Bai Shou does not leave the square dance Qing Er.

You must have read prose in real life or work and study, right? Prose is a narrative literary genre, which expresses the true feelings of composition and has a flexible writing style. So do you really know how to write prose? The following is my essay, wishing to win a heart and not leave a white head. For reference only, I hope it will help you.

Time is like a dream. It is my greatest happiness to have you with me outside my dream. Hand in hand with time, step by step, and bury you in my heart in front of Qian Shan. After eternal reincarnation, even if the sun and the moon are dull and heaven and earth are United, it will not change my deep thoughts about you.

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Live like a dream. If you are tired of lying in the world of mortals, you will never be quiet. Tonight, I am keeping a beautiful dream about you, expressing an unforgettable tenderness, rubbing my heart into the night, and I really want to turn into autumn wind to accompany you. Every warmth is my yearning for you day and night, and every feeling is my infatuated attachment. The night is too quiet, my heart is too hurt, and a beautiful and desolate song makes me sad silently; A song intertwined with loneliness and injury makes me stick to it silently and have no regrets.

That year, you crossed the ocean and I passed by by boat. Looking back a little, I realized the waiting on the other side. This shore is blushing and dizzy, and the kiss xiu is gentle. On the other side, a deep encounter overflowed my fingertips, and I was affectionate.

Na Yue, you pass by Tsing Yi with a plain piece of paper in your hand, drawing the beauty of the woman of your dreams. My heart is like a lotus, I miss you. I didn't mean to pass by Qian Fan among the flowers. I was a little sad and frivolous. I hope to see you again. I will go to a place where there is no water, and then sit and watch the rising clouds.

On that day, the pavilion was clear and the white clouds were long. Your sentence "dust-free smiles at the fate of dust, looking back into the clouds" surprised my dream. I was unintentional, but I was drunk in your dream alone. From then on, I sang every night and fell in love step by step. You are my Tan Lang, and I am your Chou-heung. I have devoted my whole life to you.

It takes only a moment to meet someone, but it takes a lifetime to fall in love with someone. Like your gentle call, a baby instantly melted my heart as thin as ice; A dear, instantly turned into full of tenderness, surging like fire, mellow like wine, I love you, sooner or later.

I have always believed that the fate of the world is predestined. Some people meet unexpectedly, but turn around and pass by. Some people make an appointment to meet, but they fall in love at once. So I know that you and I must have been good couples in previous lives. Right or wrong, you are the most beautiful fate in my life. See or not, you are the only one for me.

If a person remembers the agreement made in his last life, he will wait at the intersection, waiting to meet you, even after all the hardships in his life. So I took the karma of my previous life to find the fruit of this life. I glanced at you, surprised the piano sound of mountains and rivers, and softened a smile of love that was desperate. Just because I saw you again in the crowd, you are the legend of my city.

I want to spend more time with you, find an uninhabited valley, build a wooden house, pave a bluestone path, and feel at ease with you in the morning. Just you and me, don't ask where the world is going. Miss you more, hold an oil-paper umbrella and meet in the picturesque south of the Yangtze River. If you give me a Hosta, I will keep your hair long. Wash away the lead, and the sun has gone out since then. I don't love the glitz of the world and don't provoke the world of mortals. My heart is like the beginning, and I am crazy about you.

I want to ask you, if I have white hair and my face is withered, will you still hold my hand and be gentle? If possible, let me be a flower in your heart, with love as the root, rain and dew as the affection, staggered branches, lingering leaves, full of tenderness in the palm of your hand when spring blossoms. With a low eyebrow and a light smell, a piece of paper filled with love for incense turns into a full confession and sings a low peace for you.

I said, what will happen to you if I leave? You said that if you left, I felt I lost my soul. I said, what if I am in your heart? You said, seeing and not seeing, you will always be the only one in my heart.

Therefore, loving you has become my only destination, and thinking of you has become my deepest long-cherished wish. As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron? If possible, I will wait for you at the end of the world. If you are fine, come to me, hold my hand and share joys and sorrows. If allowed, I will wait for you on the other side, fold a paper crane and fly it in your dream. May you be well, this is the most pious warmth in my life.

In this life, I sing my deep love for you with a simple note. How many regrets do I have in this world? I don't care how far away I am from this world. Even if the situation changes, I still choose a city to die, meet a bald head, meet a flower-like you in the most beautiful time, and let me die for Iraq.

I remember the year when I played horses when I was young. You were 3 thousand green hair and dressed in red, which surprised my eyes. I fell in love at first sight, and then I fell in love. Just this one look made me intoxicated with all my attachment. Maybe I've been sitting in Tang poetry and Song poetry for 500 years, just to stare at you affectionately. From then on, my city was surrounded by you gently, and fell for you layer by layer. At that glance, I knew that you were the one who had been waiting for me all my life.

Na Yue, gentle as water and profound as poetry, you wrote a palindrome poem for me with a smile, which touched my heart, added fragrance to tea and had a romantic conversation. I hate being late for meetings. Since then, Iraq has been on the other side, and flowers are a kind of enjoyment. You are on this shore, and the harp and the harp sing together.

On that day, you took a lotus boat, a bunch of hair, graceful willows and a bunch of flowers, startled each other at first sight, and danced a beautiful butterfly with smoke in the water. After waiting for thousands of years, your eyes are no longer blurred. You said: I was drunk before I became king in my life. I said: What if I lost the world for you?

Fall in love with your three thousand moss, so graceful, so elegant, like a violet in front of the Buddha. Falling in love with you, relying on my appearance, how naughty and coquettish, like a lazy sheep. If you and I had never met, what would be the scenery around us? Whether or not, I am still the girl who sent acacia to the bright moon, and you are still the woman who was buried by Daiyu. I have always believed that there is a kind of love, which is doomed and will be met sooner or later; There is a kind of love, from love at first sight to late arrival; There is a yearning, although it is close to the water, it can show the vicissitudes of life. From now on, you are my beauty. I miss you when every flower blooms, which makes all the scenery in my life beautiful. I miss you when every flower falls, which makes my poems beautiful. The breeze cocoon sings to the moon, even though you are on the other side, I am here, and when I read, I enrich my fleeting time.

When I meet you, my heart will always be full of soft sweetness. You are Chou-heung in my previous life, and I am Tan Lang in your dream. With a stroke of a pen, your tender feelings are sung in a papery style, the distant distance between lovesickness and extinction. When I met you, my life had inexhaustible motivation. I lost my tenderness, played the harp all my life, and watched the sunrise, the moon and bright eyes, and the misty rain at leisure. I only know that I should not regret it in my life, but I thought wholeheartedly that * * * went to a city of love.

If I am white-haired and my face is withered, will you still hold my hand and be gentle? Think more, recite poems and swing, I put pen to paper, you study ink. I am the light on the other side of your heart, and you are falling in love with me step by step. I don't want to be prosperous and noisy in my life. I would like the world of mortals to recede. I would like to cook wine, repair fences and plant chrysanthemums with you, and never leave.