Appreciation of prose beauty

University has always represented dreams and knowledge, and has always entrusted students with a good knowledge. I don't deny the beauty of the university, but I want to talk about my views on the university, the depraved side of everyone.

We have this instinctive yearning for beauty and the future. From babbling, we began to move towards a goal. Whether you like it or not, we are paving the way. I received preschool education before I entered school. Neighbors can hear me trying to "show off" math every day, although I may jump from twenty-five to thirty-six. Sometimes, scholars read aloud that "the prospect of loneliness is blue, and fireworks will fall in Yangzhou in March". Now we know that the last sentence is "an old friend said goodbye to the West Yellow Crane Tower" and the next sentence is "I only watch the Yangtze River rolling in." "When I entered school, a word began to appear, that is, dreams, and dreams are linked to universities. Whether you want to be a soldier or a scientist, the teacher will say: You need people to really study, and your dream will come true in the future. Now I must scoff at this sentence, but at that time we believed that we had infinite expectations for the future. I don't have the idea of spending months and months, just thinking that when I grow up, no one will take care of me, eat whatever I want, do whatever I want, and no one will restrain myself. However, when I grow up, I know that reality cannot take care of everyone. I miss my childhood again. At least, at that time, I began to realize everything I wanted to do, except not going to school.

At school, teachers began to escalate their lies to deceive us. Talking about the beauty of junior high school gives us motivation to learn. I didn't know until junior high school that I had endless homework every day. When I was in junior high school, the teacher talked about the youth in senior high school, which made us envious. It was not until high school that I knew what it meant to stay up late than to be full, and get up earlier than chickens. After high school, the teacher talked about his experience in college and tempted us. It's all freedom, with passion you can't imagine. Now I finally understand that college will only make passion decadent. At this point, the teachers are not as honest as my father, who has always wanted me to go to college. In his experience, reading can change life and the future. This is the original idea of the university, that is, the university is great. As long as I go to college, I will have a free and bright future.

Finally, after more than ten years of hard work, I walked into the door of the university. The first day, excitement. The next day, excitement, the third day, excitement ... the thirtieth day, repetition, the thirty-first day, repetition, the thirty-second day, repetition ... Now the year is approaching, I have no passion except fatigue. At the beginning of every day, I didn't sleep. When the rooster crowed, I realized that there would be a class tomorrow. When I opened my eyes, the sun had reached the sound of noon.

I don't know why, I tell myself every day: rare, I will go to class tomorrow. But I can never get up in the morning. They say I sleep too hard, but when I have something I want to do and have to do, I can get up after a short sleep. To tell the truth, I really haven't seen much of the world, but I can draw the conclusion that less than 50% people in all colleges and universities can learn endless knowledge in class. It is conservatively estimated that the college can reach more than 70%. Sleeping in class, playing mobile phones, playing online games after class, one day, every day. There is no passion in imagination at all, and there is no feeling of wandering in the ocean of knowledge. Although I was a junior college student, I still felt terrible when I was told that I was a college student, although I felt very conscious.

Talking about college, but I can't find anything to say. In addition to repeating yesterday day after day, I feel that a new day is coming when the game is upgraded to another level, or the holiday has entered another day. Sometimes I wonder why I am eager to go home, and I am eager to go home more often. What I am facing is stepping into the society one day earlier. This is what scares me most. Maybe you will laugh at my cowardice and incompetence. But it doesn't matter, there are bitter and sweet, there are crying and laughing, this is life, this is life. What I am really afraid of is the human heart, the chilling humanity. I can't say anything in college. At least I really have time, mostly for myself. I came into contact with the virtual society more and realized that people are sometimes worse than animals. From local governments, no, it should be said that individual officials, to individual people. It is said that it is individual, but the same story is endless. This is something I think more about at school. China, what happened to you? Guys, what's wrong with you? Much ado about nothing seems to be a dessert, more like a fun place. In the novel, heaven is ruthless and all beings are pigs. It's also happening in reality. The meanness of human life sometimes makes you sigh. Sometimes, the love of animals is more selfless.

I should reflect, should I change myself to adapt to this society? I was thinking.

Life depends on acting or skill; Life depends on background or real learning; Life, is it development or retrogression? I dare not jump to conclusions, when I was in college.

Look at dew, fog and white clouds

There have been many thunderstorms these days, and they come and go quickly. There was a flash of lightning and thunder, which was cool. Lightning suddenly crackled in the middle of the night and thunder rumbled in the morning. Although the sun is scorching at noon, it will be cloudy at night. The town received rain, the streets were wet and the leaves were watery; The earth appreciates the rain and dew, the grass is charming and the flowers are shy. The happiest thing is those crops. Miao's eyes grew, and the earth turned green in a few days. Rain from the sky moistened the earth, the earth absorbed and preserved water, and the scorching sun evaporated and transpiration, so a deductive change between heaven and earth began.

This morning is cool and pleasant. The rising sun has stained the horizon with a blush, and the colors of red, purple and Huang San are charming. Country paths are covered with green grass and hairy edges, and uneven roads are dotted with puddles. Looking at the sunshine, the green grass on the roadside turned white, and this white line was crystal clear. When I leaned over to look closely, the original dense dew was covered by grass leaves, and the green was hazy and illusory, like a layer of frost.

I suddenly remembered the red tide in the sea. Didn't that little microorganism change the local color of seawater with its own colony? Similarly, water is colorless and transparent, but the environment has changed it. It is blue when it is deep, green when it is wide, and yellow when it is mixed. This small dewdrop was invited out of the soil by the enthusiastic sun, and the transpiration of water vapor cooled into water, quietly piled up on the grass tip at the bottom of the earth, and finally became dew. Although this dewdrop is small and insignificant, it is an elf between heaven and earth nurtured by the combination of the sun and the earth. It also gave the colorful sun, leaving an unforgettable short-lived magic between heaven and earth.

The sky is really unpredictable. When I looked down at the dew, the road in front of me was suddenly shrouded in fog, and I clearly saw a thick layer of fog between heaven and earth advancing slowly. The fog head rolled up and down and swallowed everything in an instant. It is no exaggeration to say that this is the biggest fog I have ever experienced in my life. The fog is so thick that there is no one across the street. Standing in the same place, I could feel the fog surging, a gentle thrust was lifting the shirt on my face, and my heart suddenly felt a feeling. The trees are dim, the path is really unreal, and the crops in the field are all black. I remember that there was fog in Mengyin and Yishui in the hinterland of Yimeng Mountain. But there is still a sight distance of three or five meters. Who would have thought that in this small town beyond the Great Wall, it is unheard of to have such a big fog on the ground. Just stand in the fog and feel this rare astronomical phenomenon. The fog is inside. So this fog is thick and thin. A thick fog has been submerged, leaving a thin gap. The blue sky is misty, then gray-blue, then white. After about a quarter of an hour, the dense fog gradually drifted west, and the white fog tail was faintly visible. This scene is like crossing a dream, like crossing a fairyland, and also like experiencing an inexplicable ignorance.

There is a figure shaking on the plot in front. Looking closer, it turned out to be an old couple, far away from the flowers, hoeing the ground while it was cold. The old man stood with a big hoe, while his wife squatted with a small hoe. A slightly frightened voice came into the eardrum: "It's really scary. The fog was too heavy just now. I have never seen it in my life. " It seems that my words have been confirmed. The magpie that landed on the telephone pole seems to have just been in shock and flew away in the distance.

As if nothing had happened, it was still so sultry. Inadvertently looked down, dew on the grass tree wet my trouser legs, and my clean sneakers were also stained with mud. A group of sparrows jumped excitedly in the grass, causing grasshoppers to jump from time to time, which is exactly what they hoped. A sparrow seems to have just enjoyed a big meal, sticking out its small mouth to suck the dew on the grass tip, and raising its small head from time to time to suck the dew given by God with great interest.

The sky is still so blue, and there are a few white clouds floating on the horizon. Look carefully, the clouds are walking, walking slowly, changing, clumping into flocs, and diluting into stocks later. Summer rain, dew, fog, white clouds, thank you for your hearty performance between heaven and earth, magpies, sparrows, grass, crops, lamenting the existence of these creatures between heaven and earth. Just like people, in the blue sky and the earth, sunrise and sunset, this kind of change, static and dynamic, autumn and yellow in Chun Lv, everything is so ordinary. ...

There is a feeling called hometown.

To those lovely and dear fellow villagers-my dear.

Dear, it's been a year since we met last September. From the end of summer in Anhui, I walked through the fallen leaves in Anhui, accompanied by the cold wind in Anhui, but I have never seen snow and ice. We gathered in a sunny afternoon, smiling and wanting to hug, but having to keep a necessary distance, because we need too much attention when we grow up.

From the initial formality to the later relaxation, we walked into each other's world bit by bit and approached each other's life, but at first it was just a faint smile and a gentle greeting. We are all inadvertently changed by time, changing our distance and changing our connection. Perhaps, wanderers far away from home are the closest relatives to each other.

From being speechless to talking about everything, it only takes a little accident. Inadvertently, we started our first conversation with a vulgar topic. Listen, the other person was really there that day and couldn't help laughing. For the sake of our grassland, we rushed here in desperation, forgetting the stars everywhere behind us, and finally only letting reality repay us with regret. You said you told your classmates about our customs. We lived in yurts, drank koumiss, went out riding, and the school was located on the magnificent grassland ... Then you bowed your head, unconsciously choked and took a sip of tea. We also began to smile bitterly. Then you began to talk about your dream of your major and your imagination of the future, but unexpectedly the reality made such a big joke. Listening to your glorious history, I can't help showing off my little anecdote and madness.

I want to see the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River. Without anyone knowing, I hastily filled in the green South on someone else's extremely cautious list, and then bought a one-way ticket from Hohhot to Anhui without telling anyone. My family ignored me in anger, and sometimes I think I don't even understand why I am so headstrong, so I turned south all the way. Unfortunately, there are too many deceptions in life. What was done was done, so my family had to compromise and began to care about my long trip. In the eyes of many people, the impression of Anhui is eternal green, eternal scenery ... and I was told that it will always be a hot day here, so I don't need to bring a cotton-padded jacket. I swaggered here with a suitcase full of light clothes, but I didn't bring anything I shouldn't. Later, I found out that it was really wrong again. Summer here is not as cold as in Inner Mongolia. When I heard this, you were already laughing, and I smiled heartlessly, only to find that my eyes were blurred. ...

Our meeting was neither dull nor bizarre, nor was it strange to hit it off at first sight. What was important was that we met and believed in fate from the moment we met. This person may be willful, bad-tempered, not beautiful, maybe not handsome, and has no RMB, but it really doesn't matter. There are some people in life, as long as they meet.

We are getting closer and closer, so close that people doubt our relationship. Maybe I'm crazy, or maybe everyone is not shy anymore. I will meet you warmly without hesitation, or do some intimate actions, or even say something irrelevant and extremely intimate, which doesn't matter, because when I am with you, I never treat myself as a girl. In my eyes, you are my buddies, the kind of people who can joke, be close and be friendly. Will care, will help, will coldly accept care and help, don't care about gossip, because we are buddies, don't care about others' suspicious eyes, because we are buddies, don't deliberately alienate, because we are buddies, and don't care whether we hurt each other, because we are buddies, the closest buddies. ...

All the villagers are my brothers. We can be close, but not lovers. We are the kind of people who are reluctant to let each other be lovers. In this way, we can cry and laugh together, be sad when watching each other sad, be happy when watching each other laugh, pay attention to each other's actions occasionally, or make no secret of our appreciation for each other, and sometimes even mention each other excitedly. But that's what we do, that's what we do. ...

Dear, let's meet and go back to the grassland together, galloping and shouting; Dear, let's meet, don't come proudly, go disappointed, and make up your mind. Dear, let's meet, neither sad nor happy, neither humble nor supercilious, and use four years of regretless youth to shape a posture that can be high tomorrow for ourselves. ...

I want to be a beautiful woman, not beautiful, not charming, full of elegance; And you, to be a group of rich people, not vain, not grandiose, to struggle with a pioneer attitude!

Let's join hands and give back the best tomorrow. ...

Dream lover

You are like a bright moon hanging over my head, I stare into your affectionate eyes, I look at your lovely expression, and I appreciate your beautiful voice. On this night, there is a little me, thinking of you in the distance. In my dream, I want to walk into you, paint a perfect smiling face for you and put it on my pillow! Oh, you are the lover of my dreams! This is so fascinating and exciting for me! Thank you, my dream girl, you are the fate I planted in my last life, and you are the love of my life!

A long time ago, I carved your name on the Sansheng stone. I want to remember you forever as long as I remember my name! God-given marriage, affectionate courtship, do you know who loves you the most?

You are the love I can't touch, the beauty I can't support and the soul I can't forget. Ah, lover, where are you? I know we are still in the same city, but we are surrounded, and that is the air. We have been bound by it for thousands of years, but we can't depend on each other closely. Are there any obstacles between us? I look up at the blue sky, I ask people, I ask the earth, and they are speechless! Turning around, I came to the stream and asked them some questions. They ignored me and looked at the stream flowing quietly and endlessly, just like the answer I was looking for!

I walked and walked until I came to a flower bed. I saw a flower smile at me, wave to me politely, and then fly to its workplace. At first I thought it was your avatar, and I almost caught it. I thought we could be together. I thought we would never be apart. But before I could stand up, it left. You can only watch from a distance until you disappear!

I looked for you a thousand times in my dreams, but you were not in my eyes. I once yearned for a beautiful city, because there was our breath. It's just that times have changed and things have changed! Where have you been? Can Google Maps find you? If you see me, you must wave to me. Don't be afraid of my pestering. I'm not as hard as a chain. I will be as soft as silk. I will gently wrap you, gently wrap you. I want to send you a kiss and carve it on your cheek as proof that I miss you. I miss your left hand holding my right hand, just like first love, your blushing cheeks swaying in the air.

Countless nights like this, I looked for your shadow in the text. I look at the trickle of handwriting, I read the lingering feelings, and my heart is wet again. Do you know what color the sky is without you? Do you know how the sun smiles at me without you? Without you, do you know how the moon croons to me? Without you, do you know how the clouds sing to me? Now, do you care about this? Do you care about my life? If you can't express it, can you give me a hint?

If there is emotion to talk about, I think tonight is the perfect night. In the rainy season, there are deep feelings growing secretly, and tears always come uninvited. I suspect that it is not rain in the sky, but tears of lovers! Listen, there is my crying voice in the rain! Look, there is my decadent figure in the rain!

Will you still cherish me as before? Do you remember the summer when we went to the suburbs together? You go ahead, I follow you closely, and I follow in your footsteps. You hold my little hand, you look back at me from time to time and smile at me stupidly. There is ambiguity and warmth in that laughter!

You are used to walking in front of me. You said you were afraid that I would be in danger. As long as you have nothing to do, I will be safe. I said that's very kind of you. Your feelings for me are like buns, wrapped perfectly. It's really perfect! You said that even if the enemy invaded, I would always be in your range, and you were my escort! Deeply moved, extremely throbbing! How can memories be so beautiful? But the reality is still cruel, it mercilessly deprived me of my happiness!

I want to say, how wonderful it would be to live in memories and return to the original you and me! If I can cross, I think I will take you back to the kingdom of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and I will let you live a luxurious and carefree life! Is it okay? I asked Buddha zu. He shook his head and said to me, "son, don't live in a dream, come back to reality, where you will find true love!" " "I woke up, so these are all dreams and hallucinations!

Dream lover, I got instructions from the Buddha, maybe I will leave you. Please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye. I want to go to a loving country and find a beloved partner to spend the rest of my life with! Can you bless me? If you can't be together in this life, can you still love each other in the afterlife? Yes or no? Possible, or impossible? Can you give me an instruction? I want to make preparations in advance, I want to bring the feelings I owe you in this life to the afterlife, and I want to continue our love!

I left, with attachment to you; I left with a lifetime of regret; I left with a little nostalgia; I'm leaving, with a piece of affection! Ah, lover, did you reach out to me? Do you still want to keep me? Ah, lover, is your face inclined to me? Do you still want to kiss me, lover, did your laughter come? Do you still miss me?

A beautiful bird is flying around in the mountains, with a clear voice and singing a very melodious song! I know you gave me a homing pigeon. She represents your feelings, and she is expressing her love to me. I saw it, I heard it and I felt it. Ah, lover, you haven't gone far, you are on the other side of the mountain! At any time, you can also go over the mountains, look at me here and tell me that the scenery here is also unique!

Wet rain on a winter night

After dark, the rain kept falling, but it was not big at all, but because of the silence in winter, it added a cold breath, which made people feel a sense of coolness unconsciously coming to their hearts, followed by a feeling of trembling.

Slowly listening to the sound of raindrops falling outside the window, I always want to find something from it, always want to find out what it is, and what always makes me unconsciously drift away with the raindrops outside after hearing the sound of raindrops falling. The answer is not clear.

I am not a person who likes rain, and sometimes I even hate rainy weather, because rainy days are always so humid and it is always inconvenient to travel. I always use rain to remind myself to bring rain gear. However, at some time, the rain will bring me some thoughts that I don't have on weekdays, and let me accidentally understand something that seems simple but always puzzles me.

Perhaps it is the quiet breathing in the rain, which often evokes something in my heart. All the usual noise melts in this rain, slowly dilutes it, and then leaves no trace. I have always liked that kind of elegant charm, not because I am lofty, but because I appreciate it from my heart. I always feel that people who have experienced some right and wrong can make life more dull and relieved, and always look at the triviality and disturbance of life with a indifferent attitude. Sometimes I wonder, can we really see through the world only after some ups and downs? Or do those faint eyes contain a past that we have never seen before? It's a little confusing

Some people say that the smell of rain is a little sad, because sometimes, just like people's mood, there are always cloudy days to release some sundries from their inner savings; Some people say it is sad, because sometimes, just like people's tears, there is always a time to leave to vent their full disappointment; Some people say it's relief, because sometimes, just like people's emotions, there is always a strong overflow to release the share in their hearts. However, no matter what the rain looks like, it is still falling slowly according to its own ideas. I don't know whether it is to remember the ever-changing desolation of the past dynasties or to tell the deep feelings at this time. I don't know.

It's still raining. I don't know how the winter rain will feel at this time. I can keep a crystal heart kissing the earth in such a cold. I don't know how such a winter rain will feel, and I can walk to find it in such a dark night; I don't know what kind of mentality this temperature will be for rain, and I can still slide tirelessly after drifting for a long time.

At this time, for me, listening quietly with a feeling of forgetting everything, slowly feeling the softness of the rain, with a little bit across a beautiful trace, let everything be silent with this moment, leaving only a water stain and slowly disappearing with the wind, which is a kind of beautiful enjoyment. I always like to put myself in a kind of artistic conception created by myself, so that I can feel the charm of everything, the sweetness of honey juice and the connotation of different concentrations.

I always feel that everything in this world has its own connotation. As long as you explore, explore and attract with your heart, you can really get the happiness you want, no matter how big or small, it's just a personal experience, that's all.

The night is deep, but the rain still shows no sign of stopping. On such a rainy night, I beat my words in front of the screen to slowly release my feelings, and then looked at these seemingly meaningless words with a cold eye, but I could never tell my sadness. Now, in such a rainy night, what is drawn, what is to be expressed, and what are you looking for on the dark road? Maybe only people who are different from ordinary people can read it.

Listening to the rain, I suddenly felt relieved. No matter how I pretend to be strong, I can't change the fact that I am an ordinary person. I'm just a woman. You can rest when you are tired and cry when you are hurt. Suddenly, I began to be glad that I can be a daughter, so that my different emotions can be revealed on the surface at will, and I don't need to hide anything with my heart.

Wet rain may be my mood at this time!

In the dream, the face of the past

Standing at the window, it's warm and cold outside in early spring.

She nodded slightly, overlooking the ground from the height of more than 20 floors. The spacious road has become a narrow link, and pedestrians on the street are like ants. Everything in sight is so small.

If she has a pair of wings, she can fly freely in the unrestrained sky, and she can fly to the legendary Little Jiangnan beyond the Great Wall to see the mountains and rivers there.

She thought that the spring there must be beautiful.

Yes, because her only one, the one who left a deep imprint on her life, has become an inseparable whole with that landscape. Just, he, will remember her?

From winter to spring, it only spans one season, but it seems like a century.

She lowered her head and stroked her forehead with her palm across the bangs, trying to recall those past events, but it seems that she can't remember how they started and how they ended. In her memory, there is only a country yard and several fruit trees, which are full of fruits. Summer winds blow from the rolling hills and often sway on the branches. ...

At this moment, memory is like an unfolding picture scroll, which comes alive in meditation.

That year, he told her that the fruit trees in his hometown yard were growing well, and his father picked them for her to taste and asked her when she could leave. She was surprised and asked him, "Does Dad already know about us?" He said, "Yes. And my father asked me to treat you well and not bully you. " Finally, he sighed angrily: Only you bully me, how dare I bully you! She smiled and a warmth rose in her heart.

Growing up, she was an obedient daughter in front of her parents. She is respectful in front of any elder. She feels that she will take care of her parents who have worked hard all her life like him in the future, or more wholeheartedly than him. He is the person to whom she devoted herself. Isn't his father her own? Isn't his home his own?

She secretly decided that when the holiday comes, she must go back to her home in the mountains to visit her father, buy some bottles of her father's favorite wine and some clothes that her little sister likes. By the way, her grandmother, who has always loved her since childhood, must be kind and warm and visit her more. She is a delicate and gentle person and will not ignore everyone who loves her. For her, every relative and friend around him is someone she wants to be grateful for. Because of their existence and companionship, she loves him deeply, and her life will not be lonely, so her life will be so full and happy. Although the biggest regret is that I can't see his dear mother, she has put her mother in the most important position in her heart, just like him. She believes that she is kind.

He doesn't know what she thinks. Two people wrote to each other several times, but it didn't affect her feelings for him at all. What she can't understand is that they will have a long cold war because of a small matter, which can last for several months at the longest. Even if she apologized to him first, she still couldn't get a short response from him. Sometimes, she doesn't understand, is he giving up, or does he not pay attention to that feeling at all?

He never knew that in life, she was a person who seldom said sorry to others, but he didn't know why. In front of him, she always seems to make mistakes carelessly, which often makes him unhappy. Every time he is angry with her, she feels very sad, but she doesn't want to make him unhappy. She doesn't mind apologizing to him. As long as he is happy, it is a kind of happiness for her.

However, what puzzled her was his long silence to her.

Maybe there are many women around him who care about him. Maybe he was just moved by her love and accepted her feelings. Maybe she is not his ideal woman. Even so, she still can't bear to blame him because she loves him deeply. She would rather stay alone in a lonely night, staring at the bright moon in the night sky and keeping her thoughts to herself than blame him.

A long time ago, she sent him a letter, in which she said to him: If one day we meet, that place will be called Spring Flower. Now, the winter that has been dormant for a season is about to pass, but the spring of life seems to be far away.

Whose hand did he hold at this moment after such a long separation? Why is her sleeve still wet with tears?

She took her palm off her forehead, wiped her eyes gently, and looked up at the northern sky, where there was her love and her dreams. In the dream, his face is still the same. ...