Emotional prose essay

Emotional Prose Essay 1

Bow down, vicissitudes of life, friendship, and years. Who is moaning alone about the wetness of this life?

Reincarnation, faith, cardamom, and years. Who is secretly sighing and pondering the colored glaze of the past life?

Who is drinking three thousand glasses of water alone, who is drinking alone when the prosperity is gone, and who is full of yellow flowers for whom.

On the streets of the mortal world, who plays the piano leisurely and sings softly, the glazed tiles are broken, and who loses his youth for whom.

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If you have never truly loved, maybe you will never understand what heartbreak is, and if you have never cherished it, maybe you will not feel the time of loss. would be so powerless. Look back and think about whether you have ever regretted a certain decision, or whether you have ever loved someone deeply, but were afraid that you would be hurt and pushed away your own happiness until he disappeared from your world and can no longer be found. !

Where is the girl you once said you would protect? The man who once said he would always pamper you and let you go, where is he now? Maybe you will understand after you have been hurt. Those who you love deeply or those who love you deeply will leave one day, and promises will become worthless in front of certain things! Such as money. . . . .

Is there such a situation that you will suddenly become silent inadvertently, and suddenly you will think about some things that you have obviously forgotten or ignored for a long time, and then you will keep crying. You keep crying, but after you finish crying, no one understands why you cry. In fact, it’s not the people you can’t let go of, but those things, those memories that only belong to the two of you.

Forgetting how everything happened, when it happened, and why it happened, we began to become silent, cautious, and even insecure. He left so many memories in your heart. All your changes are for someone who is very important in your heart. That person may be so important that you don’t even know it!

Have you ever asked yourself, do you really love him? Does he really love you? Do you have a future? In fact, the gap between the two is too big. Whether you love them both, please think carefully about it. Remember that the story of Cinderella and the prince only appears in fairy tales! We must be our own heroes! Emotional Prose Essay 2

On Sunday, I suddenly thought of buying some books at Sanxiaokou Xinhua Store. I haven’t been to this bookstore for many years. It used to be a science and technology bookstore, but now it has merged with Sipailou Xinhua Bookstore. Standing downstairs of the bookstore, I used to buy stationery here when I was young, and I still have memories of selecting and browsing books. As if floating in front of my eyes. Looking up at this landmark building in the Sanxiaokou business district, the exterior and interior look have been completely renewed.

Walking into the first floor of the bookstore, the first floor is the "Boutique Pavilion", which has a coffee area, a mobile phone product experience area, a brand-name watch display area, as well as stationery, handicrafts, the four treasures of the study, etc. I did not stay on the first floor, but went directly to the overpass and entered the door of the second floor of the bookstore. I opened the tight windshield curtain and opened the glass door. "Standing" at the door were several serious and ruthless doormen: "Infrared scanner" ” This means that no one can “steal” a book as their own just because they cherish a certain book, have no money, or simply don’t want to pay.

The second floor is the "Creativity Pavilion". The hollow atrium is filled with birdcages decorated with flowers, which gives it a sense of depth and a literary atmosphere. On the well-decorated hollow shelves are some very exquisite tea art products and creative stationery, which are dazzling and pleasing to the eye. To the east of the hall is the tea art workshop. The romantic and warm booths seem to form a small tea tasting study room. The quaint and quiet layout is refreshing. Look, three or two pairs of young lovers are sitting next to each other or facing each other. Some are immersed in reading, with one or two bottles of fashionable drinks or steaming tea on the table; some are immersed in reading mobile phones, and their fingers are dexterously swiping on their smartphones. , I don’t know whether I am trying out a new mobile phone or browsing a web page?

The third floor is the “Fashion Hall”: exquisite pottery, bone china, flowers and various life arts. Since there was no need to buy gifts, I walked through the corridor and stepped directly onto the stairs to the fourth floor.

I remember that the bookstore in the past was simple and crude. Those marble steps were narrow and steep, and you would fall if you were not careful. Now there are suspended wooden stairs with elm patterns, which are flat, refreshing, beautiful and generous. The stairs are hidden in the tall building on the fourth floor. Under a row of bookshelves, stroking the smooth railings, you can smell the strong scent of books as you walk on every step of the stairs.

Standing at the entrance on the fourth floor, the "reading consultant" (the former salespersons now have a friendly name of reading consultant) told me that the fourth to sixth floors are book areas, divided into literature and art categories. . I looked around and saw that the style of the entire bookstore was no longer what it used to be. In the past, there were rows of tall bookcases along the wall, and in the middle was a shorter bookshelf, which was full of books. It was crowded with people who came to buy books and read books every day, and the readers would sit on the floor when they got tired of standing. The salespersons are often busy shuttling between readers and customers. The management of the bookstore is chaotic, the books are confusingly classified, and there are no anti-theft measures. Although there are many staff, their hands and eyes alone cannot see so many readers. There are many books. Or it was "stolen" by a few readers with bad intentions. (Haha, if a scholar steals a book for the sake of stealing, let’s just think of it as “book theft”.) Look at today’s bookstores, which are well-organized and have clear classifications of books. You can find the books you need directly, which is convenient and timely. Reading consultants no longer have to keep an eye on each customer, they only have to do the reading guide and computer checkout.

It was very quiet in the hall, and soft music floated in every corner of the bookstore and into the title page of each book. Compared with traditional bookstores, this place places more emphasis on the humanistic features of books and a reading experience full of humanistic care. The silent carpet makes all activities harmonious and orderly. The small craft ornaments between the bookshelves not only add to the style of the books, but also make readers feel that the place embodies the "literary style" everywhere. Seats and desks can be seen everywhere, either quaint or fashionable. The small pen holder on the desk also provides pens and paper for readers. There is a water dispenser in the living room area, and there is a small and exquisite trolley next to the bookshelf. These details seem to create a space for readers. A more comfortable, beautiful, warm and romantic reading space.

Nowadays, people’s lives are fast-paced and stressful. Coupled with the development of the Internet, online bookstores are also convenient and fast, and fewer and fewer people visit bookstores. Although the environment of the bookstore is so warm and elegant, there are still very few people reading, and most of them are young people. Some of them sit at the desk in the corner or on the soft and comfortable sofa to read, and one or two simply sit there. On the silent carpet, he was leaning on the bookshelf, looking down at the books lying on his legs; there was actually a boy sitting on the carpet between the two types of books, playing games on the tablet intently, with an expression more expressive than the person reading the book. Also focus.

Walking in the ocean of books, I once thought I had read a lot of books, but suddenly I felt that I was ignorant and pitiful. Only when I gathered among the mountains of books did I deeply feel the lack of knowledge. Talented people have emerged from generation to generation, and famous modern writers are springing up like mushrooms after a rain. Many of their works have never been heard of or seen by me. Lingering in front of each author's series of works, flipping through this book and looking at that one, many of them are hard to put down, and my head is a bit swollen, and it is full at once. As a modern urban woman, with busy life and work pressure, I usually don’t have time to visit such a beautiful place, but I can’t buy every book home. What should I do? I decided to select a few books that I like and have the characteristics of the times. books.

Browsing through my favorite female writers Sanmao, Zhang Ailing, Xiao Hong, Qiong Yao, etc., those familiar and unfamiliar works flashed before my eyes, thinking about my admiration for them. That era has passed, and although I still admire them now, I have no intention of buying their works. Those Chinese classics, the titles of which are familiar to me, but I hardly remember the contents or details; and those foreign masterpieces, with familiar names jumping in front of my eyes. When I was a student, I spent a lot of time reading them. Now, It all disappeared in my mind; when I look at China's modern literary works, my memory has returned every little impression to every literary predecessor. As a literature lover, due to the busyness and hardship of life, I have lost a lot of my understanding of literature. The memory is thrown behind my head, and my understanding of contemporary literature has almost become a blind spot.

The warm air conditioner and the anxious feeling of confusion in my heart made my whole body temperature rise sharply, and beads of sweat appeared on my forehead. On the one hand, I was thirsty for knowledge, but on the other hand, I was confused by the vast ocean of literature.

I am like a traveler crossing the boundless desert, unable to find the direction and unable to see the oasis; and like a little fish swimming in the sea, so small in the vast ocean, unable to see the blue sky above my head. If you don’t know the depth of the ocean, let alone where the end of the boundless ocean is?

Walking in the sea of ??books, books are a person’s spiritual food. In this life, we can endure material scarcity, but once we are spiritually deficient, life will lose a lot of meaning. In this materialistic society, we can endure material poverty, but we cannot endure spiritual poverty. There is no limit to people's material enjoyment. If we are unable to satisfy this vanity, then we should enrich ourselves spiritually and let this poor soul soak in the paradise of books, so that the spirit will become more and more full.

Finally, I chose a Buddhist classic by Master Hsing Yun among poetry, prose, travel, short story collections, novels born in the 1970s, analysis of classical poetry, and even Buddhism. . Looking at the cart full of books, I still feel unsatisfied. I know that I can't chew off more books. I will buy them next time after reading them, comforting myself in my heart.

Due to time constraints, I cannot enjoy reading here. After paying the money and walking out of the bookstore, I didn't forget to look back with envy and nostalgia at this modern new concept bookstore that stands in the city center and integrates culture, art, and life. Its main purpose is to create a home and a place for people outside of work. The third space is accompanied by music, immersed in the fragrance of tea and coffee, cultivating a strong atmosphere of literature and art, and feeling the fashionable atmosphere of a modern metropolis. In such a picturesque, aesthetic and artistic realm, it is What a wonderful enjoyment! Emotional Prose Essay 3

"The people in Luoyang are so kind! I held my child in my arms, and someone offered me my seat as soon as I got on the bus." During the National Day holiday, I was strolling by the East Lake in Wuhan with my family, and suddenly, I heard these words of praise for Luoyang people coming from next to me.

Turning around, I saw that the speaker was a thirty-four or five-year-old woman, holding hands with a three- or four-year-old boy. I asked in surprise: "When did you go to Luoyang? I am from Luoyang!"

The lady happily told me that she was from Xiangyang and came to Luoyang with her children in April this year. Peony, every time she gets on the bus, someone offers her seat. She thinks Luoyang is really beautiful with flowers and beautiful people!

This lady’s words immediately reminded me of the same or similar experience I had with her——

Since September 1st, my wife and I have taken turns taking the bus. The task of taking my granddaughter to school. Every day, when we, an old man and a young man, get on the bus, we often encounter a situation where the bus is full of people. Although some young people sitting there turn their heads to look out the window or look down at their mobile phones, others will soon join us. Give up your seat. One day it was windy and rainy. My granddaughter was wearing thin clothes and waited at the station for a long time before getting on the bus. The car was full of people, so I could only hold on to the railing between the driver and the driver with both hands, and use my elbows to try to open up a little space to protect my granddaughter from the involuntary shaking of the standing passengers in the car. Surprisingly, no one gave up their seat for a long time. When I looked carefully, it turned out that the seats in front of me were all old people, pregnant women, or women carrying children. Just when I no longer expected to be given up my seat, an old woman in her 60s or 70s in the seat next to her grabbed my granddaughter's arm and said, "Hey, dear, come to grandma." I quickly said thank you and let my granddaughter walk over. , standing on the high steps next to the old woman's seat. Unexpectedly, the old woman grabbed her granddaughter's hand and said distressedly: "Look at your darling hand. It's freezing cold. Come, sit on grandma!" The old woman hugged her granddaughter and then untied her. She opened the buttons of her blouse and completely covered her granddaughter - this scene made me so moved that I said "Thank you, thank you" repeatedly. When I got home and told my wife, she sighed: "There are still many good people in this world! As soon as I took my granddaughter into the car, people gave up their seats."

Ms. Xiangyang's praise of the people of Luoyang was obviously based on After comparing the car riding situation in other cities, my sincere feelings are more objective than my wife and I’s feelings. As a Luoyang native who loves his hometown, I was really proud at that time and couldn't help but say: "Our Luoyang is a civilized city in the country, and giving up your seat on the bus has become a common practice!"

Thinking about it calmly afterwards, despite these The civilized quality of our people in Luoyang has been greatly improved in 2018, but it goes without saying that there are still uncivilized phenomena such as some people crossing the road, running red lights, spitting, and littering.

Even if Ms. Xiangyang praises "giving up your seat on the bus", as I mentioned before, not everyone can do it. In the face of praise from outsiders, we can be proud, but we must not be complacent!

Admittedly, whether to give up your seat or not to run a red light are all trivial matters, but these trivial matters are an important reflection of the degree of social civilization. If every Luoyang person and even every Chinese person can start from small things such as giving up their seats, spread civilization and love, accumulate a little into a lot, and gather sand into a tower, the entire society will become a beautiful and warm home. Emotional Prose Essay 4

The weather in early winter is very cold, drizzle is falling, and gusts of cold wind are going straight into the seams of my bones. At this time, the conference room of the Internet company was like a spring breeze, warming people's hearts and minds. On the afternoon of November 30, Mr. Huang Lingshan and Mr. Zheng Yunqin, the honorary editors of "Selected Micro-Novel", were invited to Nankang to exchange creative experiences with Nankang literary friends and reminisce about the bitterness, sourness and sweetness of creation. The conference room was filled with distinguished guests, full of smiles and constant applause.

Both highly respected teachers have retired and are already in their sixties. Most retired people hope to enjoy the happiness of having children and grandchildren around them and a family relationship. However, there are two teachers who have never stopped pursuing and exploring on the road of literary creation. The two of them always have a passion for literature and work tirelessly in their posts. With respect for the older generation of writers and a happy mood, I had the honor to listen to the lectures of the two elderly people at close range under the care of Mr. Shi. They talked about their hard work and their life in the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Teacher Huang Lingshan said that he has shown his talent for literary creation since he was a teenager. From junior high school to high school, his compositions often received perfect marks, and his teachers often used them as model essays to read in class. The teacher's encouragement and the appreciation of his classmates made him more enthusiastic about creation.

He hoped that his articles would be better every time, so he began to read a large number of literary books and look up information. He has been creating amateur works since junior high school. When he was in the first grade of high school, he published his first story "I am Six Years Old This Year" in "Shanghai News Daily" and "Beijing Comics".

In 1958, when he was only 19 years old, he published his first real novel "The Unmarried Mother" in the "Chinese Women's Magazine" under the pen name "Luo Ya". The article tells the story of a strong female director who brought up two revolutionary orphans. In order to write this article well, when he was still at an ignorant age, in order to understand the real life and inner activities of the characters in the article, he learned about and observed the lives of his neighbors and family members. After several revisions and careful speculation, this article aroused the love of many readers after it was published.

In November of that year, it was translated into foreign languages ??and published in "People's China" for distribution and dissemination to countries around the world. It has aroused considerable repercussions at home and abroad, and has also received many letters from readers who love him. Some readers even think that he is a female writer from his pen name and delicate words. Although this is just a small "own error", it also illustrates the success of the article on the other hand. This also gave him his first taste of fame at a young age, and it was from then on that he began to truly embark on the path of literature.

Teacher Zheng Yunqin, editor-in-chief of "Selected Micro-Novel", is a national first-class writer. He has published 12 fairy tale collections, and his works have won more than 30 literary awards, including the second and third National Outstanding Children's Literature Awards, the fourth Soong Ching Ling Children's Literature Award, and the Golden Crown Award of the National Fairy Tale Masters Invitational Competition. Received special allowance from the State Council in 1999. In 20xx, he was named "The Third National Top 100 Publishing Workers".

In November 20xx, he was elected as the writer representative of Jiangxi Province to attend the Seventh National Writers Congress. The award-winning fairy tale collection "The Goblin Who Eats Ears" was selected into the "100 Classic Children's Literature Series" by the Chinese Writers Association.

Teacher Zheng is very easy-going and looks a bit naughty. He told us solemnly that at that time, he was submitting articles everywhere and encountered obstacles. It can be said that what he felt most at that time was the ridicule of others. In that era, it was not as easy to protect one's privacy as it is now. Every time his submission was returned, he would be ridiculed and ridiculed by his colleagues in the factory. The comrades in the mailroom often deliberately shouted his name at the top of their lungs and held up the thick stack of manuscripts in their hands.

That feeling really makes people want to find a crack in the ground and crawl in!

The creative life of the two teachers was so arduous. They boldly and bravely told how they felt when they were humiliated. The encouragement from teachers made me more confident. I have always had doubts about my writing and I have low self-esteem. I always feel that I am inferior to others and that I have read too few books. Especially in front of so many highly educated writers, I felt even more intimidated.

Minister Liao of the Propaganda Department encouraged us to write more about the people and things around us, to create boldly, to write with courage, to tell the truth and express true feelings. Literature must be imaginative, and enterprises must keep pace with culture. Our cities, environmental pollution, etc. require us to use literary and artistic forms to shape everyone's image. Use literary and artistic forms to improve the quality of citizens' cultivation.

Mr. Pan of the Internet company also proposed that we should use literature, art and television to promote and improve the cultural level of the people.

I remember that the first novel I read was "The Second Handshake" by Zhang Yang, and then "Outside the Window" by Qiong Yao. When writing "Outside the Window", Qiong Yao almost risked the world's disapproval to write this novel. She boldly wrote her own story, but was severely condemned by her parents. In addition, I also read her "My Story". Influenced by Qiong Yao, I also tried to write a record of the growth of my two sons - "Staggering in Mother's Expectations". This manuscript is a portrayal of my rough life. Nearly 200,000 words embody five years of my hard work. The work is currently being proofread and is about to be published as a book, with the two sons writing a preface. The publication of this book would not have been possible without the strong support of my two sons and the literary friends of "Nankang Literature and Art". They gave me confidence and strength. I listened to the lectures of two teachers today and benefited a lot. I am more confident in my future writing career.