Prose poetry composition

Prose Poetry and Composition Part 1

Cut off every wisp of wind and catch the sunshine.

In the gap of the hourglass,

The lost time is picked out.

Use a sky-green jar to catch the drizzle during the Qingming Festival.

Stir it up like moss on a blanket.

Let the wind, sunshine and time flow freely. Fingertips slipped.

Boiled on the faint blue flame,

The water vapor curled up,

I vaguely glimpsed the scattered green figures of those years,

< p> And the promises shattered everywhere.

Accompanied by the delicate and soft female voice, the most familiar, yet chilling melody is composed,

“The good times will never come again, and the wind and rain will disappear like the year. ”

They are distant words, inexplicably familiar.

It looks like a girl in a skirt running in the snow,

Ruona's rabbit "running around".

Those who are separated really cannot come back.

"The clothes are not as good as new, and the people are not as good as before."

It is a joke that is too old.

The falling snow covered up the deep and shallow memories of those years.

The autumn wind rises again,

It cannot blow back.

Time boils the rain, and the rain brews time.

Is that an intoxicating poison?

But why did you raise your glass and drink it all... Prose Poetry Composition Part 2

What is love? Helping others is a kind of love; caring for others is a kind of love. Therefore, a person who knows how to repay love, give love, and care for others is a truly caring person.

There is love all around us.

Mutual help between friends is a kind of love. If a friend is enthusiastic about helping others, or helping you, it means that this friend is a caring person who can also be loved by others; the love of parents. Some parents love their children very much. For example, if a child asks an adult for money, the adult will give it to the child in large amounts. Some say it is a kind of love, others say it is not. I replied, yes, this is a kind of love, but it is an excessive love. The true love is that parents can educate their children seriously and help their children when needed. This is true love; teachers educating students is a kind of love. A teacher taught a student severely. The student said sadly that the teacher was criticizing him. I said, this is not a criticism, this is the teacher's care for you, educating you to correct your mistakes, and caring for you.

There is also a lot of love, love in nature.

Some people say that rain moistens all things. This is a kind of love that dedicates itself to helping others. It uses itself to nourish thousands of creatures, and all creatures are inseparable from it; the sun has been a devotee for millions of years, and it also has the love of helping others. It illuminates the earth, releases sunlight, and gives Plant life, and because of this, all things are inseparable from the sun.

Lighting up love is familiar. Just like the "blind man" and "Meng Mu moved three times". We need to understand what love is, real love.

… Prose Poetry Composition Chapter 3

Opening the door of literature in modern Chinese history, the drifting smoke has taken away the chaos of war and brought peace. The only thing that remains unchanged is China People's passion for literature. Prose poetry is an unattainable height in Chinese literature and a dazzling pearl in the palace of literature. I don’t know when a trend of prose poetry started in the world. It sneaked into my heart quietly and unconsciously, and reading prose poems became an indispensable thing for me every day.

Gently opening the window of prose poetry, I seemed to have entered a new world of perfection and beauty. The slowly rippling ripples, the empty and quiet valley, the boundless blue sky, everything looks so charming in my eyes.

At a glance, Grandma Bing Xin stood delicately, singing about pure love and describing the beauty of nature. I seemed to see through Grandma Bing Xin's heart: "Childhood! It is the truth in dreams, the dream in truth, and the tearful smile when recalling it.

She expresses her praise for innocence with lyrics that are "full of tenderness and sadness"; Grandma Bing Xin is a daughter of nature. In her heart, there is always a piece of land left for nature: "The waves of my hometown!" Your splashing waves, just as they knocked on my rock drop by drop in the past, are now knocking on my heartstrings drop by drop. "She admires nature and loves nature, and every word exudes the breath of life.

Crossing the clear stream, Haizi walked towards me, "A flock of birds like black raindrops flew from dusk. In the dark night, there is nothing in the night, why give me comfort?" This sad poem lingered in my ears. Through the conversation with Haizi, I felt the warm and turbulent poetry of Haizi's "The flowers of life in May are extremely brilliant"; I understood Haizi's sadness of "cherishing the dusk village, cherishing the rainwater village, and the cloudless sky is like my eternal sorrow"; I also understood Haizi's attachment to the precious human life that "human beings are as happy as plants, love is as happy as rain" .

Prose poetry is a huge spiritual wealth. It gives readers beauty and imagination and creates a perfect and beautiful world for us.

Prose poetry is a broad art. Language art, its artistic techniques are bright, graceful and feminine, straightforward and masculine, and very charming.

Gently open the window of prose poetry, showing a vibrant world of prose poetry. This profound knowledge will become more and more prosperous.

Prose poetry, I will always follow you!