Tell me about your prose.

With the development of mobile Internet and social networks, more and more people like to speak on social platforms, share their thoughts on life and express their joys and sorrows. What kind of conversation is special? The following is my carefully arranged prose. Welcome everyone to learn from it. I hope it helps you.

Tell me about my prose 1. Tell me about myself.

Tell me who I am, where I come from, what I want to do, and where I want to go in the end.

Who am I?

I am me, I am not me.

It is mine. I am my physical self, not mine. I am my spiritual self.

I own myself and I don't own myself.

I am a person who owns my body, and I am a person who doesn't own my spirit.

This feeling is like being split in half by an axe from head to toe.

crack open ...

It's a split of personality, a split of self.

Gemini people are like this.

The result is double pain, which is borne by a new body and mind.

I still remember that I was a happy child when I was a child.

I still remember that under the tree of memory, there are still traces of that cheerful figure stepping on the tree fragments.

I still remember, beside the road of memory, there is the happy figure with flowers and plants buried.

Maybe they haven't been eroded by the magic of time.

Memory, how far away.

When the child grew up, I waved my hand, abandoned innocence and became a taciturn ordinary teenager.

I have nothing in my hand except this pen.

Also, my loneliness. ...

Who am I?

I'm a Gemini.

I like my Gemini.

I don't believe it. ...

..... my life.

My life is my loneliness. ...

... where I come from ... what I want to do ... where I belong. ...

I came from loneliness, tasted loneliness in the world, and finally returned to loneliness.

I am a lonely soul.

I prefer to be in the south if possible.

yearn for ...

The dripping rain broke, wetting the leaves of the dark mountain, and the slow voice echoed in the deep ancient fragrance, leaving a glimpse of endless loneliness.

I would like to pay homage to my loneliness in the south with the loneliness in the south.

If possible, I still want to stay in the south.

Life in the south is my life.

My life is my loneliness. ...

I don't believe it. ...

Tell me about his prose. He, Andre Goz, French philosopher and writer. She is his English wife, whose name is Dorina. A note addressed to the cleaning lady was nailed to the door, indicating that the unforgettable love between the hero and heroine came to an end. The note scrawled: "Call the police. Don't go upstairs. " This is a village called Vosnon. Separated from the road outside, it is an elegant building where they live. On the bed in the bedroom, they lay side by side. They took medicine and ended their lives. That year, he was 84 and she was 83. That day, it was September 22nd, 20xx.

There is a pile of letters on the small table beside the bed. In the letter, they bid farewell to their friends and rationally and realistically entrusted them to be cremated together, and the ashes and bones merged into one place. Needless to say anything else, because as early as a year ago, he wrote a touching inscription and published it publicly to commemorate their marriage. The article was well received and praised by readers, and its popularity exceeded any words left by his life's thinking and creation.

This work, entitled Book with Wife: True Love in the Past, is a 75-page love letter written by a well-meaning husband to his sick lover. At the beginning of the love letter, he said, "You are 82 years old this year. Your figure is no longer tall and straight, even six centimeters shorter than before, and your weight is only 45 kilograms. But you are still beautiful and charming. We have gone through 58 spring and autumn together. Now I love you more than ever. " The plain confession is full of love and gratitude, which has deeply touched thousands of readers, even though this love letter is only written to one person. In the love letter, he admitted that his life, although he had been thinking and recording, and had the honor to be friends with such a great philosopher as Jean Paul Sartre, would be "meaningless and trivial" without his wife.

"I want to put the ups and downs we have experienced together, and smile like a flower, from which I can realize all the true meaning of love. Our love has soaked and shaped you and me; Two hearts depend on each other, and each other is the support and appeal of the other. Now write this love letter, look back at your life, and gradually realize that the meaning of life is different with you along the way. " 1947, they met in Lausanne, Switzerland. At that time, her name was Doreen Kiel, a 23-year-old British woman. She comes from a broken family. She is like a grass, wandering in postwar Europe. And he, whose name was Gé rard Horst at that time, was an Austrian Jew. At the age of 24, he is penniless and has a bleak future, and he doesn't know which land is his hometown. They met while playing cards. It was he who made the invitation, so a shy Austrian man and a lively and cheerful English girl with red hair embraced and danced. At that moment, outside the window, it was just heavy snow.

Horst 1923 was born in Vienna to a Roman Catholic mother and a Jewish father. His childhood was bleak. 1945, graduated from university, majoring in chemical engineering. The following year, at a meeting in Switzerland, he met Sartre and simone de beauvoir. At this time, his interest in moral philosophy became stronger and stronger, so they encouraged him to continue exploring. But it was his meeting with his wife that officially started his writing career.

At that time, both of them were lonely drifters. Born in London, Doreen was abandoned by her mother as a child and raised by the "godfather" in a residence on the British coast.

"They all feel a sense of insecurity immersed in bone marrow," said a friend. "So they work hard together and care about each other? She kept information for him, helped him with his research and had a heart-to-heart conversation with him. Whenever he has a work, she is the first reader and the only commentator. " 1949 In September, they got married and moved to Paris. According to the French name, she changed her name to Dorina. In 1950s, the ideological atmosphere was crazy and blazing, and his application for French nationality was never approved. While waiting, for safety reasons, he decided to write under a pseudonym. After that, his signature on the article became "Andre Goz". "Goz" is the name of an industrial town. This town produces a kind of glasses, which was uniformly distributed by the army when his father served in the army that year. Although he never had much affection for his father, this pen name became a unique and obscure memorial to his father.

Many of his views still seem out of date now. For example, he stressed the need to balance work and other life pursuits; He pointed out that it is necessary to set a lower limit for the safety of public welfare; He also warned us that the process of globalization has brought many hidden environmental hazards. In addition, he resolutely opposed nuclear weapons and was one of the first people to put forward the concept of "ecological politics".

Gao Zi is shy and cautious by nature, and is an intellectual living in his ideal world. A friend joked that he was a "mouse in the library". His wife, Dorina, is optimistic and smart, and always has a smile on her face, which perfectly complements his nature and represents him in dealing with the real world around him. Shortly after their marriage, they decided not to have children. On one occasion, Goz told the reporter of Liberation: "If we have children, I will be particularly jealous. Dorina is mine and I don't want to share it with others. " Their belief that only belongs to each other is somewhat incompatible with the trend of the times and the circle in which they are integrated. Sartre and simone de beauvoir each have their own things, but he and she are as loyal to each other as ever, and their bodies and souls have never had the slightest doubt and vacillation.

Their apartment in Paris is always full of guests, including his followers, disciples and colleagues in the ideological circle. Moreover, guests can always enjoy absolutely authentic English afternoon tea on time. To outsiders, the Goz couple have been living an elegant and exquisite life despite their meager income. Or the wife's words gave the answer: "Life can be poor, but you can't be down and out."

At 1968, with the rise of the student movement, Goz and his articles became famous. At this time, the wife's physical condition has begun to worry. 1965, she had back surgery as planned and needed X-ray examination. Radioopaque iodized oil is needed as contrast agent in X-ray technology. And this chemical has brought terrible side effects: particles remain in her skull cavity, and at the same time a neck cyst is formed, and the huge pain is getting worse and worse. Dorina was brutally tortured.

So the couple moved out of Paris and settled in a spacious mansion in Vosnon, 80 miles east of Paris. However, as Dorina grew older, his illness worsened.

In May of 20xx, Goz contacted his publisher Michelle Delaume and said that he would give Delaume a "surprise". This is the book with his wife that he only wrote to Dorina. De Laume later recalled: "We immediately realized that this is a truly beautiful great work."

Mr. and Mrs. Goz met in the noisy and turbulent period of postwar Europe; They snuggled up to each other and went through the turbulent years of the fifties and sixties. Finally, they left this world together, and completed the ideological Covenant of equal souls and sealed their lives. Of all the works written by Goz, the most memorable one is an open and touching love letter he wrote to his English wife at the end of his life.

"We are all afraid that the other party will leave first," he wrote. "We often tell each other that if there is a miracle and there is an afterlife, we will still join hands."

Tell me about your prose. Tell me about yourself.

"In the cold weather, I will watch the New Year's Eve dinner at Hunan Taiwan tomorrow ..." "Of course! And Fahrenheit! " When I shook my hands and jumped up, I only saw all the students in the classroom with shocked expressions.

This scene was taken from the class ending ceremony this morning. At that time, the classroom was in chaos, the students didn't come and the teacher disappeared. You see, I'm just an ordinary pupil. My name is Han (online, I can't reveal my real name). I don't know what I look like anyway. The teacher knows his grades. Speaking of hobbies, the biggest thing is ... sorry, I forgot. I only know that I like surfing the Internet, especially singing and reading, and I also like watching TV dramas and idol dramas, such as MIT from Thunderbolt. I tell you, I can talk endlessly about this aspect, and often write idols in my composition, as if idols and composition are inseparable (seize the opportunity to publicize). You five-pointed star, every time I attack the text, the classmates around me will hold envious eyes, which makes me very tired. Now I suspect that the teacher won't read it, so I type and don't comment. Every time I look a little disappointed, I don't want people to feel exaggerated.

Let's talk about my favorite topic, idols! I think it's a bit false to say what my idol is, such as Chairman Mao. I have also written some sentences, such as "I think someone is worth learning". I feel very reluctant, even sorry for a person. Writing those words is also a last resort. Of course, it is undeniable that those spirits are really worth learning ... everyone has his own idol, not to mention me. I'm a loyal pudding, Aaron. He is a member of Fahrenheit. Some people think this is vulgar, but the psychology of fans is hard to understand. At the same time, influenced by my sister, he is half a mint. I like Jing Boran, but I dare not say "baby face" for fear that my sister will hit me. I don't think you understand. Generally speaking, I am a smelly boy with a very trendy personality. ......

Finally, I want to say a shocking thing: I have made a good publicity for Aaron and Jing Bo Ran. Hehe, in fact, they all have bright spots worth learning, their super filial piety, their super love, their super courage, their super will and their super reality.

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My Prose 4 20xx I am 18. From the beginning, an innocent and happy teenager is about to become an adult, which is really a milestone of this great moment. Maybe you are like me, maybe you mature earlier than me. Anyway, we're already here. I think in which period we will love us more.

Like most people, I went to vocational school, which is a necessary process. In people's minds, high schools only buy finished products, but semi-finished products have to be received from another processing place to fill the hole in this social factory. That's because I only know that the sky is blue and the ground is brown. Without special skills, there is no initiative to choose a career. At that time, I only knew anime, which had a promising future. It's really amazing to watch myself grow up in Japanese animation. I haven't thought about "Mom, I want to learn animation?" It turns out that this is my dream, but does my mother know that animation can be trusted?

At that time, numerical control was the most popular, so my major miraculously changed. CNC, what a powerful term, CNC machining technology, has processed my precious youth. What I'm thinking now is quite interesting. I joined the student union as soon as I entered school, and my personality was withdrawn. I didn't want to make friends at first, but the tragedy in junior high school is vivid. You need friends if you want to get along well in these four years. The pressure of reality has changed my character. After two years of vicissitudes, hunger and cold, I finally betrayed human nature, tried to adapt to the adult model, and opened up more things that adults should do.

I fell in love with a mysterious sword, used to taking dung, and followed the lifestyle of adults. Smiling face may be the most difficult expression to understand in my life, but it is the expression I am most afraid of in my life. My mouth is tilted at 65 degrees, my mouth is open, I look at this other person sincerely and skillfully, and I open my muscles all around to make others succumb to my own tricks, like a "sword". I ride it.

After half a year, I seem to have slept enough. I quit the student union and began to open my eyes slowly. I found that the world used to be like this. Have a dream. When a swift horse is not lost, no matter how powerful the reins are, dreams and enthusiasm are the energy to refine everything. How is steel made? It was forged with fervent enthusiasm and fervent dreams, maybe it was just the size of a flame, but it was already in my heart, and it was already burning. However, there are always people who like to throw cold water on it. If there are too many, it will go out. Something terrible happened. My dream has become my most timid thing and my most embarrassing thing. If you can't feel it, you will give off heat to touch it.

So I fell in love with reading. After reading for half a year, I hoarded more thoughts and tried to understand the changes around me. I found that I have many dreams. People's greed is endless, but dreams are countable, but reality is selfish. I have no choice but to have one. I was stupid at first, but there was always a place calling me when I was sleeping. There I saw a volcano with cherry blossoms, and their lives lived in my dreams.

3 years, 20xx years, a new beginning, a new challenge, a new choice. I finally fell in love with animation. I hope he can marry me and become the love of my life.