Prose Appreciation: April Day

Prose Appreciation: April Day 1 In April of that year, the world of mortals met an old friend unexpectedly. The past knocks on the door of memory like a flood. Things change, China years. There were many ideas and ideas at that time. Silent night, dusk after rain, how many times I cried silently, how many times I silently recorded my messy mood.

"Too beautiful things, worth cherishing, but not suitable for collection. If you keep it for a long time, your heart will be tired. " I remember when I saw this sentence, I was shocked and speechless for a long time ... did you come to enlighten me on purpose?

The years are silent and dark.

It is April again. It is green and windy. Flowers bloom again, and light rain sends dusk. Similar seasons, similar weather, deja vu scenery. However, things have changed. Once again, the running water quietly took away the story of time. What is different from that time is that I feel at ease now.

Haizi said, "Facing the sea, spring blossoms." Now, I understand that "spring blossoms" are half season and half mood.

It's April again, and it's another drizzly afternoon, quietly leafing through my diary. I will never cry again. Now, I have learned to face it calmly and smile with relief.

It's good to laugh, cry and be moved when you meet a beautiful woman. Don't let beauty be the fetter of the soul.

Things are impermanent, and gathering and parting are all due to fate. Cherish, work hard, follow the fate-and then be safe!

Today is April, it is nostalgia, it is farewell!

Goodbye, youth! Goodbye, the pain of memory!

In April, although it is still slightly chilly, "April Day on Earth" is more of the warmth and beauty of spring after all. Fade the bitterness and let the beauty live quietly in my heart.

After all these years, I only wish-the years are safe!

Prose appreciation: I was sad there on April 2.

At the beginning, we knew there would always be an end.

-Zhang Ailing

In the afternoon of April, walking in the beautiful campus, willows are slender, peach blossoms are still there, and pear blossoms are full of branches. Do you see the bees in the budding flowers? Although it is April, the spring breeze has passed and people feel a little cold. Graceful ginkgo trees are covered with blue, light and elegant, and graceful posture keeps singing and dancing in the wind. In this way, spring comes to us inadvertently, but we have no time to take care of the existence of beauty. The water is clear and rippling slightly, and the lake and moonlight set off the willow smoke. The heart is like a slender grass, crossing the river, covered by the warm sun, flowing gently and slowly in the river, rippling with weeping willows.

In the spring and April, I have no time to enjoy such beautiful scenery and feel so lonely in the bright sunshine. Outside the window, the bustling and noisy city, I shuttled on the previous steps, but I could never find the previous harbor. I can wait for this situation, but I finally remembered it. Years have wasted time, and time has erased memories. What am I waiting for now? The years passed without trace, which cut off my memory and buried my heart. Years have mercilessly polished our thin youth, but we are slowly getting old in the years. Perhaps many times, we will just smile indifferently and ignore those who don't know how to spend money in the years. But when we really face these, we are so embarrassed and helpless. We don't want to be a person who sees through the world of mortals, a moment that should last forever and come and go unconsciously.

Night begins to fall, darkness engulfs the whole sky, and the night will be so calm. My heart is full of loneliness and loneliness. Jimmy said that the invisible stars are the most beautiful. I have been wondering if there is a half-moon star next to the moon. When I am lonely, I look up at the starry sky and see the twinkling stars. Slowly, in the universe, we are so small and the earth is so unreal. A person in a city, I hope I can build my own city of mind, maybe the city of the sky is my yearning. Every time I touch the apex of my heart with my sad hand and write down my sad heart. Some people ask why you always write some sad words. Actually, I don't know. Since I don't know, why should I be too persistent? Man is like a flowering tree. Those flowers are like people's minds. With thoughts, there will be secular desires and emotions, which is human nature. I just record my feelings as a soul.

My world is quiet. I like quiet. I can hear my heartbreak quietly. I like Jimmy's handwriting, and I like to watch my mood change all day. If God forgets to give me wings, then use my language to fly. Sometimes I really want to have a rest, let go of my baggage, my desire, my expectation, my troubles and everything, and let my flying mood fly with the wind, no longer arguing with the world and entangled with my emotions. The trifles in life have nothing to do with me. I don't care about anything, what is rare is your existence, so you have to bear it. Maybe I can go to Tibet. All the worshippers go to Tibet on their knees to purify their hearts.

What about now? Drunk watching the east wind, miss the ability of Zhou Lang in Chibi.

No one knows that the guest house is alone in the moon.

Locked in the lonely moon, my heart is haggard.

Stepping on the spring lake, flowers bloom and fall.

Exactly, weeping willows are full of peach blossoms, and pear blossoms are beautiful!

Prose appreciation: I like this feeling on April 3rd. Say good night at dawn.

ear Someone is sleeping soundly. Listen, take a deep breath. I will be extremely happy.

I think I can't escape after all. A person whose sensibility and rationality are intertwined. Occasionally, I will have my own little madness. Then, sensibility triumphed over reason. Crazy and scared. Then, return to silence.

"doomsday"

Don't believe that fate is predestined. Like, I don't believe my life will be dull. I am eager to have my own day.

Today. At the moment when someone sent a message to tell our bank, I suddenly began to feel bad. In other words, I am lucky. There are still dreams that have never been lost.

Sisters in the dormitory. Or do you really want to part ways?

If fate is predestined. Then I appreciate it. In this gorgeous doom. I met the most beautiful you.

Don't want to talk What a sad topic it would be to leave. At least, we are all trying.

No matter where it is. I believe we will all have a good life. Everyone will have their own little happiness.

I will always. Blessing.

"Miss Disaster"

Used to waking up in the dead of night. Leave your own purity.

Imagine someone sleeping in the distance. Then warm yourself quietly.

Tell yourself that you have to learn to grow up eventually. I'm used to the days when I don't send text messages or call. I think I did a good job. . If I really don't miss you. Just pretend you didn't miss it. .

I told you. The love I want is simple. One hurts me. Love me. Someone who understands me. These are enough to be my whole world. I don't ask how nice you are. I never thought this would happen. I am the only one in your heart.

But I still hope. I can be someone who will live in your heart all my life. Beauty or ugliness, wealth or poverty. Never leave.

I remember reading a sentence in Weibo: If you can't find someone you like in this life, find someone who has the ability to make mom and dad live a stable and prosperous life in the future.

Suddenly. My eyes are very astringent

I admit it. I was moved by this sentence. Suddenly, I started to get emotional. I was so excited that I couldn't sleep all night.

Love. This is a luxury. Luxury is so great that you can see it in a beautiful window. Like those dazzling. Commodities. Desire is out of reach.

Every one of us. So eager for sincerity. But so afraid of being hurt. So we wrapped ourselves up. So ... I can't always feel safe.

I admit, I am an insecure child. Every time, no matter what happens. Will give yourself enough time to prepare. Because, I am afraid that I will be at a loss at some point. Then I began to feel uneasy.

It is said that the Aquarius girl, how strong she looks, is how fragile she is inside. Or, really talking about yourself.

Because I can't find anyone who can make me feel safe. So, disguise yourself as strong enough. Full of thorns. Until that day. Find someone who can make you feel at ease. I think those thorns will always be there.

Even if I miss you, it will drown my heart. You can also say nothing to others. Before I know for sure whether the people I care about also care about myself.

I wonder if this is the best way to protect myself from harm. Or, just for that so-called self-esteem.

Tonight. My thoughts began to flood. It's 2: 4 am1. I'm still on the computer, typing some irrelevant words with the keyboard, but I missed a lot of words.

If. You will miss it, too. Then I can't walk into that beautiful dream. ?

Earth, April day

April is the most beautiful month on earth.

Remember what Lin Weiyin said. A word that can warm people's hearts.

However, this April, for me. But destined to be a vagrant with no fixed place to live. Travel far.

However, if it is for those dreams that have never been left behind. Me. Yes.

Know how to describe the mood now. I like this feeling. A cup of coffee, a small piece of my own light, and Xu Yuteng's beautiful and lonely voice. Tap the keyboard with your fingers. If possible. I want to keep quiet all the time.

Mocheng

This song is ringing in my ears, Moshi. My eyes began to rustle.

I don't like crying anymore. I don't know when it started. I don't like crying anymore.

I like to wear trains. Through a strange city. But I only hate the feeling of the train passing through the tunnel. Can't find a sense of security. The strong bottom line in my heart has also been broken. I was helpless at first. Touch your body and embrace yourself.

All the way south. South, south.

Once. Maybe it's because of some impulse. Choose a strange city.

Now, it's still ok. Because of being strong. Have a good trip.

Finally, I chose someone. Go to that strange city. Once told me that the scenery is always the beauty ahead. Where is it?

Lost in each other's world. A stranger forever.

I will eventually learn to grow up. No longer let parents and sisters worry.

A person can go to that strange city and find his way home. It can be good. Let them feel at ease.

Guangwai or ... not as beautiful as I thought. Or ... I have no chance with it after all. But anyway. I tried. Really.

Stand on the platform and face the interviewer. Although the question cannot be answered. But I said what I wanted to say most. I'm still very pleased.

I will smile and face the final result.

Thank you. I met those lovely people in that strange city. No matter where we are in four months. I will remember wholeheartedly that we fought for a house together, had a physical examination together, took the subway together, and embarked on the road of appeal together. Let's go to Mocheng for snacks and Taobao. Chatting all over the world together, crazy days together. . . .

Thanks for taking care of my big brother. Let me be in a strange city. Won't get lost. Won't get lost.

I think. After all this. That's enough. Never extravagant, never extravagant, I really belong to this strange city forever.

Accompany you. Look at the April day on earth.

Remember to tell others. I can't accompany you to see the spring blossoms. Then let me accompany you to see all the April days in the world.

April day on earth. The most beautiful April day. Did you get a look at him?

Or ... these wonderful and infinite April days. I'm alone, enjoying it all. .

Anyway. Everyone wants it. You can walk into my April day. 、。 .

Appreciation of Prose: On April 4th, the voice was slow and sad, the butterfly was still lingering, like a dream stirring the spring scenery, and the longing for love was unbearable.

Time has passed, but it is still exciting. A pool of spring water has been rippling for thousands of years.

A song recalling Jiangnan, how much hate, the country broke home and thought about the past, and the dream woke up bitter.

Resentment in the boudoir, bitter acacia, thinking of lovers; When singing, I choked and wept, which made me sad and wise.

Starting from Li Qingzhao, Su Shi, Li Yu and Qin Guan, a wind of Song Dynasty became stronger and stronger.

Thinking about the past is easy to hurt bones and break people's intestines; Leave sorrow, cut constantly, and manage chaos.

A song, a picture scroll, a word lacking in love, like a hundred flowers blooming, like a hundred birds singing together.

From the hometown of Song Ci, I came by horse. The voices are buzzing and the smell of the stove is curling.

Both lovesick women and lovesick lovers stare silently at the end of the world.

Until time goes by, the cherry is red; Until time gets old, bananas turn green for no reason.

The hometown of song ci, love and hate, has gone through thousands of years of wind and rain, and its original intention remains unchanged.