Lonely and gorgeous prose

Lonely flower-like prose 1 Lonely flower-like cold leaves are quiet and clear, and plain notes are colorless. Counting the willows in front of the door a month ago, the swaying charm is like your figure, stroking my warm memory and swaying acacia everywhere. Time, broken like smoke.

Peach blossoms in March, sitting alone at night, my heart is messy and sad with the rhythm of raindrops. Miss you at this time, you must be lonely as a flower. In a trance, you sit among the flowers and smile silently. There is a faint sadness in my heart. I didn't miss you because I was lonely. Actually, I'm lonely because I miss you. Add warmth to my lonely heart.

Heart is a kite released by missing, floating in your space and hitting the dust. Fly all the way to your agreed destination, one mountain and one water. I can't get together urgently, miss your every word and every expression, and banish my love for Qianshan. At the end of March, the flowers are blooming, but my heart is still wandering in your distance. Pain, is it a meteor across the night sky? Illuminated my dark future, will the dazzling brilliance fade out of my memory with the passage of time? My answer is no, what about you, Qianer? When thoughts are everywhere like floating dust in the air, this love will still poison you for a lifetime. I am too poor to let go. I would rather endure the pain in my heart and still protect me.

Think of the rainy season that year, love is undefended, and I silently walked into your life. Your every word is stationed in my heart. A knowing smile and a knowing word have just become the seeds of autumn, sprouting in my heart and blooming in that spring. True feelings are like a piece of rice paper splashed with ink. You carefully outlined the dream you described, leaving a warm mark in the years and a tearful kiss. On the road of life, it will be put to an end forever. I took this book "Farewell to Sorrow" to the far south of the Yangtze River. From then on, I miss you.

According to your season, count the joys and sorrows of the past. Every word and chapter in your life, one song and one song, once laughed at Jinghua. In those days, we read memories hand in hand in the sunset, read your flowery smile, and the joy of drinking caressed the pain of my missing, which made my lifelong dream come true.

Tonight's drizzle and breeze, fireworks dream, with a touch of travel sadness, flowed from my brow in March, and fell on your branch in May, with a little purples. It is the kind of beauty that blooms in your heart, like flowers, like misty clouds, and the window of the wind and rain gallery faces you from a distance. I miss your calm farewell expression. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, I turned and walked into the foggy south of the Yangtze River. Who knows that after turning around, your tears have flowed freely, such as peach blossoms in March, drifting away from the branches, and cherishing spring is often afraid of opening early, not to mention countless red flowers?

Miss and follow the fashion. When my words are engraved as a hope, every word fades for you, and every sentence is affectionate for you, will the tenderness in your heart bloom, and will past lives recover in the spring of May?

Loneliness is like a flower. Prose 2 is lonely and has a long mood. Let that thin and cool memory wander alone in this watery season. Let the deep-rooted acacia cause loneliness alone in this confused world. I really want to be as gentle as water on the fleeting shore. Now, only at the ferry of years, silence is like a flower.

You said that if you met me, you would be confused. I said that meeting you disturbed the dust dream. Looking at the long years, through your eyes, is your heart still moored on my shore, holding a lake of acacia water, a boat full of homesickness, stranded and lonely in the fleeting time, planted in the land of acacia, and the water is hazy and fragrant.

Flowers in the world of mortals are shy, like dreams, poems and songs. The warm fragrance in the fleeting time is like infatuation and smoke. As time goes by, the memory is still lush: time is getting older and the world of mortals is still beautiful.

Time flies like a book, bearing long-lasting love and sincere love. Time flies like running water, and it goes by in a hurry. But the memory of that time is still gorgeous and still moist.

You are like water, and your personality is like a mountain, which is destined to be an infatuation that I can't give up in this life. Looking back, I fell into your warm eyes, immersed in your affectionate eyebrows in the world of mortals. Unforgettable curtain of misty rain, it is difficult to give up old dreams. Fireworks have a fleeting time, smiling back, watching the loneliness of a flower, reading the cycle of time, and expressing the fragrance of a touch of paper and ink.

The corner of time, sitting alone in a corner, waiting for the eternity of my life. Wait until the trees are full of flowers, wait until the autumn water grows, wait until the snow is full, and wait until the end of time. Crossing the world of mortals, silently gazing at the horizon, looking back at old dreams, falling flowers and autumn leaves. Heartbeat hurts, tears hurt, a low eyebrow, a bow, you feel the coolness of a place.

I don't know how many years have passed, but the charm that still blooms in the depths of the world of mortals still blooms alone in this world. It is fragrant, with bitter flowers and scars that have been run over by years, and the helpless heart lake ripples slightly. A flower is gentle, beautiful and sad.

Sit quietly in the world of mortals and write three thousand. Watch the clouds, listen to the wind and enjoy the rain. Accompanied by loneliness, interacting with words, and following the footsteps of the wind, Avon is unique in the depths of the world of mortals. Turn around and look back, looking for you who was full of spirit, who easily broke into my life. Can you give me eternal life in this life Can that round give me eternity?

Whether you come or not, I will be here, cutting out the soothing time and the beautiful sadness of freehand brushwork. Let love bloom beautifully and let love last forever. Drink a pot of warm years and touch your soul with words in the fleeting time. In tenderness, I sincerely whisper the whispers of dreams. Just because, this feeling has been deeply rooted. Because loneliness is also fragrant.

Deep in the world of mortals, the year of still water flows. With three thousand tenderness, I promise you a warm life. Glass-like worries are hidden in the title page. A woman with low eyebrows and jade hands, counting the time in the dust and the shallow words falling from her fingertips, just wants to keep a bright season and watch the grass grow and the warblers fly; Find a quiet place and light a ray of glitz.

Past lives, for you, ink dyed dust incense, singing painful eyebrows. In this life, for you, a flower blooms in silence, called missing, and it will never fade poetically. ......

Lonely as a flower prose 3 Quiet night, sitting alone by the window. An autumn wind blew from the window and trembled involuntarily. I am still the lonely flower-like woman, blooming in the dark.

On a moonless night, sitting at the window and typing. I like this situation, this scene. A little lost and a little sad!

A naturally lonely woman fell in love with words. Just like this night, with bitter words, accompanied by tears, dotted with the loneliness and melancholy of this night!

I also thought about writing some happy sentences and chapters; However, sad handwriting followed.

A little memory, a little feeling, a little idea, and those little extravagant hopes. Everything related to me has become a jumble of words under the tap of slender fingers; There is a lot of beauty between the lines, or sadness, pain and happiness!

The cold night is like water, which deepens the loneliness tonight, and even the soul has nowhere to go. I always feel so tired! So tired! A person is not tired physically, but really tired mentally!

Thousands of years of sadness have accumulated in the corner of my eye. Ying Ying is like a tear, but it never falls. When the eyes are used to being surrounded by tears, how can the heart not be tired!

When the heart is tired, it will be inexplicable' tears'; When I am tired, I always like to listen to some sad melodies; Because only such a melody can touch my soul!

Habit is like this, a person quietly hiding in a dark corner, quietly watching the fleeting time! Accustomed to taste loneliness in the long night; Accustomed to let the loneliness in the air surround you; Let the despair and helplessness in loneliness pervade all around. ...

Looking for it, looking for it for so many years, I feel that my heart is much older. Youth has long been buried by ruthless years, but it has carved countless scars in my heart.

I am alone, full of sadness, surrounded by a vague sadness! And this kind of sadness, there is an unspeakable yearning. ...

There have been many such nights when a person looked at a person alone. Suddenly looking back, the years passed away from me inadvertently-gone forever!

Once beautiful, was taken away by the hurried years, leaving only endless confusion and melancholy! I can only keep all my bitterness, all my attachment and all my sadness to myself, savor it slowly and chew it alone!

Night, cold and clear; Autumn wind and ice! Blow leaves. In my eyes, autumn is a bleak season. Because it is always staged with withering and appears with desolation!

In the misty eyes, I saw the leaves that were blown off by the wind. At the moment of falling, I looked at those lingering branches with reluctant eyes, and there was an unspeakable pain. But the wind completely ignored it, and still brutally blew the leaves off and let them fall. ...

Lonely and flowery prose 4. Emotional desert. Cigarettes are the pillar of sadness, and the wisps of smoke from the kitchen fire are mandrakes that bloom in loneliness.

I am a woman who can't cry. When I am lonely and sad, cigarettes take the place of tears. I hide my inner weakness under the calm of smoking. The slender white rolled up my compressed loneliness and bitterness. Every time you light a cigarette, you either think of the beginning of a happy past or practice for the lost back.

Anyone who knows me knows that I am a woman who doesn't like smoking. Inexplicable loneliness makes me like to stay alone in a tall office building and light a cigarette by the window. Looking out, bustling streets and surging crowds count how many people are not as good as me. How many people are above me? I looked for the answer in the geometry woven by smoke. Am I paying too much attention to fame? Am I too partial to money? No, not at all! These are like smoke clouds to me, and they are short-lived and beautiful. Besides, I have almost everything I need now. The culprit who can make a woman feel so uneasy and lonely is naturally the man in her heart.

I often visit ancient temples and famous temples, and I like to be baptized and enlightened by Buddha. The word "wish" on the wall of the study has far-reaching implications and hides Zen. I understand it repeatedly, just to get rid of the shackles that bind the soul as soon as possible. I have been a man all my life, and I have given him everything I can. Perhaps because of this, he will feel suffocated and stressed. He didn't betray me and his family. But the heart has deviated from the track of love. I felt it in my heart, but I didn't break it. I smoke because of the cold war. Am I asking too much? Or have I given up too little? I stood at the peak of lust, closed my eyes and meditated, letting ashes fall like snowflakes.

Some people say that a woman who has no scars in her heart will not be attached to cigarettes. I have a deep understanding of this.

A sad face, a tired long hair, a pair of dull eyes, two jade fingers and a thin cigarette. There is no doubt that nature is beautiful. I don't want to pursue the elegance and nobility of suicide. I only hope that my heart, as cool as a wind chime, can snuggle up between cigarettes to keep warm.

On National Day this year, we traveled to Tibet alone. He found ladies' cigarettes in my bag when he took the tissue. He was shocked, but I was calm. I know he hates women who smoke most. Without too much explanation, I just said, "It's my lover who lives alone when I'm lonely." He threw cigarette butts into the trash can and poured out my lonely flowers with a drop of man's tears.

I recovered my lost ground with cigarettes. Finally, a loving couple embraced in the square of Potala Palace. ...

Loneliness is alive, it is tenacious and tenacious. Loneliness has followed us everywhere since all living things were born.

Loneliness is a tree with deep roots and luxuriant leaves. Whether Feng Ling and Gorgeous languish in this tree or under it depends entirely on your attitude.

In fact, loneliness is very friendly, as long as you can be kind to loneliness.

Loneliness is your lonely guest. It only needs a cup of tea, a piece of paper, a pen or a song. You can cultivate your good living habits by keeping a correct distance from loneliness. You can comfort loneliness with the wisdom accumulated by human beings for a long time and warm loneliness with a positive attitude towards life. Modulation of loneliness into a kind of creation and an opportunity can enrich your ideological experience of existence, life and self.

Xiong Peiyun (a famous media columnist) said, "If you long for light, the only meaning of darkness is to light the light".

In other words, loneliness is the seed of your thoughts, and all great discoveries and pioneering work are presented to the world after a long and arduous journey of loneliness, such as Goldbach's conjecture, Darwin's theory of evolution and Madame Curie's discovery of radioactive elements. Therefore, people who are really kind to loneliness will not give up because of loneliness, but look for themselves, explore themselves and discover themselves in the lonely journey, so as to avoid "we have gone so far and forgot why we set out" (.

People who can quietly taste loneliness are happy and valuable.

Being in a bustling and noisy city, will you get lost, drown in the torrent of secular life, put aside your busyness and look at the colorful world with the attitude of Jing Ya, and will you suddenly have a fleeting dream? Do you let your heart wander outside the troubled world and listen to your inner voice quietly through the ethereal environment?

The silence of the soul is an eternal persistence, just like an orchid in a valley, full of lonely fragrance.

In fact, loneliness is to guide yourself to a bright road, just like sticking to the true heart of your heart and quietly blooming the color of your life in a lush land.

It is a very happy thing to say "cherish" to loneliness gently, because time will not change the pace of walking because of your impetuousness, and the world will not disappear because of your sinking. A person's life is only when flowers bloom. Instead of falling asleep in the lonely arms, it is better to sprinkle a lonely fertile ground in spring and give life a different kind of affection and freshness. Do you feel much better?