Passerby prose

Passerby prose 1 In fact, you can't always be the protagonist wherever you go. I didn't know until later

As a supporting role, I can't stand sex. Because the protagonist has been doing it for too long.

Or, be a passer-by again and again. At first, it was just to maintain food and clothing.

When one day there can be surplus economic power, or we can talk about the pursuit of luxury.

Suddenly a little unaccustomed, unaccustomed to an old room of 30 square meters.

I hope my bed is big enough that I can lie down as soon as I lean back.

But for some reason, I can't sleep.

Maybe someone is missing. Cold and cheerless feeling. Spread around and climb up the painted wall.

I tidied up my clothes. Everything has a history.

Accumulated those marks, marks, folds.

It's finished. It's dirty. Some are reluctant to throw. Some don't belong to this era.

Some are too ostentatious and some are too mature.

Anyway, sometimes I don't know if I'm a boy or a man.

Our generation is different from the previous generation.

I was silent and thinking. Sometimes I don't want to rest. Can't rest,

But obviously I feel tired.

So before I left the computer, I began to tidy my room.

I got rid of the unreal magical world.

I am afraid of silence.

But I have to face it.

In this day-to-day life, waiting to go out to work.

Social trends are pushing people forward, and I suddenly realize that a person can't have too many ideas, otherwise, he may not be able to adapt to the surrounding environment.

Because you need to adapt to the surrounding environment, you should play an insignificant role when you need it.

So I squatted in the corner and changed my eyes, but I was still indifferent.

Not as good at flying as before.

It's just indifference Maybe it's just the surface

And the enthusiasm is still brewing in my heart.

But this passion has no digestible goal, so it is stored in the chest and fermented day by day.

Finally, it becomes an old wine, emitting a little mellow, but it just doesn't flow out.

Suddenly I found myself beginning to blame others, but I didn't know how to blame myself.

When the curtain of reality around me rises, I try to clean my eyes, and I slowly see around.

Or just 70% to 80%. But much better than before. I dare not speak. It's deformed when you say it. The environment began to change. Change today, change tomorrow. Those lurking around, like me, disappeared when it was time to disappear, and did not appear.

This is an era of dreams. Although I have never heard of where dreams bloom.

All I know is that these people are on the road and don't even have to come back for the New Year. Even the fireworks can't be released, just sitting in front of the computer, listening to the DJ, or playing Q-Q on the mobile phone. In addition, time is running around on food and clothing.

No sigh.

Passerby Essay 2 I often describe meeting as a beautiful accident. I once said: when I met him, I met almost all the accidents, including beauty, unknowns and panic; Then I met you, feeling like walking side by side with the God of Luck, passing by with confusion and playing with the God of Mind. ...........................................................................................................................................

I don't know when to start, I don't worry about leaving, I don't stay. I was lucky to get it, but my life was lost. I am willing to come and go freely and live in peace! A friendship between gentlemen is as light as water: the wind blows the water, and the wind passes without trace. Only when the wind blows, who has seen the waves of water? Even if the Qian Qian in the water is cemented, it is already a small ripple when it belongs to the lake. The ripple can't affect the atrium, and the water doesn't remember that the wind has ever come. ...

Why is the wolf the protector of grass? The gesture of an empty cup, the good and evil of human nature, the distance between people's hearts, what is gratitude ... whenever I think about it, there will always be a feeling of moving in my blood. As I said before, you gave me an elder gesture, and this time you verified this sentence. You taught me how to look at both sides of things; Teach me how to put water in a cup, so that life is equivalent to an empty cup posture; What is the good and evil of human nature, how to treat good and evil, how to learn good and evil, how to distinguish good from evil, and how to tolerate evil and good; For a while, you always mentioned what gratitude was. I used to think that in my world, small love, gratitude and small warmth are all gratitude. After listening to your concept of gratitude, I feel a little ashamed and surprised: gratitude should include kindness! Okay, scar pain is a common problem for almost everyone. Once I thought it was just to describe a person's ignorance or optimism. Who would have thought that some people were still sick when they turned to leave? Who ever thought that maybe they were as confused as before, or waiting for help? Everyone once said I was kind. At that moment, I asked myself: am I really kind?

There is a classic intriguing: Tianya is near, Tianya is near! I would like to be close at hand, which can warm people's hearts.

Fish, anglers, bait, thus launched a unique fishing theory. At first, it was just fun and noisy. I never thought it would touch a chord one day. One winding is one knot after another. Qian Qian's knot is Qian Qian's solution-turbid is clear, moving is turbid and unbearable. A fish makes me completely sick. Sometimes I ask myself: Is today's disease really from fish, not from my own defects? How to fish without bait? In fact, I always have a picture in my mind about fishing: ten years ago, it seemed that I often went fishing by the river with my friends in groups, but I always performed the worst. In fact, I don't know how to fish, and I don't like fishing, but I still walked into a small team of people. That afternoon, the sun set; The sky is filled with the smell of kitchen smoke burning straw; In the small harbor, those strong bodies crisscross in the kitchen, in front of the door and at home, just busy for the big dinner and the laughter between the tables; I was so happy that I suddenly went to see those little fish. They seem to have been trying to take the bait all their lives. They always have bright red blood in their mouths. The fish barrel swam around, and the blood swam for a long time. I can't bear to look at it directly, but I can't put them back into the water and join the noisy.

The best thing about life and marriage is fishing: knowing how to fish, taking your time, patience is the reason, bait is the pay, and hook is the harvest. The premise of fishing itself is wisdom. Looking at so many fish in the water, I don't know which one has taken the bait. The more you deliberately look at a fish, the harder it is to catch it, and the more you can catch it at will. A willing person takes the bait, but he is worried about whether this willing person is waiting for himself, so there is a process of fishing. To know how to put in and put out, there are two possibilities for big fish to catch the hook in a hurry: one is to unhook and escape; The other is to take the bait. However, there are two possibilities for fish to bite the bait. One is a fish of his own taste, and the other is a fish not of his own taste. Delicious fish are those who are not afraid of fatigue and full of energy. That is to say, they are persistent in love and willing to sacrifice love, so sometimes fish know that they can decouple, but they still cooperate with fishermen to bite the hook. In this process, fishermen will learn about fish. It's not that it can't get rid of the hook, but that it is willing to let you catch it. Fishermen should cooperate with the fish not to be injured, cooperate slowly and understand each other, one is on the shore and the other is in the water, because we can't forget whether the fishing rod and fishing line can bear the fish ashore. These external factors depend on the rigidity of the fishing rod and fishing line, otherwise the fish will not go ashore because the fishing rod or fishing line will break if it is not done well. In fact, we have not considered many factors. Fishing is like love, love, and there are many unfavorable factors that lead to fishing. Therefore, when fishing, some' fishermen' will see that the fish on the shore is not what they want. Although it's a pity, they will put the fish in the water, but some people blindly eat it first, no matter whether it's delicious or not, which leads to many adverse reactions. (Note: The first temptation, the second fishing with its own bait, and the third, try to be tactful-be responsible for your own happiness, not too much according to your own personality! Thank you for teaching me what fishing is, how to fish, how to cherish and how to manage ... one day I will hold a fishing rod and experience life. I will cherish others and protect myself moderately!

Love, marriage and management-this is another interesting course. Most people always say that marriage is the grave of love, but you learn to walk better than children. Very appropriate and unique, it taught me what love is, what marriage is, how to locate it, and how to operate it ... Love is like learning to walk, and running is equivalent to getting married. Maybe everyone should weigh how to operate it. How can you run without walking? If you run, why don't you fall? How can a marriage run happily without a foundation? Learning to walk is the premise of running, and wrestling is a compulsory course. If you are in pain, you should listen to others' advice and learn from it, instead of staying forever because of your fall. Love is not just a "I love you". How can marriage be a "I do" play house? When is home just an imaginary paradise for you and me?

Passerby is a definition that you and I both agree with. What do travelers include? Meet, time, beauty, cherish, bless, care, indifference ... several lingering, unconsciously erased that layer of water chestnut, perhaps in those bloody days, only added a little fragrance. You once said that you are like a painting in my eyes. Because of its rich connotation, I have been reading it. When I understand, it's time to accept it. For a moment, I felt heartless and deeply guilty. If you are a painting, it will be the most precious one in my world. If I promise to collect it, I will cherish it for a lifetime! It's just that I know how to paint? When can I really understand?

I don't know when I became a patient; I don't know when, the witty girl with sensitive thinking hid; I don't know when I became a little frog at the bottom of the well; I don't know when I saw myself full of mistakes; I don't know that standing in front of you is always the tangled and disappointed self. .......................................................................................................................................................

Friends are mutual, but I have interpreted them as endless needs. I'm sorry, and I'm sorry. Thank you for seeing me clearly, pointing out the direction for me who lost my way, and bringing me a lot of gains and feelings. I can read other people's hearts and fish's depth, but I can't read your sadness.

Stars shine-if one day I can stand up and walk by myself, then I want to be a star and shine for people walking in the dark.

I have nothing to give you. May that little playfulness and innocence bring a little coolness to your world and touch a little smile on your lips.

Thank you for the fate of this life and the encounter in the sea of people! Life is long, I wish you happiness, happiness and warmth.

Pedestrians walk in the car between home and office three times.

Dark buildings, gray roads, city faces floating with black dust.

The motor rang, the phone rang, and the boss was straight without any ups and downs.

Even at night, you can't escape all kinds of artificial stereos on TV!

I can't live safely in a modern city by closing my paper and dropping my pen. My zodiac sign is neither a dragon nor a horse. I was once a green plant. I want sunshine, air and clean water. I must go back to the mountains.

Yes, I must go back to the mountains, especially in such a spring.

The mountain is green, and the mountain is illusory.

Poor city dwellers have to squeeze through road after road to get close to the mountains.

There are no steps in Zhenshan, and there is no asphalt concrete road in Zhenshan. Naughty lying pebbles, write a path between mountains, trees and grass. Curved and oblique, wandering around like a disobedient stream, I looked at the clouds in the far west and listened to the birds singing on the right. There are no traces of wheels on the road, only the footprints of people and dogs left in the mud after the previous rain. Whose foot is this, the perfect path? Where does this road lead?

I'm alone, and I have a piece of incense in my left pocket. Alas, the decadent habits of modern people! The bag on the right is two small rice balls made at will. Rice balls are sandwiches that poor people used to eat when they were young. She was hungry and greedy, so her mother couldn't get delicious snacks and fruits, so she scraped the rice cooker with a shovel, and a rice ball was born, twisted with wet towels and kissed pickles and radishes! Holding nostalgic food, I strode quietly to the mountain leading to the path.

Shan is a silent lover, but he must not be bullied.

The trees, grass, flowers and stones that love the mountain are closely attached to the strong neck and majestic chest of the mountain. The clouds came, the wind came, and mumbled some vague words to them. They were ashamed, covered their mouths, lowered their heads and headed straight for Lover Mountain. Shan is a passionate man, and love is love! Trees, grass, flowers and stones stand upright in their arms, completely unmoved by the irony of clouds and wind.

My soft shoes greet every stone on the sleeping path, and my eyes are full of mangosteen, fern and bamboo on the side of the path. Sometimes a pool of water emerges implicitly from the hillside. Its name is spring water, which is crisp and moist, nourishing the moss and small trees beside the spring water. There are birds flapping their wings in the air, desperately trying to fly to a higher sky. My heart is like moss nourished by spring, like a bird flapping its wings to the sky, peaceful and carefree.

The more tired the thin sunshine was, the more I longed to have a rest in the dark clouds, and finally I was sleepy. The colors of the sky and the earth faded, and it rained.

The two sisters mischievously played tricks on each other and walked for a while, which made me hurry to walk or run for a while. Walking, I thought of a joke, "Isn't it raining ahead?" I will see the mountain scenery step by step in the rain, and I will never be in a hurry again!

Rainy, falling on the mountain, the mountain and his lover are gorgeous! The color of water is full of the breath of spring, which makes people want to kiss heavily! One kiss, two kisses, three kisses ...

On the lonely mountain, I am not the only passer-by, but there is a large group of people in front! Pick things, carry them on your shoulders, and wrap them in boxes with your arms. Men and women, old and young, all have a young woman in red! Flower umbrella, black umbrella, green cloth umbrella, front umbrella and back umbrella happen to coincide. These umbrella arrays became shrinking bacteria, and they took refuge with me in an abandoned factory.

Only the giant shed is left in the factory building, and the fence is completely gone. But the cold wind is influenced by the terrain and no longer soaks people. An aunt with a wet umbrella only gave me a look and asked with a simple smile, "Why didn't you bring an umbrella?" As a greeting.

I laughed too. Seeing their new clothes and shoes, I saw that each of them worked hard and intently to find some rags to wipe their wet shoes, while brand-new handkerchiefs wiped their faces carefully. There was a voice with a thick throat and said:

Passerby Essay 4 is another graduation season, and all kinds of message cards fly to my desk like snowflakes. Behind the card is your smiling face like a flower. I seem to see you jumping, shouting, chasing ... coming towards me. What is rippling on your smiling face is the joy of youth, the resentment of conflict in play, the joy of small achievements and the pain of frustration in growing up. "Iron Camp and Wandering Soldiers" graduated in a hurry after only a short contact for one year. Are you my "traveler"? A few lyrics gushed from my heart: "Heaven and earth pass by in a hurry ... the world of mortals is rolling, and infatuation is deep, and sometimes we meet and leave ..."

In September, when Feng Danhong was there, I was about to step into the sixth grade classroom again. "Things are different, and people are not omnipotent." I miss those children who have been working for four years. I sincerely oppose your naughty and troublemaker-led class. I look down on your procrastination and don't like you boys and girls fighting for a little thing ... but do I have a choice? I had to bite the bullet and go to the podium.

Applause, warm and lasting. At that moment, a thin warm current surged in my heart. I talked for a long time, and I talked about countless rules in one class: clean quickly, before the bell rings; After the bell rings, the teacher walks from the office to the classroom immediately, and can't walk behind the teacher without special circumstances; Boys should learn to be polite to girls. Girls are gentle and refined, I can't be glib ... In short, I have more things than your mother, don't you believe it? Wait and see.

"You not only taught us knowledge, but also taught us to be human ..." A girl wrote in a letter to me the other day. Teachers' duties: to preach, teach and dispel doubts, and "preaching" ranks first. I thought of Confucius, who took his students for a spring outing by the Surabaya River. Confucius' preaching is intangible. Watching the surging Surabaya River flow away, Confucius talked about water, aiming to teach young disciples to be virtuous, affectionate, ambitious and good at teaching. It seems to be a teacher's bounden duty to infiltrate patriotism, love home, cherish punctuality, respect the old and love the young, and care for all flowers, trees, stones, insects and birds in the world in daily teaching. But you gave me such a high evaluation, and I was very uneasy.

I remember that in the first Chinese class, I didn't teach the text according to the textbook, but started with the habits before class, and talked about the channels for learning Chinese besides the textbook, taking Wan Li Road and reading thousands of books; Tell me about my trip to Xiangxi, the diaojiao building of Tuojiang River and Phoenix. Finally, I read an article I wrote about furong town's feelings and a five-tone song named Huanglong Cave. There was silence. What I saw was a pair of amazed and eager eyes, which finally ignited their "fire" of learning Chinese.

"You are the first teacher I have ever seen who doesn't procrastinate ... you are willing to be friends with us ... Besides teaching Chinese, you will also help us do math and science exercises. I really admire you ... "This is a letter written by the" naughty king "in the class. Is this from a child who couldn't even write sentences fluently at the beginning? Although there are still some typos in it, and some places are not very fluent, not to mention the layout of the article, it is true that everything he wrote really happened in class and was written with his unique brushwork. My heart was stuffed into a ball of cotton. I don't know whether I am rejoicing in my child's progress or regretting the many foundations he left behind. If the fate of our teacher-student love can continue ... Alas! There is no if in the world. Maybe others can't see his progress in the final paper-and-pencil exam, maybe he will give me a few headaches, but I am really moved by the true feelings flowing in his pen. "Enlighten wisdom with wisdom, enlighten soul with heart", this sentence is really good, I think I know a little about its true meaning.

I still remember Zheng Chenggong's class, which led to Huo Qubing's ambition of "How can we be home before the Huns are extinct" and Yue Fei's lofty sentiments of "Hungry for pork and thirsty for Huns' blood". It led to Qi Jiajun's "military orders are like mountains" and the feat of sweeping the Japanese army; This leads to Lin Zexu's feelings about home and country, that is, "it is selfish to be born and die, and gloating is inevitable" ... The class once set off a reading craze of "China has been up and down for five thousand years". I really want to take a picture of you when I watch you concentrate on your study. Unfortunately, I don't have the habit of bringing my mobile phone to the classroom. However, from time to time, I will give you an example of Huo Qubing winning more with less, or tell a story about Qi Jiguang being afraid of his wife. From your admiring eyes and smiling expression, I can see that you have fallen in love with these historical figures deeply. Yes, which boy in adolescence has no heroic dream and which girl has no hero worship complex?

"I like reading and Chinese classes since last semester. I like the story told by the teacher, and I like listening to the teacher read poems ... "This is a letter from another girl. Oh! It seems that in your eyes, I am transparent and can't hide anything. Speaking of my love for classical poetry, it goes back more than thirty years. In the morning meeting class in normal schools, one day a week is a fixed time for reading and reading Mandarin, and two days is a free reading time. Teacher Gao, who teaches Chinese, will come to the classroom on time, write a Tang poem silently on the blackboard, add a few words and five sentences, and then turn around and leave. I can assure you that I will remember all the stories that the teacher copied on the blackboard. With this accumulation, I read beautiful poems and the most beautiful love poems with teacher Li Bo in the Himalayas, and on this basis, I read 300 Tang poems and 300 Song poems. I am familiar with 300 Tang poems, and I can't and can recite them. I am willing to recite poems for you and lead you to do so together. Poetry has a soul, even if you have nothing in the future, you can still have poetry and distance; Even if you are rich in the future, poetry can remind you of home, responsibility and the world. I hope poetry can fill every corner of your life and every moment of your life. I hope you are as tenacious as Sun Donghui, as persistent as the takeaway brother Lei, and as extensive as the triple crown.

"Hua Lin Xie Chunhong, too hasty, helpless ..." In an instant, two semesters will be over. The horn of parting is about to blow, and I know I should pack for you.

Thank you for your company in the past year, 26 bright flowers. With you, ordinary life makes waves; With you, in the dark, in the wind and rain, you can feel the sunshine; With you, the withered winter is also full of fragrance.

Originally, I just wanted to treat you as a passer-by of life, but you walked into my heart. Birds always leave their nests, while eagles always fly. At this parting moment, let me take you to sing "The golden willow in the sunset is the bride, and I look forward to your long pole in the gentle waves of He Kanghe ..."

Prose about passers-by 5 A song has been circulated many times.

Time seems to have returned to the past.

Freeze a picture quietly.

Just like an old friend reappearing.

More or less said goodbye.

No excuses.

Drift away like the wind

gone for ever

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An ordinary period of time

There are always some lonely moments.

Play it over and over again

I always miss you inadvertently.

Those warm moments

The smell of your smile

Still like the warm breeze.

Brush my face gently.

Never go far.

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But where can I find it?

The reappearance of the past

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Finger pointing

So far apart

How many lies and vows

Just a smile.

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Walk through the banks of time

Singing all the way

Lonely all the way

Flowers bloom all the way

There was a sea of people along the way.

Dust of the years

How much noise is covered and buried?

But I can't take it away.

Those naive feelings

Some nostalgia has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.

It is the most touching fireworks in the world of mortals.

You are the most beautiful passer-by in my life

Never changed.

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No matter how time changes

I miss you occasionally.

Occasionally, it will help you heal and keep warm.

Could it be in the dark night?

You think about it occasionally.

Been together for years.

My heart hurts inexplicably.

You are the most touching fireworks in the world of mortals.

The most beautiful passer-by in my life

Never changed.