At the end of the night, it seems that there is no sleep, so quietly sitting in front of the window, staring and stand far away, listening to the wind whispering and singing, just like the time is silent, the years are deep, and I have to pick a flower, leaning
wind smile.
Standing in the wind of the season, it is too late to sigh, without realizing that one morning, the ginkgo ......
has fluttered down. Thus, I encountered an intoxicating music, with a beautiful melody and loving season farewell; only, those who had ambushed in the bottom of the heart of the stage and uneasiness, and also delivered to the falling leaves, in the cycle of the wind gradually precipitation ......
has not realized that life and a spring and autumn, it seems that .... ...This is written in time a section of thick ink of the text, dots and dashes haloed, stained with the fragrance of predestination.
I think, life, should walk with a dream, perhaps we have too much uncertainty, joy or helplessness, or all the way to go, all the way to streamline; just finally, when we fade all the way to the hustle and bustle, in the mind of the lake rafting, a glance at the end of the thousand sails, and then I from the calm, and splashed with the promised years ...
This is a section of ink written with time, dotted with words, stained with the fragrance of predestination. ...
Perhaps, this is the thoughts flooded to the extreme, so, slightly closed his eyes, silent ......
I do not know ...... where the wind will blow tonight, the leaf of the heart I have been too late to explore, just want to With this short and shallow words to decorate this dreamless night ......
Mood Essay Prose Selection 2The fog is very big, very big, hidden everything. If not in such a hurry, I think, I will be intoxicated in this white fog. The bridge is wrapped in a mysterious boundary that resembles the kind of substance found in myths. I walk alone on the bridge, look to both sides of the bridge, in the white blanket, see the faint lights.
It was almost noon when the fog lifted, and the sunlight, like the moonlight, was bleak and clear, spreading through the classroom glass windows on the textbook I was writing. Attracted by it, looking out the window, the smear of sunlight irradiation school hundred years of history of the big banyan tree, only a few pieces of withered leaves hanging eloquently in the rough trunk, some days ago there are still a lot of leaves, by a group of unknown birds tossed some, but also became depressed, the birds do not know where to fly away! The few leaves swayed in the biting cold wind, feeling that they would fall with the wind in the next second, but they were still tenaciously clinging to the branches. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
Mood Essay Selection 3
In my dream, I had a night of flowers. The red, pink, white, one by one. And I was sitting in the center of a flower, smiling. The flowing petals, reflecting the colorful luster.
There is no Sanskrit sound, and there is no solemn Buddha. The one who flicked the flower was me, and the one who smiled was also me. At this time, I am me and my Buddha. The petals of the flower are printed with the scriptures, and also my past life and present life. My karmic sins, I am alone and alone in silence. It is emptiness and color. The flirtation planted in the red dust blossomed into a peach blossom; the good karma given out on earth even formed a snow lotus. Buddha said compassion, I am also compassionate. A ray of sunshine piercing the darkness, but it is, after all, can not shine into the marrow of a corpse. And all I can do is plant a flower. The green lamp and the yellow scroll, there is also the sound of wooden fish. In the dark night should also remember the appearance of a lotus flower blooming. A smile of flowers bloom, a thought of flowers fall. I'm the one who bloomed, and I'm the one who fell. Perhaps it is time to put down a heart, forget the world, should also need to forget myself .
I am me, but also my Buddha.
When the wind blows, please embroider this Buddhist verse.
Mood Essay Selection 4The flowers are flying, and I don't know that late spring has arrived. Although it has long said goodbye to the piercing cold wind, but the breeze, still can not help but hit a shiver.
In the past, we have known each other for a long time. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of a movie, and the second time I saw it was when I was in the middle of a movie. The past past, we have a time to form a deep friendship. Although I vaguely remember the acquaintance, I still vaguely remember the acquaintance, but the days of deep friendship are always unforgettable. Remember that seems to be inevitable acquaintance, remember that perhaps accidental acquaintance, remember that perhaps impossible friendship. Because it is rare to become possible, so more cherish. But maybe it is the fear of loss, maybe it is the misunderstanding of feelings, maybe it is the nostalgia for the past, maybe it is ...... but no matter what I have done wrong, it is me who will drive the friendship away, it is me who makes the friendship deteriorate.
Now you may have long been resentful of me, now you may still miss the past, now you may ...... but in any case I will maintain this friendship, maintain this hard-won friendship.
So it is, looking back to the past, we have been a few more confused, we have been a few more uncertainty, we have had a dream, we have also envisioned the future. Now I always like to miss the past, miss the former acquaintance, miss the former acquaintance, miss the former deep friendship.
Unconsciously, the breeze sends warmth, flowers, flowers fly, I seem to faintly feel the flavor of summer.
The mood of the essay selection 5
Time passes so fast, another week has passed. I'm in a much better mood, I don't think so much, my heart is naturally calm. In the past few days, four reports were written, and finally all the work at hand was completed. I found that the work is not assigned to others, I do it alone is also good, very efficient. It's not exhausting to do more work. The main thing is to relax, do not think of those unpleasant things.
Whenever you encounter something unpleasant, you will think of you. That day, on the phone and you told a lot. You said, I was told before, don't be so nice to people. I said, "I'm a man of character," and I said, "I'm a man of character. I can't change my temperament, so just be more tolerant and treat people with a normal heart. Otherwise, who can stand your bad temper? After you heard, haha a smile and said, and I'm with you is really difficult.
Some people say that two people who love each other will not necessarily be together. It is also said that to find a person who loves you as a lover, you love people do lover. Everyone will go through a period of heartfelt feelings in their lives, do not say, does not mean forgetting. Do not say, does not mean do not miss, buried in the bottom of the heart is always the deepest part of the emotion. I take your feelings as a thought, as a kind of support. Tired, just think about it. The first thing I want to do is to make sure that I have a good idea of what I want to do.
Very envious of teachers on vacation, a long vacation. The vacation for us working people, a year just so once. Today, I also told Piao Piao that I also want to be a teacher. Oh, I'm afraid I'll have to do it in my next life. However, we do have something to look forward to. In ten days, it will be the Chinese New Year. Although I'm not that enthusiastic about the festival, what tempts me most is the seven-day vacation. I don't have to work, there is less strife, and I can easily get together with my family and enjoy the joys of life brought by affection.
Love to hear the song "Left Half of the Wing". One more second, stop here is good. I just realized that I got used to the taste. Sweet thoughts, astringent complaints. But you don't know, in my heart, your shoulder is my strongest support. The dream is to fly far away, you are the left half of my wings. I can't feel the heartbeat of your breath, and with me, I'd rather not fly ......
Mood Essay Prose Selected 6Running around in the red dust, sinking and floating in the years, so much of the past has been telling me two words: no regrets!
And today, when all the past as the wind gradually withered flower petals have fallen, caressing the end of a prosperous and brilliant interwoven. Dreams of clouds and smoke, in the night of the tolerance of silent tenderness, in the lingering and affectionate erhu sound, finally precipitated the original that the heart of the uncertainty; in the watery night, in the "no regrets" in the wordless singing, quiet and transparent heart finally realized that the two words: no regrets!
I know, I'm just a breeze flowing by your side. In your turn, I will only dance my lonely body far away from you. I know, I can not stop the footsteps will one day also let your figure into a grain of dust, forever scattered behind me.
I know that I am just a snowflake that once danced in your world, and my whole life is just a moment that crossed your forehead. Falling from your hairline, it gently caressed the door of your full and thick wisdom, as if my fingers had caressed your life. The white frost from your lips easily hides my figure, and as my slight coolness gently touches your cheeks, I have walked through the moment when this life meets yours.
I know that I am only a piece of blue sky leisurely swept through the flow of clouds. The sunlight penetrated my heart, and put together my figure into a dreamy and gorgeous flower projected on the green stone in the stream. And you are just a small flower that flows away from the green stone. The stone has long been written on the past life of you and me, this life you and I just meet on the stone for a moment. I will be in the blue sky gradually drift away, you also in the stream slowly drift away, you and I in this life in this moment after the gradual drift away.
However, I am still grateful for this moment! Because of such a moment, let me know that I am not just a cold world of a grain of lonely dust, let me know that there will always be a moment in a small corner of the same dust and their own gesture with the same desire to dance with their hearts, let me know that even if the separation is no regrets to meet!
mood essays 7Time like water in the cup of life slowly flow away, the rest is full of their own emptiness and fatigue. The wind is like a figure but there is never a place to stay. Language gradually less and less, may be too much helplessness like a stone, pressure in the heart do not know how to express. When I called my mother, tears were rolling in my eyes. I want to say something but I can't, the taste of home like childhood sugar is still so sweet. The taste of home is still as sweet as the candy of my childhood. It is gradually turning into a unique kind of nostalgia. This road is too arduous to walk, one is like an ascetic. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots.
Every time you come back full of confidence in exchange for disappointment, turn over your phone book but always do not know with whom to say the words of the heart. The only thing I can say is that I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm sure I'm not sure what I'm talking about. Only words can dissolve all the pain in the outside world, imagining that tomorrow's day can be as happy as a balloon to fly.
The cold weather like reality will not change because of the individual, the body can not withstand the charm of this mind will often leave people with regrets. Looking at this walk through the road, is so bleak. Not even a little light, only the future like a lamp. Longing is so beautiful.
Love in this environment is the most true, looking forward to like the water in the river. Always but can not see everything that belongs to it. Maybe they forgot to pay, maybe the eyes gradually blinded it. The heart is like a field of dew drops on the deep soil, how can not find the original lightness.
Young again is not an excuse for failure, every step of life is so important, the dream of burning like fire. How can not stop, may only life can decide it. All this is like a flash in the pan, but who is the lucky audience. Maybe there will be in the years to come, just like the child always believe their mother.
Essay can leave flickering words, how can not flow out of the heart of the love. Maybe some feelings can not be expressed in words, only walk in which people can experience. The flavor of the world is only known to those who are in the world, and those who are out of the world are the ones whose hearts are outside the world.
As we approach graduation, time has become particularly precious, and the preciousness is obviously not only time because there is
A small disappointment is obviously not able to defeat me, so it will always be buried in the heart. Because one day a small seed will shade out a small branch buds, so the collection of the gradual change in the beauty of the gradual change in the thickness
At that time, floating in the song around you are humming, but also exclusively belongs to you, shy, look at me a glance at the face will immediately turn away from the time to think back again to look a few points of sweet fun
At that time, every day is a new beginning every day will be the more valuable, and the more I have to do is to make sure that you have the best of my life, and that you have the best of my life. The diary written for you are still lying quietly in the drawer, waiting for the lovely hostess to favor to go through. It makes me happy to know that you are doing well. There is no fear or loneliness, for Cupid has made you happy and carefree. Day by day we are growing up. I know we will all be happy one day because that is what I wish for and it will come true.
At that time, the beautiful woman became an old woman, and I became a bad old man, now when you feel lonely will think of who, no matter who, I hope you and his future he will be like what I wish is so happy happy happy Junior high school marks just embellish the growth of our friendship, that is for us to give the hall black carpet is because of this is a shallow shift in time
May You live better than me my classmates
Mood Essay Selected Prose 9The dark clouds in the sky have long been unable to hold down the mood that will be released, and gradually look down. Cloudy days, there is always a feeling of loss, and the mood sinks. I pretended to stand calmly next to the podium, standing in plain sight, but the heart is panicked. "What if I don't get my homework done? I don't think the teacher will say anything about me, it's my first offense, yeah, surely not." I reassured myself. I looked up as if I had the slightest bit of energy, "Teacher, I didn't bring it." The teacher patted me on the shoulder, frowned and continued, "Did you really not bring it or did you not do it? Tell the truth." My muscles froze and I answered in a small, guilty voice, "I didn't do it".
A bolt of lightning pierced the sky outside the window, accompanied by an ear-splitting clap of thunder, and the rain crackled on the window, gripping my heart even harder. My "sinking, panic and fear occupied my mind, when the teacher opened my blank workbook, "Boom" a violent thunder, once again I hit hard.
At the same time bean-sized grains of rain poured down along the glass window, gray sky pressed on my heart, I could not help but shiver. Various eyes swept toward me, taunting on. The dense rain crackled on the eaves, mortifying me even more. There were the cold stares of the watchers through and through trying to dig holes in me. My face was on fire, as if I had been slapped by someone. Standing next to the teacher with a blank stare
Time seemed to have stopped, minute by minute. Teacher in front of me sternly criticized: "You made the mistake this time although it is very bad, but for you is not necessarily not a thing, it is a wake-up call to your attitude to learning, from now on you have to take this as a warning, you also take this to change their long-term perfunctory attitude to homework, so that is to learn to continue to make progress to face it squarely, if you are able to recognize the error, comprehend the error, the back of the harvest will be The rainbow of splendor ah!
The clouds, blooming more beautiful rainbow! Hearing this, I also suddenly realized: Yes, I can not hide, and should not escape the mistakes they made, rather than ashamed of this mistake is better to go to the heart of the bell also rang at this time, listening to the crackling rain outside the window, I no longer feel piercing, because I believe that soon the rain will stop, the sun will be dialed.
Mood Essay Selection 10
I remember a piece of prose that says: "Growing up is a process full of regrets, destined to hide the nature. Thinking about my sales journey in the past few months, I struggled to find the right answer in the confusion. No one told me how to make a real sales master. Whenever the mood is low or happy, like in the WeChat space, update some mood dynamic, WeChat address book column, there are family, customers, and friends. Sometimes think about it, every time you update a dynamic, will not affect the mood of others.
I don't want to, but I don't want to, and I don't want to, but I don't want to, and I don't want to. I don't know if it counts, but it's just a way to regulate your emotions! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. In short, my WeChat space, or positive, or negative pessimism, perhaps this is my real it! Too much filled with commercialized things, not presented in my here. I put every customer, go as their own a friend, although the customer is always a customer, can not become a friend? Sales I am still relatively stupid, have not done everything, have not learned how to properly track customers, but I think I have been slowly changing.
In the past, the more comfortable life, once let me in that period of time, there is the inspiration to write words, in the sea of text, I swim happily. I have accompanied the prose online those literary friends, together with laughter, together with sadness ......
The first time, the casting station, is the flow of clouds like water literary friends, to encourage me, guide me, so that my text little by little to enhance. After that, and then recognize the Shangyu Wenyou, and then, Lin Yang, Wei Meng Er, etc., said that people who write words, some aspects are very kind, because they are sensual, sincere. Perhaps, a text, or a song, can cause his (her) **** Ming. Because only with love in their hearts will they read the true meaning of words. Since engaging in this medical equipment sales industry, I have become acquainted with a number of sincere friends, a medical equipment company in the north, Mr. Deng, Mr. Yao, and so on.
This July, I set foot alone in the northern part of the city - Jilin, my first customer is Mr. Deng. His affinity, let me and his distance closer to a lot, Mr. Deng in my impression, there are elegant style, smooth speech, he seems to be a scholar, but also seems to be one of my older brother. That time in Deng's head office, a pleasant lunch, let me feel his subordinates and customers like family-like interaction between him, he made me doubly warm. I also remember, in the Songhua River lakeside, and Mr. Yao strolled together to talk about the scene, he talked to me about the heartache of doing sales, and the experience of struggling. That night, the night of the Songhua River was so beautiful, the stars were bright, the breeze was cool, and the wishing lamps on the Songhua River were flickering, at that moment, it seemed that I no longer felt lonely. Jilin Research Institute, is the place where I met Mr. Zhao, I sweated profusely, carrying a large bag, venture, broke into Mr. Zhao's office. He said it was the first time he had ever seen a salesperson appear in front of him in such a manner, and that at that time I didn't know how to promote my products. I was incoherent, and I didn't know how to answer the questions he asked me, but he accepted me as a raw salesperson with tolerance and open-mindedness. It's hard to forget that when I was lost in the streets of Jilin, Mr. Zhao gave me unlimited care and help at the first time, and gave me spiritual motivation, so that I was no longer at a loss.
In just a few days in a foreign land, I visited a lot of customers, but also hit a wall, but also happy, maybe this is life. Because life itself needs to struggle, to struggle, in order to go to the spirit and life in exchange for comfort, in a sense, this is the return it! Once wrote a text, "read the wood and perched on the realization", that was also recommended by the editor, in fact, that text is not a reflection of what I am now? Today, the director of the company's words, the truth of the sales industry: do medical equipment industry, like the old family with a cauldron steamed buns, the need for firewood slowly to burn, sometimes seemingly steaming, looks good, but if you do not adhere to, are all for nothing. Ideal in the heart, I do not know how long I can hold on to, the mind is in turmoil, if you can do the heart to be quiet, it should not be too difficult.
Not travel time, is every day in the unit, and constantly collect the customer's information, familiarize and strengthen the product knowledge training. According to trace the history of our enterprise: its predecessor is the Central Plains Anesthesia Machine Factory, which has created a brilliant history of anesthesia machine. It is with the appreciation of this enterprise, I walked into this in our southern region, high visibility of the joint-stock enterprises, I know nothing about the sales industry, in this enterprise, trying to seek their own position, many times, we do sales, we have to go back to visit and follow up the customer tirelessly. Sometimes, coworkers will laugh and tease me, saying I'm too easy-going, not much to keep an eye out, in the sales industry, is an Achilles' heel. Think about it sometimes is true, you have no reservation to disclose the low price, the customer is still quite ungrateful, that you earn a lot from it. But I'm still so I, to treat customers with integrity.
Today is another Saturday, my customer information, but also organized to have some clues. Open the phone, look at some of the words written before, can not help but dumbfounded. Previously, has been amazed at WeiMengEr in the cell phone to write some text, and then put on the computer inside the document, today a small try, really can write, finger pointing so much improvisation of the text, but also have some sense of strain. Outside the night, silent, only occasionally hear unknown insects singing in the ear. But the leaves in town don't dance, and the wind doesn't accompany them. I think, at this moment, mom and dad should be in the countryside, sleeping early. What do I wish for my mom and dad? The biggest wish in my heart is still for them to live a long and healthy life.
Day after day, year after year, a flash of time, it seems that they ran four, right! Not confused, self-deprecating. About next year, next year, the company is going to expand the scale, Beijing and a large investment company, to our company investment, I heard that the company is going to develop a novel medical products, and have to build a plant, that kind of product is also the country's unparalleled, I hope that everything has a good start. With a literary dream in my heart, doing sales in the medical equipment industry, I hope to wish my friends, family happiness, happy and joyful! I think, in the future, I will continue to carry forward my only interest-literature, will change! I think, everything will be fine!
Who says life isn't getting better and better! I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it!
Today I do not write poems, do not enjoy the moon, do not go to the edge of the autumn dream to capture the wonderful unspeakable mood, do not go to continue my final competition or to the cause of the never-ending. Today, I just say what I want to say, write down my feelings, spit out my little bit of you, let the feelings in the rose bush thorns, let the soul in the pen under the swim. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to do that.
Previously, I do not want to say, do not want to say, do not dare to say, one is afraid to say heavy annoyed you, one is afraid to say light failed my feelings. Or this world is too dirty, do not dare to say love, once said love, and then pure things will become vulgar. The reason why I closed my emotions for so many years is largely due to this ---- until I met you, until today. This world to win happiness, will not tolerate cowardice, will not tolerate retreat, will not tolerate cowardice, will not tolerate hiding in the story pile of Confucianism. I just want to say, I really love you ah! I would like to hold your hand *** bath in the river of love to drink rose dew, beside the jasmine whispering you my life bittersweet.
Or you say that you and I dating days are still shallow, understanding is not deep, how to say love. I can only laugh, love is a feeling, can not be fully interpreted, as I like the face of the peach blossom lady figure, can not say an exact to, just appreciate the painting chic flavor. Love is not a commodity, have to understand its performance, use to be able to sell. The depth of the relationship is not in the length of time. The understanding between people is sometimes difficult to understand a lifetime. If you have to wait until each other completely understand when you can say love, then probably only wait until both sides are gray hair, old age can be trembling to say so a shocking word. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty!
I remember you said that you were afraid of being hurt. The people in the society, by us? Stand up, there will be the danger of being knocked down, go out there will be the possibility of being hurt. Walk in, close the door, lock the heart of your soul, then it is really safe. But what's in there? Only darkness, only blank; no memories, no passion. Like a pool of stagnant water, no waves, no weather. Or perhaps strike, there is a cobra in the house waiting for you.
Life is not a play, can not first rehearsal not times, acting bad, and then start over. However, the human memory is like a tape, erase unpleasant memories, re-record all the good things in life. Life can not wait for others to arrange, to fight and struggle for themselves. Enjoy life is not to escape from life; love and cherish self is not closed to self!
Come out, girl, and I *** to enjoy the wonders of the world, laughing at the high waves, the world's wind and clouds. *** through the world of flavor, shocking waves, together with the wind and waves will be sometimes, hanging straight from the clouds and sails to help the sea!
Perhaps the myth of modern love has withered in the desert of human feelings, emotional richness, thirst for the heart really corresponds to the people will only be able to sand in human nature, the materialization of the reality in front of the lament. The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure I'm the right person for the job, but I'm sure I'd like to be the right person for the job. Zhimo once said "true love is not a crime ...... I'm willing to risk the world's wrongdoing, and do my best to fight for the people, not only to avoid the pain of murder, but also to seek the goodness of the settlement, to seek the establishment of the personality, and to seek the salvation of the soul ear. I will visit my only soul mate in the vast sea of people. If I get it, I am lucky; if I don't get it, I am doomed." I'm going to follow in the footsteps of Shimo.
People say that love is not giving, I can't give you anything, and I can't cut open my heart to show you. But my heart is true, my love is true. I'm looking forward to the good news from the geese, not the cuckoo's whimper.