Beautiful and sad prose is suitable for high school students to recite, not for love.

Walking alone I like walking alone, walking quietly and enjoying loneliness and inner peace.

Whenever night falls and the sound of books on campus becomes quiet, I will turn into the football field behind the teaching building and walk around the runway. The football field is spacious and empty, and it must be full of enthusiasm and passion during the day. But I never patronize during the day. I only like the football field at night, which is quiet and soft, like a girl who bows her head gently and a smiling loving mother. There are many people who think the same way as me. There are always people walking around me in twos and threes, running or walking slowly like me. But to me, they don't exist. Because at the moment, only I am talking to my heart. I seem to be walking on an empty tree-lined path, tasting the transcendental artistic conception alone. One thought flies, the other grows wings …

Walking alone, I seem to hear the sound of leaves falling, and the lush years pass by in my mind. With the impact of the years, youth has almost disappeared, and the dreams of the past have gradually drifted away. Looking back on my life journey, I can't help asking myself: What have I done? What did you get? Grab what? The answer is always depressing and melancholy. Maybe our life is just a process, and all the results are going to the end. Why should we care how much we get and how much we grasp?

Walking alone, I often think about the meaning of life. Man, what are you living for? Some people live for fame and fortune, others live for the benefit of mankind; Petofi was born for freedom, while Marx was born for socialist ideal. I, an ordinary woman, why am I alive? Someone told me: Live well for the people who love you. Yes, for those who love me-my relatives, my friends, my students-live well, not asking for regrets, but asking for a clear conscience; I don't want to achieve countless things, but I want to be a good person in my life, just be a good person.

If you walk alone, you can examine your marriage and love more calmly. In the uneasy days, I also questioned: Have we stopped loving? Because of my careful care, it seems that I have been far away and often cry. After countless times of walking alone and thinking calmly, I gradually understand the true meaning of love: love is not a movie, not an article, and does not care about form. Love is actually giving, giving, understanding, tolerance and trust. He sweated profusely on the court, and I walked alone on campus. He shouted passionately for his beloved team, and I swam around in front of my beloved computer. Is that because you don't love it? No, it is because of love that we can respect each other, our hobbies and our way of life. Some people's love is sweet talk and a beautiful scenery on the shore. Take Qi Mei as an example. However, some people's love is like an iceberg in the deep sea. It is silent but profound, and you need to feel it slowly with your heart. He never mentioned it, but his workers complained to me that their boss always came home at six o'clock on time to have dinner with his wife and refused to stay for more than a moment. Therefore, the happiness of being loved fills my mind. I was never his "baby" or "baby". In his mouth, I am just a "fool" and a "stupid woman", but I still feel very sweet. I like playing practical jokes on him. I like him to pretend to be angry and fight, but his raised hand gently falls on my shoulder. I like the peace of sleeping in his arms like a puppy. He is a real big man, so I am willing to be his humble little woman. Occasionally, I don't just wait for him to coax me. That kind of thing may not happen. I don't want the cold war to stiffen our relationship and break our hearts, so I will always hold his hand at an appropriate time and ask him gently: We are not angry, okay? I never feel unfair, but love suits us. Because of love, our marriage is cloudy occasionally, but it never rains or blows.

When a person is walking, he sometimes stops somewhere and enjoys the roadside scenery with different feelings. There is a stone mill in the corner of the stadium. Only half of the stone mill is missing. This stone mill has lost the meaning of making it. I think it must be beautiful when it was young, and it gave countless people endless happiness. There may be a beaming father and son around, or a cheerful mother and daughter. With sweet smiles, they turned the handle to push its round body and turned mung beans into yellow, yellow, green and green pieces. At that moment, they may smell the delicious rice cake. In the past years, the stone mill enjoyed such joy every day. But those days are gone forever, and now it can no longer turn, and even lost half of its body. But has it been depressed since then and disappeared from the historical stage? No, it just changed its name. Now it's called "coffee table". It changed its job and continued to exert its residual heat. Every morning or evening, there is always a large group of elites waiting beside it, drinking tea, talking about life, pointing out the mountains and inspiring words, and its glory remains the same. From grinding to myself, my thoughts can't help but transcend time and space, as if I saw me several years later. When I am old, I can no longer be a teacher and stand on a three-foot platform. Can I also play a role in other places like a stone mill? Or just take a nap on the couch and wait for the sun to set?

Sometimes, I stay in front of the fence. The fence is made of iron branches, through which you can clearly see what is happening in the street outside. I stopped in front of the fence, and occasionally passers-by looked at me through the fence, so I had the feeling that "I was watching the scenery on the bridge and the people watching the scenery were watching me under the bridge". There are so many cars in the street that every car and pedestrian seems to be in a hurry. In a hurry, why in a hurry? Since life is the end from the beginning, why rush to that end? I am willing to walk slowly and leisurely, and I will not miss the beautiful scenery along the way while completing my life journey.

Walking alone, I will imagine myself as the heroine in Dai Wangshu's Rain Lane. There seems to be no one around, only I am "wandering in the long and lonely rain lane", and I am the girl who is both sad and angry. That faint sadness and deep loneliness seem to have penetrated into my heart, and boundless poetry is distributed around me.

When I go alone, I often go to emotional infidelity. I miss my classmates who felt the same way in the past, and I miss my friends who confided to me today. I miss you a little, I care about you a little, and I feel very sweet. ...

Walking alone, my heart is a flying bird; Walking alone, my mind is just a gust of wind across the wilderness.

I like to walk quietly alone. ...