Prose is a step away.

Prose one step away 1 When did her life start 100% quiet, as quiet as stagnant water that ten thousand stones can't shake? When light green crept into her heart like a snake, she seemed to realize that spring had indeed come, but it was too quiet.

The wind has been bleak all winter, and the snow has not yet fallen. In the spring of 20xx, it snowed unexpectedly. Snowflakes are flying like dust, thin and dense, flying high. Suddenly, her heart became silky and wet, and there was an indescribable melancholy. The girls around me are eager to put on thin sweaters and shallow plaid skirts, twittering like a group of birds, spreading their beautiful youth at will. She suddenly realized that she was no longer young. Cardamom's time is a little short, but now she seems particularly eager to catch the tail of youth. Time has always been simple for her, from the heavy white down jacket to the light-colored low-necked embroidered pullover, and then to the light and dreamy tulle pajamas, her life has gone from wheatgrass to wither year after year.

I am eager to dance a song that is as amazing as the world. How many steps are there from the secular to Yuyu, and from the secular to Xiange? She imagined it as quiet as snow. And her heart, instantly surging. She is a person who relies on imagination to get happiness, and all poetic ideas are materialized into imagination here.

She smiled slightly. If there is a long-distance trip, with no one to accompany you, with a wandering mood, all the way from home to a distant place, there is no purpose, just to enjoy the scenery on the roadside. If there is a beautiful encounter in that distant hometown, it will open quietly, quietly, and no one knows. If she loses contact with all her relatives and friends, a person may be happy or sad. She is still a faint smile, fixed on the snowflakes that occasionally fall on the grass.

Everything is imagination, and she suddenly misses Sanmao. If she has 0.005 percent courage, won't she lose what she cherishes?

The snow stopped and she took back her thoughts. Quiet to noisy, maybe only one step away. ...

One step away, Prose 2 is filled with spring through the thin window. In the distant mountains, the bonus is better than last year. Unfortunately, things have changed. There is a deep sadness in the pen-catching room.

In those years, because of some past, because some people lost themselves in deserted cities again and again. Seeing the egrets dancing in the jungle, I can't help feeling envious. Or I want to dance and sigh that it is difficult to spread my wings in the vicissitudes of life in the wandering years.

The wind came in a hurry last night, and I walked along the tree-lined path. Bonuses are everywhere, and the heart gauze is gently lifted. With the memory, layers of light waves rise and gently overflow with me in the oblique wind and drizzle.

I had a hard time in those years, and your understanding made me unbearable. It is true feelings, but it can't be hearty; It's true love, but it can't fade away at will; So I wrapped it in layers of gauze again.

The distance between reality and dreams seems to be across Qian Shan, or across the two sides of the sea. It seems out of reach, but it is visible. Success begins with a single step. Taking the first step is courage and determination, which is the beginning of all success.

Maybe no one can understand your heart, maybe no one can rely on it, maybe nothing. Perhaps, the road of life is our own, and everyone has the right to choose again, choose the life they want and the life they want.

Throw away the past from your heart, get rid of the past, be yourself, live the life you want, and take the road you want. Reality and dreams are only one step away. There are dead leaves here and fireworks there. Maybe everything is so simple, so casual.

Reality and dreams are only one step away. It depends on how you take the first step. Whether it is capsizing or hitting the rocks, it is your own willing choice. The winner is lucky. If you fail, you can start all over again. As long as you don't give up easily, as long as you persevere, I firmly believe in an idea: nothing is difficult in the world.

I have tried, and even if I fail, I have no regrets. Timidity is the real loser, and you will never taste the surprise after your dream comes true.

No matter what others say, the road is at your own feet and the choice is in your own hands. If external factors bother you, let your internal factors play a more important role, go your own way and let boring people talk.

Please take care of nature, protect nature and cherish the earth on which we live.

One day, I took a nap at the foot of the mountain. Looking at a pool of streams, Yao thought. The water quality of this stream is getting worse every year. In my eyes more than ten years ago, it was: clean and fresh. And now there are disgusting bubbles and stains. When the wind blows, there is an unpleasant smell.

Besides, nature is so fragile, what about human beings? What about the humans who depend on it to survive?

In recent years, due to human's greedy plunder of nature, the land has dried up, the soil has lost, sandstorms have raged, and the global temperature has risen. Water resources are increasingly scarce. Many animals and plants are in danger of extinction.

Subsequently, a group of animal and plant protectors spontaneously appeared, and they appealed to the world with their own actions, caring for the earth on which we live, giving it a fresh and clean environment and allowing life to continue.

One step away Prose 3 In the evening, the brother-in-law of the shop next door wandered in front of my shop and saw a billboard hanging high under the ceiling. He wanted to practice his flexibility and extensibility, so a run-up approached the billboard with one leg, but it was only ten centimeters short. He was sorry, and then I told him that if I worked harder, I might be able to hit the target. He tried again, but he still failed. I said, "Don't try, young man. It will take some time to work hard. " Then I started to be a tutor again, because he had been communicating his future with me a while ago, so I said, "This example makes me have to analyze the essence of life with you again. You always want to succeed in one step. Yes, I like you too. You are very savvy and smart, but you can actually get close to success. Unfortunately, because I am young, I am always imagining, not pragmatic, impatient and not persistent enough. Do everything slowly, not overnight, but in the long run. " The young man seems to understand and have never experienced it, and some words just seem so powerless.

Actually, these words are not about myself. Once, I also had many dreams. As a matter of fact, I have been trying, with failures and successes, but I am far from reaching my real goal. After so many years of hard work, I think I understand that I am calm, unhurried, full of confidence in myself, and then try my best to take every step. I believe I can satisfy myself later.

One step away, with great efforts and perseverance, many dreams can be realized in this way.

I heard that there was a party in heaven, so I hurried to heaven, but when I arrived, I was told that I was late and no longer qualified to go in. So I stood outside the door of heaven, a little at a loss. Gradually the world became dark, and the window of heaven gave off warm light. How I want to go in. Just then, I heard a grimace of a grin: "Boss, there is a guy who is not afraid of death." I turned around in panic and saw a man with ordinary eyes but a foul smell smiling at me. At this time, a gentle-looking boy came over, looked me up and down, and then turned and knocked on the head of the man in front: "Silly, look at her soul light, which is all composed of despair, doubt, jealousy and inferiority. It is clearly a person in our magic road, and the level is not low. " Uh, is it because of me? Seeing the person in front of me, I feel confused. The man stopped looking at me and turned away. I looked at his back and felt familiar. Ah! Isn't this the sickle of death? Why is it on him? Really ... but this is the gate of heaven. How can I be with the devil and say that I am their kindred spirit? This is crazy! I want to know the truth. Maybe it's just a joke of angels. "Excuse me, are you demons?" The ordinary-looking man immediately laughed when he heard this sentence: "Hehe, it's the first time someone asked him directly!" " It's like asking,' Are you a bad person?' How much rent do you owe? "

I'm a little panicked. Are they really demons?

The gentle-looking boy said, "Well, don't scare her" and said to me, "The devil is invisible, he is in your heart!" I'm at a loss. You don't say! Is there a demon living in my heart? But I want to go to heaven. How could this be

He seemed to read my mind and said, "Don't you know? Heaven and hell are always one step away, sometimes heaven is hell, and hell is heaven! "

I know a little. Looking around, city of angels, which had just given off a warm light, suddenly became cold and distant. Is this where I want to go? Why should I go in? Why can't I stay at home and be my own god? Just thinking about this, I suddenly felt a tearing pain behind me. A piece of black feather crossed my eyelids and landed on my palm. A pair of black wings spread out slowly, flapping gently between the dark night and the snow-white wall. I'm not surprised this time, as if it should be like this. I looked at the man with a smile: "Can you explain it to me?" The boy looked at my wings faintly: "I didn't expect you to have such a big resentment." In fact, everyone is qualified to fly. Whether you are a good person or a bad person, what are the real good and bad things in this world? Give birth to different wings according to everyone's mood. Your mood is not generally bad! "

The ordinary-looking man (I have decided to call him smelly) said with a depressed face, "God, a young girl's wings are better than mine." It looks like a canvas discarded by the painter at will, which makes people feel sour and painful, but it is not difficult to bear.

Let me look at my wings again. They are all black and bright black. Black is so beautiful! The boy added: "The so-called positive emotions will make you have bright or gentle wings, while the so-called negative emotions will make your wings darker and darker, but no one has ever had wings with pure colors, because there are always some good and bad emotions in my heart. As dark as you are, it's probably just you and me so far. " He bowed his head and thought for a while: "In fact, it doesn't matter whether it is good or bad. Some people like black, don't they? " Personal preference. "I quietly waved my wings and let my emotions spread in the dark. I finally understand why Lucifer chose to betray the creator and fell. It turns out that he likes black (hehe, a bit like a cold joke, but not just a joke). I silently folded my wings, ready to turn around and leave, but suddenly I saw him in the corner of city of angels, my him! He smiled and stared at the light outside the window, holding a mask in his hand. Oh, so today is a masquerade. My friend is good at makeup, but I know he is very tired. I stood a door away from him and looked at him. I found his wings are colored. Only one feather is dark gray. I tried to open my eyes and see clearly. My name is written on the feather. I suddenly feel sorry. I want to say I'm sorry, but he may not have a demon in his heart. He can't see me! At this time, someone called him. He picked up a glass of red wine, poured it on the gray feather and dyed it warm red. He pretended to be a little drunk, but walked into the castle gracefully. As soon as I turned around, I heard a stinking voice: "Ah, one of your feathers turned pink! That's the color of love! " I gave him a bad look, but he smiled at himself. I can't see this feather, but I know where it grows. I stroked my aching heart. I am so dark that only my heart and blood can breed such feathers. Unlike him, the whole world was cheated by a glass or two of wine!

The gentle boy spoke again: "I need a part-time death." I wonder if you are interested? " I sneer: "Why should I do this?" He said, "Because we are demons!"

Aha, hahaha, yes, I am a demon, and I am the most qualified demon. I even asked why. Really stupid, so I turned around lightly, waved my darker wings and took the sickle of death he handed me: "What about you?" He held out his hand, revealing the bloody red feathers on his palm. I found dark red blood stains on his back. I smiled silently. Looking back at the castle, looking at his side face occasionally exposed from the window, what a smiling face it is, but are you laughing in your heart? There was a sudden commotion in the castle: "Look! There is a demon outside the window! " Many people quietly saw me holding a "death sickle" with cold light in the dark and began to scream. Everyone screamed in horror, dodged and fled from the window. Only he looked blankly out of the window, glanced over where I was standing and moved away. Obviously, he didn't see me at all!

I looked at screaming angels and participants with beautiful wings with disdain. Their wings were probably dyed at the barber shop on the corner. Some drinks are spilled and faded! After all, only people with demons can see me! And mine actually saw nothing. He is a real angel, but it doesn't matter. I turned around, let my wings spread out completely in the dark, and said to stinky, "Pull that red one down!" " "Stinky hesitated:" It will hurt, he is in your heart! ""I said impatiently, "How dare you call yourself a demon and a mother-in-law!" Stinky was obviously stimulated by me, muttering, "It's a devil. I tried to bully you just now, but it turned out to be you. Sure enough, whoever is malicious is the boss. " Smelly grabbed the feather and suddenly pulled it out. It's not broken, but my heart is bleeding. Red blood quickly occupied the long white dress I specially wore for the party. Although it hurts, I want to laugh. "Go on!" Smelly but dodged, gentle boy helplessly turned around. I gritted my teeth and grabbed the feather with my backhand and pulled it hard. Because of the angle problem, half of the feather was broken inside me. I looked at the feather lying quietly in my hand and felt the pain caused by the remaining half feather. Well, at least nobody saw it. Let me keep this incomplete emotion. Pain is worth it. I waved my feathers at his hair. The feather circled in the air and finally landed on the windowsill in front of him. He twisted him gently and vaguely saw the word "Yang". He is not sure whether it has anything to do with himself, but I can see that he is sad, so that's enough. At this time, another girl who didn't see me skipped to his side, holding a feather in surprise: he smiled, his eyes were pure, and he was really laughing. That's what I've been looking forward to. I wish he could smile in front of me once, no matter what the image is, or smile with a simple spoil expression like this, but it doesn't matter, I finally met him, and he smiled ... really like an angel! He picked up the feather, pulled out the gold thread from the floor curtain, put it on the feather and gently put it around the girl's neck. The fair skin is lined with feathers, and I have to say that she is also beautiful.

I don't want to watch any more, I strode away from heaven and him step by step. From this day on, I sat in the tree by the window on the fourth floor every evening, waving my wings to watch him play games, watch movies and tell jokes. Sometimes when he is not here, I run in and learn from him, dragging his shoes a few yards bigger than me, wearing his white shirt and sitting in the mirror. Sometimes, my heart hurts suddenly. Once I sat in front of his window and watched his reluctant smile suddenly hurt, so I fell from the tree in shame!

Well, I won't mention this. As for the original death, his wings are very kawaii pink now, because he found his her. ...

As for stinky, I heard that he often runs between hell and heaven. I have scolded him many times for this. I told him to leave here if he wanted to go to heaven! But he said piteously, "Aren't you sad alone?" I kicked him away: "don't sympathize with me, I am a demon, and it's useless to me!" " "

As for me, I fell in love with the profession of death, so after I worked hard to complete a paper entitled "The Aesthetic Art of Death", I succeeded in becoming a full member. In fact, I just want to meet another demon like me. I can tell him with a smile that the devil needs happiness, but we don't even love ourselves. Who will love us? Then let's love silently and then remember or forget! Instead of expecting God to help us, I might as well turn myself into my own God. At least my love is proud!

Postscript:

God, I'm going to apply for a job tomorrow. After a few words of nonsense, I planned to leave, and as a result, I actually finished writing a novel that is not a novel. There are so many things that have happened recently that I can't tell anyone. Too many grievances, too much anger, too much guilt, and too many feelings have overwhelmed me. I'm suffocating. I just want to learn to breathe. But that's life. No matter what I do now, tomorrow I will still turn myself into a stall owner's manual with a smile, so that employers can choose (we are not qualified to be exclusive to supermarkets or reserve goods). I really want to ask the world: is it interesting to play with us like this? (As a result, a voice really said: Interesting! ) quit your job and go to sleep, in case you still have enough energy to continue to play with your life!