Prose about homesickness: homesickness
Home, a heavy topic, heavy I do not want to think about, do not want to think about, I often choose to escape and hide, but it is ultimately heavy in the bottom of my heart, can not be cut off, and can not be abandoned.
I do not like this heavy, but y in love, often inadvertently slipped out of my mouth, followed by thoughts and sadness, lingering in the heart, long difficult to put down.
Last night with two friends at home chatting, I did not hide the heart of the jealousy, a person joked that I said? The day is really good to be with the family. The other is to persuade me? The other one advised me that I should be brave enough to go out into the world. And talked for a long time, the heart of the miss Fang only less receding, with the thoughts of a deep sleep. In my dream, I returned home, heard my mother's nagging, ate the fish cooked by my father, and saw the black dog that had been raised for 10 years and died in a car accident? I woke up with a heavy heart. Fortunately, it is not so sad, the corner of the eye has not seen tears.
Suddenly remembered that just into the university, with a group of students *** tour Orange Island, Dajian asked me:? The Xiangjiang River, really flow into the Yangtze River?
This question makes me a good stunned:?
This question made me realize that the river next to my house also flows into the Yangtze River.
Between the words, there seems to be some pride.
The words, it seems to be a bit proud. However, I am not sure where this pride comes from, is it just because of such a Yangtze River?
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It's a pity, why not flow to the Yellow River?
I can only laugh to it, perhaps in the escape something, but there is a kind of indefinable feeling, call people hard to bear.
The distance between the river is a kind of sadness, by the mountains is a kind of despair. I am glad that what I have to face is only a kind of sadness, and not despair.
And now that I think of the conversation with the Henan students, my heart also rose a kind of faint hatred, why the Yangtze River does not flow through Changsha?
It's ridiculous and laughable, but I can't bear to drive away, is this sadness?
Day by day, I think of the gentleman not see the gentleman, perhaps, compared to this Henan students, I have been too lucky.
Prose about longing: longing
The night without the moon, the stars are silent and blinking eyes, the night sky, deep and quiet; the night without you, loneliness accompanied me, that something called longing like a shadow.
Thoughts are songs, a sad song. You are not around, will always stay singing, silent meditation; its melody is unique, unique style, no one and it is the same; in the morning, the wisp of wind and fog lingering together for a long time difficult to disperse, such as a touch of love in the heart, in the evening after a night of pondering and speculation, is still so strong, the desire to even want to send to the wind, perhaps only the wind can pass over the Panjian hedge, to bring that dream. The wind may be the only thing that can get over the fence and bring that dream to me. The dream is like a flower, blooming in every familiar corner, only the heart of that she (he) can not see, perhaps, perhaps can hear the sound of the flowers blooming, as, I want you when you are thinking of me, you are also thinking of me.
That kind of induction from the heart is always so marvelous. But the wind ah, why do you not understand my mood? That kind of attachment and thoughts in the heart evolved into a song of sadness, in thinking of you repeatedly sung. In the sunset, that a touch of sunset, such as blood, reflecting the red half of the sky, but in the distant eyes left a dark shadow, that is lonely, that is cold, that is the expectation; waiting for the moon to rise, perhaps it can be for the lovesick people to pass on the love of this expectation and loneliness in the heart of the silent formation of a mournful song, a person stood in the hundred grass crazy growth of the ferry, countless times sung to the night sky, I hope Chang'e fairy can be touched.
The song of remembrance, from feelings, from the heart and heart of the **** Ming, from the love and love of the mingling. The song of longing, although melancholy, although it will be sung in tears, although it will make people's hearts ache, but, singing it is also a different flavor, only the people who love each other understand.
Thinking is a poem, a sad poem. When the night is deep, when the south wind blows the fragrance of flowers, when the night rain is overcast, when a piece of fallen leaves beat the window pane, when the snowflakes drifting, when the azalea fire red?
You know, far away from the people who miss you, every night tossing and turning, difficult to dream; you know, your beloved her (he) every day at the intersection of your departure, obsessed with waiting; you know, who in the lamp with the heart, with love to write a line of verse? Higher than the wall of thoughts, that is who's mood? Who is only under the eyebrow but on the heart of the pain? 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 ones.
Such a poem, the words between the lines must be full of deep feelings, perhaps in the eyes of the onlookers, is not so beautiful, that was wet with tears of longing for the marks you can ever understand? Unforgettable spring breeze to send away the cold winter, budding branches, that a green light floating, that is the hope of love in the breeding; in the blossoming of the day, every color is a mood, perhaps you will be in the flowers to me, etc.; Unforgettable that a tree blossomed rosy, such as when you met the first time when you eyes deep hidden warmth, is warm, is love, Unforgettable in the flowers before the moon you thick I thick; Unforgettable rain fell petals of the scene, that a piece of the wilted The petals, the crystal is not rain, but the tears of longing in the surge.
Sometimes, you are a warm wisp of spring wind, when I only want to feel a color, you give me colorful, rich in my life; sometimes you give me unlimited care and love, you're like a touch of green shade in the summer, for me to cover the blazing sun, to send the cool; sometimes you give me unlimited fun and happiness, you're like a piece of snowflakes in the winter, accompanied by me in the wild to play with, the sound of laughter echoed in the sky. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
When I think of you, my heart will be sweet, warm, sour, and a hidden pain, I want to sing to you, including my mood, my thoughts, my everything, that is the poetry of my heart ah, dear people, you want to listen?
Missing is a kind of unspeakable pain. The first thing you need to do is to get a good feeling for the people you are with. Ask the falling leaves, ask the stars, ask the raindrops, ask the wind, ask you, ask me, who can say clear. Missing a person's taste, sometimes like drinking a cup of cold water, sometimes like sipping a cup of bitter coffee, accompanied by astringent tears, accompanied by lonely lamps, accompanied by the love songs you love to listen to, accompanied by the infinite cold?
Thinking about is confused, do not want to be disappointed, pick up is pain, put down is also pain, that kind of sentimental, that kind of uncertainty, how to think about? Like a lonely goose lost in the night, like a butterfly full of vicissitudes, in the desert can not see hope; in the silence of the night, you are alone, is not like a frightened wolf, the face of a long night, I do not know where to hide, and that almost desperate wail who can understand?
How much I long for a pair of concerned eyes; repeatedly, clenched hands, just want to keep the good memories, even if the fingertips of the gap, do not want to let it slip away. Drops of tears, reflecting your figure, pouring wine cups full of wine, there are all the words I want to say to you. Looking at the clouds drifting away in the sky, I really want to let it bring my blessings to you in a faraway place, and in the wind blowing past, is there any news from you? The feeling of which, only you understand, only I understand, only loved people understand.
Thoughts such as aged wine, that a wisp of incense in the deepest part of the heart for a long time to hide, every day I want to think of you, will silently pray for you, if you are well, is the sunny day. I've been thinking about you for a long time, and I've been thinking about you for a long time.
Thoughts of the day is like this, both sad and beautiful, both heartache and unforgettable, both confused and yearning, both sour and sweet fragrance, perhaps this kind of bitterness in the joy, joy in the pain of the day, will let us know how to cherish, know how to think about, will let us in the life of the road two and two do not forget, love is longer than thoughts.
Prose about longing: the flavor of longing
Rain gently, weaving the heart dream a curtain, the wind diffuse the heart window, folded into a longing. A dream, gently recollected. A love, silently clinging to each other warm. Love buds will be in this spring, blooming dazzling beauty. Life, the most beautiful flavor is thoughts, thoughts of the most beautiful scenery is love, in love the most beautiful scenery, is the agreement with each other.
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Listening to the cicadas under the moon, stepping on the snow to find the wind, pushing open the window of the heart, listening to the heart and the heart flow of sound. The sun under the winter warmth, light counting time left deep shallow, roaming through the sea of the heart, not only the petals of the red, but also a touch of warmth of the heart. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. The three thousand falling Hua, favor in the water and clouds. The colorful place, love and thoughts mingled in the heart of the central, elegant with a love, taste the warmth of a bosom.
Looking at a bend in the rose fragrance, think of a flower language love long, roaming through the flowers of the spring gradually thick, with thoughts of warming a rainbow, a beautiful euphony into the scenery. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at this. Some love, warm heart, some thoughts, tenderness deep seed. Perhaps, this life, think of you will look at the sky of the ray of rainbow, heart and heart, intoxicated in this flowery poetic attachment?
A heartfelt message, because someone to listen and beautiful; a love song, because someone touched and joy; a relationship, because someone knows and cherish. I want to think of you, in this unforgettable day, will all the acacia quietly filled. Thinking of you, in this different moonlight, light pick up a past, will be a bit of treasure, this love, always bloom in my heart, this love, I do not know how long it will drift to how far, how far?
The moon is soft as water, in the starry river of time flowing with the imprint of thoughts, carved with a season of flotsam in the language. Let love melt into every second of breath, give love tied to the green leaf-like affection, bathe a fluttering flower rain, let miss ride on the love of the flotsam, everything like flowers and water, silent attachment into cherish. In this life, you and I can definitely smile to the warmth, love drunkenness.
Spring blossoms, drizzle, the beauty of the cherry blossom fluttering like flotsam, like a pearl curtain crystal like sparkling, clear, flying spin, gently, floating down a land of love lingering, elegantly with a love, taste the warmth of a pocket of love. The heart drunk in the depths of the appendage, listening to the sound of thoughts, feel the romance of the blossom. The rain stained flowers red, love fall brow, attached to a lifetime of heart warming?
Borrowing a wisp of hazy moonlight, the thoughts will light up, roaming through the breeze of the long, waiting for a blooming bloom. I'd like to hold your hand and wander on the golden sandy beach, leaving shallow footprints of two pairs. I would like to hold your hand and walk on the quiet boulevard, smile and happiness on each other's face. I would like to count the time with you, cohesion into a warm ocean, flowing in your heart and mine.
Time, in the blink of an eye, the romance of the wind and snow, dyed into the warmth of the heart. In the days of wind and rain, gently, the love stayed in the heart, the dream left the Jiangnan. A heartbeat, a joy, looking forward to how many intoxicating feelings. A persistence, a waiting, carrying how many speechless warmth. Perhaps, the blossoming and falling of the moment, destiny has been destined to go with the flow. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Pick up a thought, hanging in your eyebrow, the wind rose, whether you can hear the whispering lingering. 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. Tonight, a thought gently placed in front of the window of time, instantly, the flavor of thoughts gently diffuse, at that moment, the tree full of flowers to witness each other's heart warmth. From then on, the years remembered a blooming flowers in the heart of the love.
Thinking, water like soft, dream like long. 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'll be able to get your hands on some of the most popular ones. If you put your thoughts lightly on the brow, you can always laugh. If you put your thoughts lightly in your fingers, can you never have any worries. Always want to use a delicate way, let love gorgeous; always want to use a pocket of calm mood, let thoughts fragrance. If, love must be looking through the water, in order to be engraved in the bone, may the next life, no longer have a vast smoke and water, no longer have to part with the reluctance and wet embrace?
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