Selected narrative prose

On such a silent night, I only heard the rain ticking outside the window. I stayed alone in my room, sitting on the bed playing with my mobile phone, and looking at the articles written on the writing station, I felt a lot.

It was stormy for several days, and it was precisely because of this that I wrapped myself up, but I still felt chilly when I left home, and even my body sometimes could not help shivering.

Winter night makes me feel very cold, the kind of cold that radiates from the inside out, and the cold wind blows like a ghost crying.

I am in a bad mood recently. Maybe I'm used to this lifestyle. It's just that there are more express deliveries these days. My mother calls me several times a day and asks me to pick up the express at the designated place.

Another week has passed and tomorrow is another day. I don't know if I don't look at the calendar. Tomorrow is my birthday. Of course, the focus of my writing this article is not here, and I have no other thoughts on this birthday this year. The main purpose of writing this article is to record some things that happened these days.

The mornings these days are always under me. I'm glad I can't do nothing. I ate some chicken legs at my grandmother's house today, which also made me a little excited.

Today, I saw a speech by my classmate and other people's comments on this speech in the space. That said yes, what will make you happy? Some people commented that the only way to solve worries is to get rich and eat delicious food. For me, there are many ways to solve my troubles, but I still agree with that person's comments.

On a fine night, when I stay in my room, I always hear someone chatting downstairs, and the neighborhood is very lively. Some people are still dancing in the square dance.

It was a quiet night, so that I didn't hear anyone chatting downstairs, so that I didn't feel the excitement nearby.

But I still want to say that it is such a quiet rainy night that makes my mind calm. I just want to write my own article here quietly.

It's good that no one comes to disturb my rainy night. I can think quietly about what I want to do.

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She is very sad today. I don't know why, she suddenly went back to the past and talked about a problem that she had always hated and it was hard to escape. She is still struggling. In fact, she is very insecure, and she always feels that she is suffering from gain and loss. Today, she vented a lot on me. She asked me why her hard-won strong appearance always collapsed after finding a warm embrace, and tears flowed out unconsciously.

She is crying. I can only watch her cry. She said that she always likes to escape. She said she didn't like it, but she didn't know how to face the storm.

I don't know why her mood is always negative and there is a turning point, which always gives people a surprise. Maybe because she knew, she said nothing.

I'm really worried about her situation.

She likes writing sentences, most of which are sad. She said that she likes words, but I think many sentences are from the heart.

I don't know what I can do to help her. After all, some decisions have to be made by yourself. I will stick to my teeth no matter what, even if the road is difficult.

She likes memories, and she can't let go of the past. In fact, she is very stupid. She is affectionate and easy to go deep. Once she goes deep, she can't extricate herself ...

She cried for a long time and I stayed with her quietly for a long time. Finally she asked me that question. She asked me why people are alive and why she is persistent. I just replied that everything was out of our control from birth. As for her persistence, I don't think she has found her goal yet.

But in the end, she said that although she couldn't start around, she had the ability to finish it.

This sentence really scared me. I didn't calm down until she was joking. People have been fighting against life all their lives, so they are betting on life. It's really cruel For her, being born without choice is inconsistent with being born without control.

She always likes quiet, she always likes blank, she likes carefree, she doesn't like fame and fortune, she doesn't like chasing, she doesn't like bondage, she is like a kite, she likes the free sky and belongs to beautiful scenery, but she is bound by a rope and forced to accept the impact of wind and rain. I think maybe she is really not suitable for this world, but she will grow up and learn to face it, until one day, she will no longer be afraid of wind and rain and consider obstacles.

Finally, she told me: "I want to wait until night with you and my favorite, and watch the sun rise together!" " "

I smiled and she recovered. Although I don't know when her next emotional turning point is, at the moment, she is still there. As long as she is happy, I just want her to laugh.

Selected narrative prose "Three Labas and Eight Ices" arrived at Laba Festival again, and the ancient city of Tanger once again held the activity of Laba porridge for ten thousand people. I suddenly remembered the fun of Laba Festival when I was a child.

I remember when I was a child, every winter, the rivers in my hometown were frozen. On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, a group of playmates invited us to transport ice. It is said that eating Laba ice can not only stop diarrhea, but also relieve cough and phlegm and cure colds. If you put ice on your own land, you will have a bumper harvest next year; If you put it in your yard, pigs, dogs, chickens, cows and sheep will not get sick in the coming year. If you keep the ice in the shade of your yard, it can be kept until the next spring. If someone gets sick in spring, they will come to eat this ice. If someone can really keep this ice, someone will come to you like a panacea. So on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, we went to the river to dig ice with shovels and pickaxes. After digging, we ate a piece of ice first, then carried it home, put it in the vegetable garden, garden, and then carried it back to our reservation, and the more ice we put, the better. After moving the ice, we started skating in the river, and some people sat on stones. Some stand and slide, some squat and slide hand in hand; Useful skates (point two iron wires or steel bars under the board); But the most fun thing is to take the train. One person in front is sitting on the ice, and the others are squatting down. They held the shoulders of the people in front of them one by one and slid down the slope for dozens of meters. With more friends, we will take several buses and have a race for fun. Of course, this kind of "train" has a low safety factor, and it will always overturn or crash, and it will always overturn.

Adults often judge the harvest in the coming year by looking at the "ice phase". Every year on the seventh night of the twelfth lunar month, put half a bowl of clear water in the garden. On the morning of the eighth lunar month, the frozen patterns in the bowl are called ice phases. If the pattern is round, it means that there will be a bumper harvest of beans and potatoes in the coming year; If the pattern is strip-shaped, it means a bumper harvest of highland barley or wheat in the coming year; If the pattern is leaf-shaped, it means that there will be a bumper harvest of rape and vegetables in the coming year. After the adults judged the results, we ran to the alleys with ice bowls to look at each other's ice bowl patterns and shouted "success in the fight next year." "Next year, highland barley will become." "Rape will become next year." Everyone was ecstatic, and the Buddha had a bumper harvest, while the adults planned which crops should be planted more and which crops should be planted less after the spring according to the shape of the ice pattern.

Everyone's wishes were good, but at that time we all depended on the weather for food. There is no chemical fertilizer like this. Except for the ash burned with clods, all the ground is farmyard manure. Although there is no pollution, the grain output is always low. After a year of hard work, there is still not enough food. Later, we grew up and worked far away from home. Sometimes, we can't even remember when Laba is, let alone eat Laba ice.

Later, the policy changed and people's awareness of doing business increased. On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, someone took ice to the streets to sell it. I heard that the sales of methamphetamine were good. Later, fewer and fewer people sold methamphetamine, or even none.

Last year Laba was lucky enough to participate in the Laba porridge activity for ten thousand people held in the county. In a corner, I saw an old man put a lot of crystal-like ice cubes of different sizes on the table of the Eight Immortals, hawking: "Sell Laba ice, eat a piece of Laba ice, dolls don't have diarrhea, adults eat a piece of ice, and they won't get sick next year." Many people watch, but few people buy. Another child said to the old man with ice cream in his hand, "Now there is ice cream. Who will eat your ice?" The old man paused for a long time and murmured disappointedly, "People are enjoying themselves now, but they forget the hardships. When your parents were your age, they didn't even have enough to eat. How can they buy ice cream if they have money? "

I was so upset that I spent one yuan to buy a piece of ice from the old man. The old man was so happy that he put the money in his pocket and forced me two pieces of ice.

I walked back with ice in my arms, and my heart was always tangled with something. I don't know whether I am sad or happy. It seems that eating Laba ice and carrying Laba ice will eventually become the memory of our generation.

On that day, I slipped into a river for the first time, and stood and skated like a child. The more I played, the more fun I felt. A few people stood not far away and looked at me like gorillas.

Selected narrative prose "Four Farewells"