Happy-go-lucky lyric prose

Every time you return to your hometown from afar, you should come to see me. The warm friendship is like running water in a stream, clear and bright. Although it is autumn, you can't stand the temperature in the early autumn. I'll take you to a little humble pub and let the air conditioner blow away your sweat, two dishes and a few bottles of beer. We'll talk about the waves in life, soft words, sweet smiles and warmth all over the house ~

On that day, we played together and walked up the steps, but the steps were not high. You asked me to hold your hand, but this one can hold your hand. The next day, for some reason, you were in a hurry and didn't have time to wave, so you left. On that day, we met on the Internet, and you were full of lovesickness. You asked me how to locate you, and I thought I must give an accurate answer.

The feelings of meeting you are very subtle and complicated. Usually, we are far apart. We are both familiar and unfamiliar, and our relationship is difficult to locate. Our thoughts are like the software of the snail. Just after coming out of that hard shell, they immediately retract into that smooth hard shell at the slightest sign of trouble, and no longer show it. I don't know what you think, so I'd better position you as my sister, which is kind and different from my lover's feelings.

You said that you would never come back after you left, because there were no people and things you cared about. Outside the pavilion, on the side of the ancient road, the grass is blue and the sky is blue ... The days are long, the corners of the earth are scattered, and a cup of turbid wine is left over. Tonight, when you leave Meng Han, it is rare for you to get together. Only when you leave, please ask when you will return. We are like the rainbow after the rain. We appreciate it when we have it, and keep the beauty in our hearts. Without it, we have a peaceful mind. It's normal. Beauty itself is not always there. You will come lightly and leave gently. Anyway, I will thank you for your kiss. Even if you forget me, the rainbow after the rain will make me feel moved by a gentle breeze that blows my ears for thousands of miles. Happy-go-lucky lyric prose 2

There are flowers in spring, a moon in autumn, a cool breeze in summer and snow in winter; If you don't mind your own business, it is a good time on earth. Everything comes into being at the right time, and life ends with fate. If you know how to be content, life will always be happy. The bitterness of life is not having too little, but having endless desires. No matter how much you have, if you don't feel it, it's nothing. A contented person is happy with what he has now, though he has little, but everything is real. Enjoy all the spring flowers, and then think about the autumn moon, and you have leisure and happiness.

Many languages are fake, and only those that have been experienced together are true.

stick to what you know is wrong, because you are unwilling; Some people, knowing that they love, have to give up because there is no ending; Sometimes, knowing that there is no road, we are still moving forward because we are used to it.

if you love, please love deeply; If abandoned, please thoroughly; Don't be ambiguous and hurt others.

if you ever feel that every door in your life is closed, please remember this sentence: the closed door is not necessarily locked, at least push it again.

Life is not a race, but a journey. You should know how to appreciate the scenery of each section.

there is no eternal sunny day, and there is no eternal rainy season. Sunbathing on sunny days and listening to the rain on rainy days, this is the mood.

Cherish the happiness at hand, and don't wait until you lose it to regret it. There may be only one person in your life who will really care about you.

Don't forget what others said when they were angry, because that is often the truth; Don't hate the person who said this, because it is another way for him to let you see yourself clearly.

No one can go back and start over, but anyone can write a completely different ending from now on.

If I could go back in time, I would still choose to know you. Although I will be scarred, no one can give me warm memories. Thank you for coming to my world.

nothing is forever, and nothing will last long. Find an excuse, anyone can go first.

cherish today, cherish the present, who knows which will come first, the day and the accident.

Hold fast to those things that can bring you happiness, and don't let go easily because it's not smooth. Happiness is hard to come by. When you have it, don't spoil it.

because there is nothing I can do, let nature take its course. Because the heart has nothing to hide, so let it be.

insecure people just want to prove their importance, even though they know they are being unreasonable.

Time is not cruel, but we are too fragile for it.

In fact, love is not the initial sweetness, but the companionship that remains after the prosperous retreat.

all people and things, just have a clear conscience, and don't force it if it's not yours. Anyway, what leaves is the scenery, and what remains is life.

I miss that if there is a sound, I'm afraid you are already deafening.

If one day, what makes you move can no longer touch you, what makes you angry can no longer irritate you, and what makes you sad can no longer make you cry, you will know what this time and life have given you and what you have paid for your growth.

I'm afraid of being old, not afraid of the long road. Happy-go-lucky lyric prose 3

April, a memorable April, was written to me for a simple but happy day, and occasionally a little upset and sad. It was inspired by a song with an unknown name. Although I didn't hear the lyrics clearly, I felt that the melody was so familiar. In April, let all the unexpected people laugh and convey the experience of truth, goodness and beauty to the world.

—— Inscription

Thoughts burst its banks and poured down, buried with unstoppable momentum, as thin as the sorrow of cooking smoke.

It is said that a poet's sadness is in his bones, but I don't think so. In fact, what is it? Different people have different opinions! Just like people who don't define it casually, they know the native golden mean and foreign dialectics.

With such a cross section, I counted my steps with my head down, and the vortex of time took me to count the fragments of yesterday. Everything meets, separates, sees or disappears, and is arranged in harmony by montage. The nonlinear arrangement of time and space is not abrupt.

spring is the essence of a word. In April, I met unexpectedly.

thin thoughts, drifting in the wind; The journey of footsteps has no end in front. Interception at this moment, the afterglow of the sunset is rippling on Chenghu Lake, and the eyes instinctively avoid and reflect the light. Going back and forth between two points, the goal is sublimated into a belief, and the mood is carefree, calm and persistent.

Yesterday, I was swinging in a gust of wind, and a leaf fell into the arms of the sunset. The winding path in the distance is still extending with the touch of eyes. I walked away unconsciously, faster than time and farther than space. Since the eyes can't hold the kite, let it fly far away when the line is broken! In April, let it be.

Pushing open the door of time and space, falling into the forbidden area of another world, falling vertically, falling, falling. Imagine, eyes attached to the butterfly's flashing thinking and blue wings, and blossomed into enchanting flowers. I try to grasp the edge of your world with my mind, but my hands can't stand the temperature of the ice, so I can only choose rolling in the deep ... a beautiful dream and a miserable plot. In April, fantasy can fly!

in April, I met unexpectedly. Smoke curled up, a promise of light smoke.

in April, let it be. The role of light clouds and light winds.

in April, fantasy can fly! Fly over the shackles of love to the heart. Happy-go-lucky lyric prose 4

Put scattered toys into Mickey Mouse storage box, put away some half-painted paper and broken crayons, and forgot the balcony. The flowers haven't been watered for a few days, and the kettle next to them is obviously full. Put the empty bottle of yogurt in the corner of the dining table, and think about putting it back in the cupboard when you go downstairs tomorrow. By the way, turn right 3 meters from the gate of the community and buy some fried dough sticks and steamed buns with a whole drawer. Close the door and turn off the light, and feel that tomorrow will be better.

In life, we always look forward to a tomorrow with some hope. Just like before going to bed, I am used to refreshing the 24-hour weather forecast and the last message in my circle of friends. I hope that when I get up the next day, the curtain will just pass through the first morning light, and it is best for two or three birds to stay on the windowsill and sing. We always look forward to tomorrow without stint, but we spend our time in the long night, because we hope to pin ourselves on hope more than this endless night. Just like friends who are far away from memories, they haven't seen each other for a long time, but they still don't connect with each other for a while tomorrow or in the future, but they stubbornly believe that one day they will appear in a super romantic form and have a good chat.

In love, we always keep an agreement with great expectation. Sometimes, the romance of dating is half in the waiting room when meeting, and it is always exciting to roll up the bun or change one dress after another. Once, we made an appointment to have breakfast together the next day, so in the dark night when we hung up the phone, my taste buds had already smelled of steamed buns. I sent you a text message, and you laughed at me and said breakfast. I like every date, not only because of you, but because of myself who says that I can follow my heart according to the situation but seriously go to every date. You always say that I am too good at adding drama to my heart, yes, even if I just meet in a hurry, I will be very serious and punctual on an ordinary date. Please don't laugh at my messy hair or inappropriate flip-flops, and don't hesitate about my apparent indifference. I may just have spent too much energy on the way here, and the mood of going to the appointment is always better than going to the appointment itself.

At work, we always struggle with certain beliefs. Not everyone's work is full of weight, and not everyone's sense of existence is positive. Many times, we are the unknown, seemingly dispensable existence, and bear great risks for every mistake. This kind of us is very much like a screw that is a little loose but can't fall off. We are suffering but speechless and persist all the time. Sometimes I will persuade myself to give up. In the circle of friends, I send sentimental words to seek a little touch. In the morning when I stayed up all night and didn't get enough sleep, I dragged my body back to work. Life is mostly like this. I always believe that there will be something different the next day, and I really work harder, but I am lost in self-reflection every night, even self-destructive review. Sometimes work brings us far less fun than a half-asleep night, and that tired but high-spirited self is really much more inspirational than a caged mouse. But we just believe that the next day will be a little better than our present self, at least we think so.

I once thought, if there is no tomorrow, and everything is now, will I be instantly happy and excited to step on my shoulder and sing? No, when this answer came to mind, I was a little disappointed, but I really didn't. Because whether tomorrow exists or not, I will hope and try my best to do it well today. What I can't change is not fate, but this posture of flowing water and never bowing. Happy-go-lucky lyric prose 5

On one side is vast expanse's hometown in the sea, and on the other side is a wide and noisy wet beach. There is an animal whose home is in the sea, but it comes with the rising tide, but it doesn't take them away when it ebbs. So, what can they do, do nothing, or let it go?

Yes, the marine animals I'm talking about are the numerous crabs that can be seen everywhere on the beach.

when I go to the seaside these days, I catch up with the low tide. The sea is coy, shy and astringent at the end of the beach, just unwilling to go any further. Then, the empty and wet beach becomes a sea of small crabs. There are dozens of small round holes in that meter, and there must be a strange little guy hiding inside. And you can also judge the size of the owner of the round hole by its diameter. If you find a round hole the size of a soybean, its owner will be as big as a soybean. If it's a round hole the size of a soda bottle cap, its owner will be as big as a fingernail, and he's an old hand at digging sandpits.

This crab is an amphibian. Even if it is stranded on the beach temporarily, it will not be unable to live, as long as there is wet sand. However, survival is no longer a problem. What should I do if I am hungry? Besides, this beach is the territory of human beings, and how to avoid everyone who is curious about it is the most serious problem before returning to the embrace of Mother Sea.

It is estimated that the small crabs are also experts at digging sandpits in the sea, and going to the beach is just like expanding their territory. Words: digging a hole in shallow sand is digging, digging a hole on the beach of human beings is digging, that is, in the moon sea, we are not digging, and where to dig it is not digging.

Although this crab is small, its body parts can be configured like a crab: these eight legs, two big pliers, and two upright small eyes that go round and round, and its back is covered with armor. Except for the small size, people are 1% pure crabs. Although we are small, we are not small, so we are not big.

Look at our temporary home, but it's like that. You see, our brothers and sisters have one room and live in their own rooms. How free we are. It's not like you people, but also a double room, a double bed, pushing mulberry and pushing it around, so we don't like to disturb others. Let's talk about our single-family family, and we also sweep the snow in front of our doors. Neighbors keep a distance, but next door, we all know that this distant relative is not as good as the nearest neighbor. Everyone lives closer, has a care, and often strings doors or something. Whenever there is any movement, the whole village can hear it by shouting a voice. You know, protecting every member of our temporary beach crab village is to protect our race from generation to generation. Our overall consciousness is getting stronger and stronger.

This idleness is also idleness. You can't just cry and complain about life. Since the tide has temporarily forgotten us on the beach, let's go with the flow and do whatever we have to do. Although the environment on the beach is almost worse and more dangerous than in our house, our crabs have to live by the sea and eat the sand: first, set up a humble home, and then visit relatives and neighbors. We can also build a sand castle to play, and the accumulated sand makes a tower. Look at our sand castle: the square is wide and flat, the street is bright and airy, the market is crowded with crabs, the alley is sparsely populated, there are high walls and fortresses in the high places, and there are tunnels in the low places. As soon as the voices arrive, we will blow the warning horn with anyone, and the people in the crab village will immediately sneak into the tunnel in a unified way. This is called breaking the whole into parts, and we have learned your human tactics.

as soon as the sun sets, we all know that it is getting closer and closer to home. Everyone walked out of the temporary house, stretched their arms and legs in the dusk, stretched themselves, and ate some sand to supplement their physical strength. Some partners took advantage of the joy and held out big pliers to try their wrist strength. Riding the cool evening breeze, facing the floating clouds and the sound of the waves getting closer and closer in the distance, we realized the gentle call of mother sea and sang homesick songs: the clouds floating across my hometown in the sky kept calling me ... I was already full of fatigue, and my eyes were full.