpless melancholy love, my sadness is not because of love?
If life is only as good as the first time, let that kind of nature, that kind of memories, that kind of sincerity, has always been pervasive in the life, how good it is ah. Why is there a misunderstanding between people, there will be puzzled, there will be speculation and non-sense? Why is there coldness, quarrels and estrangement? The first time I saw this, it was a very good thing that I was able to see it.
The first encounter is a beautiful dream, a beautiful dream and a beautiful poem, are available, often in the most unanticipated moment, in the most unanticipated moment disappeared.
In this should not have my dream, I still look forward to, everything can start again, everything can slowly explain, imagine that can go back to the first encounter when the joy and moved.
In the dream you still
As usual, in front of my eyes, your smile, as that year, that month, that minute, that second, still let me so heart.
Everyone will have a first encounter with the complex, like a cup of water as pure and transparent, transparent contains a happiness called never come back, fleeting, some people desperately want to catch, desperately chasing, but he is still like smoke with the wind, gently passes away and never seen again, the first encounter with the feelings, is a light breeze, too obsessive, they lost themselves, and cause a world of sadness. Let him be free, just leave a trace in the dream, to comfort the heart of the previous desire.
There is a kind of sentiment you will not understand, you can never understand, because it belongs to my own, perhaps you and I just missed a second, has been destined to have missed this life.
Life is only as good as the first sight, the beauty of sadness can only be destined to be fixed in the memory. Maybe one day, turn around and go, leaving a beautiful far away back, the perfect arc, will tell of yesterday's attachment.
If life is only as good as the first time, the eyes of the reluctant to stay in the moment of departure, maybe one day you out of this moment in my dreams. The smile of the city will explain the thoughts of those years.
Life is so, floating life as Ping, meet deep love? The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night! A season of blossoming and falling flowers, the unchanged face, whether there is still an unchanged heart? A fondness for love and death is like a rain of fireworks, but ultimately it is still missing. When we first met, the love is really deep, when we see each other again, there is only a drop of sadness and tears, a touch of sadness and forgetfulness smile. The first time I saw you, I saw you, I saw you, I saw you, I saw you, I saw you, I saw you, I saw you. Come with ......
If life is only like the first time to see prose (2):If life is only like the first time to see, what is the matter of the autumn wind sad melting fan?
I can't wait to change the hearts of the old people, but the hearts of the old people are easy to change.
The night is half over after the speech at Lixi Mountain, and the night rain is not complaining.
How can you be so lucky to have a child in a brocade dress, than to wish for the same day to have a branch?
If life is only like the first time, this life, with whom I have seen the first time? Is the picture fixed in the memory? Life and there are too many regrets, so that people can not be undone to stay, the first encounter everything is so beautiful and stunning, so harmonious and natural, all the time is happy, full of perfect visions of the future, after the wind and rain, all the way to the hearts of the old man is easy to change, the fate of the gathering and dispersal, the past was eventually turned into a wisp of smoke in the dust, and then passed away with the wind!
The world of red dust, how many emotions change easily, chopped liver, that the first sight of the heart, that warmth, that romantic feelings, can no longer withstand the ravages of the wind and rain, such as the autumn leaves, piece by piece, scattered in the red dust on the road, leaving behind a period of past sadness, the previous sincere emotions, like a flash in the pan, only a short-lived beauty, and each other to break up and leave, who will cherish? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it.
Time like a white horse passing by, the fate of the gathering and dispersal, separated from the separation, when a heart in the previous time to get along with the entanglement, the previous picture, the previous touched, can we return to the original point of the encounter? The first sight of life, like the peach blossom open in the spring, always that light emotion, light smile, full of smile, let a person feel that warm, cozy, that beautiful picture just stay in memory, can we use the hand of the years to hold the original emotion, no matter how things change, no matter how the sea and the sea, are still the same as in the beginning, unchanging!
If life is only like the first time, so perfect and calm, how will there be after the wrong emotions, if everything stays only in the initial picture, do not leave each other, life and death together, how come the feelings of hatred and grudges? Forget the sadness, parting and betrayal, dozens of years of the world, the perfect forever praying! Things are unpredictable, the vicissitudes of change, have the perfect time must be cherished, lost will be lost, never come back, time can never be reversed, each time we meet are only as good as the first time, how to hope that the perfect precipitation in time for eternity!
If life is only like the first time, what is the matter of the autumn wind sad fan?
Life is only like the first time to see prose (3):
Life is only like the first time to see, look back and see, the world, the flashy, the smoke, just that at first a remnant of thoughts, tears in the heart, then only is unusual.
The initial cozy, such as a dreamy feeling, a knitted brows, a speech and a smile, such as the spring breeze on the face, such as the faying rain shower. The kind of thumping, the kind of budding, like a flame, ignited the boundless thought.
Thinking, with a sweet and salty flavor, in that previous vicinity of the sea, the flawed idea of the clouds of Wushan. The sea of love is suddenly changed, the love silk is broken, how many inches of broken liver and intestines. The pain of separation, separation of sadness, the heart of the borrowed wine to dispel sadness, but only that wine into the sadness, turned into tears of lovesickness.
I can't help but think of Rongruo's words, "If life is only like the first time you see it, what's the matter with the sad painting fan in the west wind? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'll be able to get a good look at it. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new one, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new one. I am not sure why I am so lucky to have a child in brocade clothes, but I wish I could have had wings and branches on the same day."
The sentence "life is only like the first sight" is written so profound, wings and branches have become memories of the past, and at this moment, remembering only that a melancholy. The first time I saw that a touch of beauty, in the heart of the hazy want to appear, that kind of melancholy, that kind of remorse, that kind of heart sinking a pain. In the rainy night, tearful parting, look at the eyes disappeared in the vast red dust of the fall. The night of the moon has not remembered the moon, only to understand the beauty of the previous has been extinguished, gone ...... passed away ...... tears ...... pain ... ...
Each other rubbing shoulders and go, such as fireworks instant beauty, has quietly passed. The only thing that I can say is that this is the only thing that I can say. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do with this. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. In the life of millions of people, the destiny of the destiny of the destiny of the destiny.
And remembered Rongruo's words "who will be cool alone in the west wind, Xiao Xiao yellow leaves closed the window, contemplating the past to stand in the waning sun. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
At that time, it was only ordinary, who have cherished the beauty of having, who can forget the previous love. That "in the sky would like to be a bird with wings, in the ground would like to be a branch," the vow, but also can not withstand "two love if it is a long time, but also in the morning and evening," the test, with the time wasted, the end of the "a kind of lovesickness, two idle sorrows "Waiting, in the world of two people did not "ask the world, what is love, straight to teach life and death", there is only that "the sky is long sometimes end, this hate is endless."
However, at the other end of the burial of the love wire, responding to the previous sea, the heart still left the cloud of Wushan. Although time can fade, but can not forget, the former beauty has become a kind of pain in the thought of the remnants.
Perhaps in the clamor of the crowd can be temporarily left behind, but every time a person is quiet, that love chaos in the right and wrong and can not help but float to the heart, "until the love of the useless, not to be upset is clear crazy."
How many people in the world can appreciate the flavor of "life is like a first sight"? "The first thing you need to do is to get a good understanding of how to use the Internet and how to use the Internet in a way that will help you get the most out of your life.
The world is like a white cloud, changing rapidly, "idle change but the old man's heart, but said the old man's heart is easy to change". The reason for this is the fact that the people are always looking back, and the beauty of the world is gone. Heartache, but can only be helpless, looking back, tears dark bullet. The moon has the yin and yang, people have sadness and happiness, those who have disturbed the love and hate, has been just like a river of spring water to the east.
Years later, every time I think of it, perhaps there will be that once thought, a heartache, but the beauty of this mutilation, but so that your life is covered with a confused beauty. Go to the memory, want to go back to the past, back to the time of that first meeting, life is only as good as the first sight.
The flowers are flying, falling through the vicissitudes of the world, flowers blooming in the branches is brilliant, after the fading of the gust of the residual fragrance, but also let a person recall the memories. Love, missed, tears, pain, leaving only the faint fragrance, the pulse of the residual thought, buried deep in the bottom of the heart, memories of the past that first saw the beauty.
Life is only as good as the first time you see it, and that's all that matters at the time. Previously, the beautiful has become the water and moon mirror flower, tear eyes double droop, in that look back at the idea, the falling flowers and flowing spring also, heaven and earth.
Life is only like the first time to see prose (4):
Monkey year, C Shen, winter month 23, the winter solstice.
The two thumbs. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal out of this, but I'm sure I'll be able to. There are obvious marks staying there. I forgot how long I didn't dare to touch the feelings in the network, until I met you. It just flicked and spun, and I couldn't click on it in any way. It points directly to your bright or dark images.
The wind is still blowing, and the people are still sickly, and the years are like water, which washed away the images of yesterday. The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of a dream, and it was a dream that I never let go of. 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 look directly at the sun. The first thing you need to do is to look up and see if you can find a way to get to the top of the page, and if you can find a way to get to the bottom of the page.
The first encounter should be August, huh, yes, I said, August is really a sentimental season. Suitable for interpretation of the passion of the eve of the fire, look forward to the summer of the stranger Jinhua, blueprint for the fall of the fruit sweet. Of course, all of this can not be separated from your pen of God, the tongue of the lotus.
From before, I thought too perfect. Old things like smoke, do not understand who can touch my fragile heart. Is it to interpret the next encounter? Or waiting for a half-open door of the moon?
Fortunately, can still quietly murmur to himself. I did not lose myself. After years, I think you still do not understand, I have long seen through. You have not understood, in your seamless cover up all the haze, and the sleeve of the dark light but I glimpsed, which Qiankun has long been nowhere to hide. Feelings are your nomadic, just at that time I do not understand, do not understand ......
At this time the sky suddenly blew a cold wind, blowing pain in my a thin coat. Originally, the joy and sorrow of the sky also have, the cold and warmth of the earth all depends on it. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night. How strong love, there will be a flat time. I'm ready, the appearance is blurred image, in me, in this three nine days will come at the moment, more and more clear.
A song. A person. In imagination. I was lulled to sleep.
Those previous intoxicating melodies, always at the wrong time will ring. And then, with great reluctance, I had to think of you. I'm not going to be able to get a good look at it, but I'm going to be able to get a good look at it. The first thing I want to do is to get the best out of you, and then I'm going to go back to my old school, and I'm going to go back to my old school. But I don't want to pray, don't want that kind of tenderness half a point.
There has been much expectation of a pair of eyes with love, but also hope to look at the endless romantic together, Tang poetry and Song lyrics in the oath of the sea and mountains, smiling like a flower, such as the flow of light, gently lost in the illusion of the River of Forgetfulness of the tail of the swimming fish. The previous, that time and time again rubbing shoulders, have the fate can also be no fate.
Shaohua easy to pass, white hair, obsessed with the idea of the first meeting, suddenly like a dream, and then hurt, but has been the end of the world, I do not know where the body, the love of the end of confusion.
December 21, Wednesday, someone said and I said from this day until life, but now only heartache. 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, and I'm sure I'll be able to do it, and I'm sure I'll be able to do it. At first sight, fluttering like a shock, Wan as a swimming dragon, such as a butterfly dance as delicate and light, like a summer flower as bright and brilliant, that glimpse of a pool of spring water rippling in the heart, slowly dispersed, gently diffuse ...... first sight, just accidentally meet, it is like a previous life acquaintance. The first time I saw the throbbing, there is a thrilling beauty, the warmth of the first clear snow, and the coziness of the willow brushing against the water!
Life is like a chain, encounter is a ring, love is a ring, miss is a ring, and a lot, a lot of ...... interlocking, to constitute a colorful life. Everyone has a first encounter in their hearts, such as mist like misty haze, like a spring as pure and transparent, like flowers like colorful fragrance, such as fairy tale like warmth and romance. A flash in the pan, warm and natural, déjà vu, like a dream, fragrance intoxication, filled with the heart!
Everyone's heart has a magnificent garden, planted with warm flowers and plants, waiting for different people, for different people to bloom. Every flower has a story, and every story will be accompanied by a deep memory; everyone has a budding flower in their heart, and in the occasional encounters, it will bloom petal by petal! There is scenery in the heart, everywhere is a garden; there is love in the heart, everywhere is fragrant; there is love in the heart, everywhere is cozy. If life has not met, I still me, you are still you, just miss the most gorgeous encounter in life, if life has not met, I will not believe that there is a kind of people can never tire of reading, there is a kind of people just recognize the warmth of ...... what is far, what is close, far away from the distance, close to the bottom of the heart.
In a previous life, the deep rainy alley, I wandered, wandering, confused, helpless ...... and you, holding an oil-paper umbrella gently walked by, a shallow smile, lilac-like sad eyes, bring me a trace of warmth, quietly, quietly, you accompanied me out of this deep dark rainy alley. Looking back, you have drifted away, the silent rainy alley echoed: if there is fate, see you in the next life! In that life, I was a teenager and you were a redhead. So I wish for the next life, expect to travel through time and space, and meet you in the world of flowers. And I'm still waiting for your message under the Pavilion, when the geese return, but there is no brocade letter to send, do you know that the Pavilion 3,000 miles away, whether there are still people playing and singing Yangguan Sanjie, folding willow to send off. The old road, the old man's fragrance, the sound of the piano, the passing of the years, has long been dusted by the falling leaves, only the willow wind outside the pavilion, the apricot blossom bank is still the same.
Life is only as good as the first sight. The sound of the zither sounded in the previous life, transformed into the heart of the brimming fluctuations, ripples unceasingly. The heart of the gentleman is like water, not stained with pomp and circumstance, the heart of the gentleman is like water, clear and pure, hobbling, dashing and going, a back, a piece of indifference. Smile, after all, did not solidify in the end of the edge of the moment, gazing at the back of your fading away, looking for the past attachment, you can understand, there will be what kind of pain! Who came quietly, who left silently, who in the lonely night for whom to leave a faint ink, who flew into whose dream, who can keep whose heart, who can and who **** drunk sunset?
Four seasons of the wind, through the corridors of the past life, stroking a song of a thousand years old zither, butterfly dance like floating beautiful, fetch me full of feelings, condensed into Yin red beans, tonight, the moonlight is like water, there is a wind blowing gently, your shadow as if the falling leaves, have drifted down the ...... heart is light as a feather, every tremor is infiltrated with your breath, and the wind is blowing softly, you can see that the wind is not as light as the water. "leisurely pulse with the wind to, fluttering down to dance red dust". Will not speak lightly of remorse, worried about that sentiment becomes bleak, also do not want to talk about the past, worried about disillusionment of the heart of the beautiful dream, only thirsty for this moment of serenity of eternity ......
At first sight, you said that the sash gradually widen the end of the unrepentant for the I consume people emaciated, now, the wind is quiet path curved, the silhouette of the people hovering;
At first sight, you said that the long
The first time I saw you, you said the sky is long, the end of the time, the end of the world, now, the end of the sky, the sky is different;
The first time I saw you, you said the night moon a curtain of lovesickness dream, the spring breeze ten miles of tenderness, now, full of flotsam and jetsam, a song of the sadness!
If life is only like the first time, there is no beauty of the first encounter, there is no Ban Jieyu's autumn wind painting fan. The past is like smoke, swaying out of the shallow melancholy. Alone on a bend of the cold moon, a bone-deep tenderness haunted in the heart, silent loneliness in the fingertips slip, hand twisted to a piece of fluttering petals, fragrant and clear smile from the thoughts flew by, the time cohesion of the moment, looking at each other, soft thoughts, into a deep attachment ...... before leaning on the fence to listen to the wind and rain of the promise, has been drifting away with the wind, lightly flowed! A curtain of dreams, rolled a land of light sadness, the moment of fame, stay in the heart!
Because of you, I would like to believe that in the next life, the lights out of the place, your shallow smile, light worry, let me favor! Every encounter in the earthly realm is not the music of the reincarnation of the past life and the present life? Flowers like the moment of bloom, locking the magnificent fragrance ...... endless attachment in the depths of the soul fluttering, a few intoxicated, a few expectations, in reality and dreams between the willow fluttering, flowers like rain, so that all the true feelings of the bright and gorgeous, so that all the dreams colorful, even if they pass by is also a light smile, beautiful, as in the beginning!
The promise of a thousand years turned into flotsam, gently floating past me, looking forward to meeting you again in the romantic red dust!
If one day, the fate of the destiny of the smoke and pass, then, only wish in the water in the moonlight can once again think of ......
The first encounter, such as the fall of the flowers flying like beautiful!