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Beautiful and sad prose

Beautiful and sad prose article 1 "When you set foot on the starting station, I finally kept calling. Looking at your car getting farther and farther away, my heart is in a mess. I haven't had time to say a thousand words, and my tears have flooded. "

The wind can't leave; Rain can't get rid of sadness! At the departure station, people are saying goodbye, but you and I have nothing to say. At this moment, we are all reminiscing about the happiness of meeting, the joy of meeting, the lingering and tender feelings of meeting ... happy to meet each other in the blink of an eye. I am not your moon, and you are not my cloud. We are the stars that watch each other in the Milky Way. Such a day is doomed to gather less and leave more, and the faint thoughts spread like vines. Too many reunions and farewells make us deeply realize that we are inseparable from each other, and also let us deeply understand each other. Every time we get together, it brings endless thoughts and pain that is hard to give up!

The total injury of parting is the place of parting. At the parting station, in the bustling crowd, we were the most silent couple. Quietly facing the silence, the clasped hands convey each other's feelings of parting, lingering feelings, and mutual reluctance ... "Seeing each other late, the east wind rises, and a hundred flowers bloom." Meeting and leaving in a hurry always leaves a sentimental feeling. I have seen too many waves of farewell, too many scenes of crying and feeling too much bitterness of parting. However, I still can't help crying again. "Holding hands and looking at each other with tears, I was speechless and choked." "Even if there are thousands of customs, who can I tell?" The air flowing in the station is condensed by our infinite harm. .....

When you hold my hand tightly and say "cherish cherish" repeatedly, when you look me in the eye affectionately and say "don't see you again and again" ... the station where I left ... the music began to pluck the strings that hurt my heart and filled the misty mirage. I dissolved it into a feeling and depth with boiling water and condensed it into a clear tear in spring. The original station, burning with too many tears, repeated parting constantly staged, together, means another prelude to parting. Watching your clear face fade away, watching your familiar back fade away, watching your hand disappear into my sight, and after several counterattacks, tears still crossed my cheeks, cool and wet ... For a moment, I was speechless and my eyes were hazy ... For an instant, my heart was hollowed out; In an instant, the rain, under the crazy. .....

Looking at the distant car, a kind of infatuation and loneliness spread in my heart; Looking at the distant car, I burst into tears; Looking at the distant car, I finally understand that without you, my ups and downs life is blank; Looking at the distant car, I finally understand that the world without you, I am like a withered fireworks on my fingertips, quietly recovering in a lonely station, lightning and thunder, undulating my heart and penetrating the gloomy sky; Farewell station, bitter wind and rain, helpless you, take away the broken pieces; At the starting station, I mixed the mood and time of the wind, the fragrance and bitterness of the rain into the coffee with my slender hands, painted a sad picture, pulled out the pain and fixed it in the depths of my soul. .....

How many unforgettable sorrows can cross the barrier of Qian Shan; How many lonely and sad tears can withstand long-term air drying; How many tender and warm thoughts always interpret the tragic and beautiful world at the moment of parting; How many graceful and lingering loves are always filled with sadness and heartbreak at the departure station? The car is getting farther and farther away, and the dust brought by the breeze rotates gently in front of my eyes and floats away with the car, dear, do you know? That's my too much sadness and attachment, and it's also my blessing. .....

Farewell station, you left, even if there are thousands of kinds of reluctance, you still left! Leave my thoughts to me! From then on, I am full of acacia, plain and charming, relying on trees to keep this painful beauty alone; From then on, I showed my unique charm, watery voice and persistent regret, waiting day and night; From then on, I will be a faint melancholy, shallow sadness, in the years of missing you, silently engraved; Since then, I have used my gentler affection and leisurely attachment than my dreams to set off those vivid and mature days in my memory.

There is always someone who reaches out and patiently walks with you when you are a toddler. There is always a person, when the wind and rain are blowing hard, handing out an umbrella to block the dripping rain and the cold wind for you.

However, we always keep moving forward, forgetting to look back and look back at the man's white hair.

If possible ...

God, it's cold again.

1 1 The weather in the month is like a disobedient child, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing and changing repeatedly.

Because our family is a boarding student, it is far away. There is no warm bed and comfortable heating in the student dormitory, only a stiff quilt and a whistling cold wind.

"Rinrin Bell" was immersed in its own world, and when the bell rang after class, I suddenly came to my senses and rushed to the canteen.

But just after I went out, the cold wind made me back down and pulled my thin clothes. I can't help blaming my parents for not caring about me and not sending me clothes like other parents.

"Classmate, there is a package for you in the gatehouse!" The teacher with black glasses reminded me.

Mine? Clothes? I froze for a while, and my parents gradually emerged in my mind.

Could it be them? Question marks flooded into my mind.

But aren't they busy? And so far from home.

It's impossible. There may be a mistake.

Although I frowned, my heart secretly gave birth to expectations, which were full of small flowers, so I took small steps and hurried to the gatehouse.

"Uncle!" I looked at it, sweating like a gyro old man, hurriedly sorting out the student packages and shouting anxiously.

"Is there a package for me?" I heard my voice tremble. What is wrong with me? Looking at the puzzled expression of the old man, he suddenly remembered something and quickly picked up his school card and handed it to the old man.

The hand holding the school card is careful, as if holding a thousand pounds, as if holding his own heart.

"oh! Okay, okay, okay.

"The old man patted his head with an epiphany, slowly turned around and took out a neatly packed package from his side.

Tell me, "Son, your parents really love you.

"Say, then continue to work.

"Thank you, Uncle!" The package in my hand seems to have blazing energy, which burns me.

It seems to reprimand me for not understanding my parents, as if complaining about my indifference to my parents, but it seems to spur me to grow up and let me look back at my elderly parents.

And uncover the heavy love that parents didn't say much.

If I can, I also want to be a crutch for my parents when they are old and accompany them to the end; If I can, I also want to walk in front when it rains heavily and be their street lamp to remind them of the mud and bumps on the ground; If I can, I would like to turn back and become a spring breeze, smoothing their foreheads and straightening their white hair.

Beautiful and Sad Prose Part III I miss the moon, and I fall asleep with half a candle of tears. In my dream, your posture is swaying and your smile is still the same. My mouth is up, so I will hold your hand and won't let you leave.

Buddha talks about the afterlife, and Tao is more important than the world. I asked, but you told me to believe in Buddhism. Your eyes are red with tears, so I have to put my hands together and say, "I am merciful."

In the past You smile like a flower, and the pear vortex is stranded. Just because I ran into you, you were stubborn and taught people not to think about tea and rice. In the future, how many "encounters" are determined by people, and how many "encounters" are destined. The so-called fate is just self-deception. Soon you escape from a barren emotion. Pear blossoms cover their faces with rain and cry. I just tried my best to comfort you, but I didn't gently stop you with my shoulder. Do you blame me for not holding your hand and holding you in my arms?

Now I know you are in love with someone else. You told me that you and I have no chance in this life, and we will be together in the next life. At that time, I was speechless and heartbroken, unable to change anything. "Poor thing, what can I do?" That's all I said. In the future, you and I will be more estranged and desolate, and less verbal and tacit understanding. Do you blame me for hiding the blessing you deserve in my heart and letting it take root? At this point, I can only meet you alone in my dream, flowers and birds.

Whoever hates feelings and is sad only teaches others to be full of sorrow. Get up in the morning, wake up and then you leave. A little warmth from the sun was ruthlessly taken away by a breeze. Is it the fragility of warm sun or the strength of cold wind? Bathed in the sunshine, just to seek that little memory and chat comfort.

Put your hands together and read your mind, and you will be full of expectations for the peach blossom in the afterlife. How long did you pray in front of the Buddha? But I can't ask you my fate. How many times did sandalwood burn? Burned out the tenderness you promised me. I never saw a smile when I looked back that day, but I turned around and shook my head again.

A smile and an old friend, half dreaming, half waking and half floating. In this life, I will waste my life for your loneliness. In the next life, I will sit under a peach blossom and wait for a promise you told me in the last life. I will fold a most beautiful peach blossom and bring it to you personally as a hairpin; Holding your hand with the horizon, waiting for the sunset to set.

Looking back thousands of times in previous lives, we met in this life. I have always believed in the afterlife, because I believe it, but I don't believe it.

I fell asleep lazily in the afternoon, took a nap, and there was no time limit until I woke up naturally. After getting up, I stretched lazily. Turn on the computer and listen to light music. Always want to write something. Recently, I am fascinated by fun, writing and talking, coloring in my own world, and I am not familiar with your world.

Meeting again, we are the most familiar strangers. Meeting again, we are the most embarrassing strangers. When we meet again, we are strangers who want each other to be happy most. I once joked that you sometimes belong to a little girl and boy. I think we will gradually develop towards friends. I am not sad, unhappy, radical or impulsive, but now I have learned to let nature take its course. I like this life very much. I occasionally think of our past and laugh at our present. What I don't have to do now is that I don't have to look forward to our future. Now, I am slowly experiencing life, and I am slowly beginning to love life. Someone told me, "No matter how hard it is, don't forget to smile. No matter how difficult it is, don't forget your love for life. No matter how hard it is, don't miss the past life. No matter how difficult it is, we must look forward. "

In fact, I don't know how to love life I don't have the peace of mind and love for life of those 30-year-old people. Only my complaints about life, my dissatisfaction with life, my endless demands for life, and my feelings about the hardships of life. I want to learn to grow up slowly. I don't want to be numb. I don't want to experience more things, so I become very rational. I know that sometimes you are rational in the face of some things, such as feelings. But after this relationship, I still don't want to be rational. Sometimes I feel that reason in feelings is not feelings. I don't even have the impulse, sensibility or excuse to cry in my feelings. I don't want this life. So, my world is different from yours. The friend said, "As long as you meet a good woman, a man will become a good man." In fact, I have a little idea in my mind, "As long as I meet a good man, a woman will become a good woman." Sometimes our world is strange to each other, should we say that we all care too much, or are our personalities strange to each other?

A friend who has experienced love and then feelings said to me, "Love needs forgiveness, love all his advantages, tolerate all his shortcomings, and don't complain." I don't think I did it then. Or should I say half and half. In the early days of love, I will fall in love with your shortcomings, and I will not feel that shortcomings are a burden. Slowly, as time goes by, I will continue to love my strengths and hate my weaknesses. Sometimes I feel that life is very complicated. Why are there so many things buried in my mind? I will encounter an dissatisfied world and a depressed world. Now that I think about it, I'm so stupid. It's my own fault, but I blame the world angrily. Am I too simple, or too simple, or have I not grown up?

Now, ok, continue to be unfamiliar with your world. In fact, many times, I want to be familiar with your world. But we always get along at the wrong time and on the wrong track. Many of our things will start with misunderstanding, wishful experience and end in failure. I know, in fact, many times we are the same kind of people. I also long for others to know us, understand us and nourish us with love, but I didn't take my first step bravely. Finally, we will only say, I am not familiar with your world. We always can't get along, but one topic can't catch up with the other, and it's always boring to try our best to find a topic. In fact, it's really not that we are unfamiliar, but that we are all tired. What hurts us is our youth, and we always think of the past. We will always be more and more absolute. Our world is still strange.

In fact, when we are in love, we always feel that there is something missing between us, not sweetness, not romance, but familiarity. I long for you to understand me. I am a book. I hope everyone who walks into me can understand me. I'm waiting, I'm waiting, I'm waiting, and the results are all rotten wood. Because you can't walk when you stand there, just stand there and look at me. How can I describe that expression? Anyway, I am from expectation to despair, and you are from expectation to despair. In the end, we all held our own despair.

Once, I was young and frivolous, and I never did anything to hurt you, but you just loved to remember those sad things. What do you think I can do? Sometimes there are other things besides apologizing. Once, I only buried unhappy things in my heart and cared about things that didn't belong to me. I am as stupid as a stubborn cow, and I can't pull back ten carriages. But we missed it after all, and our world is strange after all. If you miss it, miss it! If you miss it, you will have a chance to find the next happiness, and I will also have a chance to experience the next ups and downs. We should all be good, happy for our own lives and for our own lives. Falling in love with you is your fault. It's my fault for causing you pain. Let all the mistakes drift away with time. We still have a long way to go and more beautiful chapters to write.

Preface 5 of "Beautiful and Sad Prose": I forget when I got used to a person, or it may be that after countless Huarong flowers withered, that glance of sigh cut the heart of the teenager. Since then, I have embarked on an endless journey.

On both sides of the journey, there are always flowers everywhere, which makes people feel chilling. I have long known that the bustling dust flowing by the lake has been out of my sight, like a wisp of smoke in the back, disappearing into the world. The lonely shadow on the peach blossom shore is boundless and desolate. Weak water helps the wounded, but sinking into endless thoughts, always far away, no longer laughing.

Who mentioned that she once looked back, her face was slightly moist, her smile was flying, and her words were tender. Now, the beautiful scenery has gone, and the mahogany is still so bleak. The breeze around me is still littering white clothes. Jin Murong withered, but also turned around, tears streaming down her face, wordless hurt. Fold a cold branch looking south and pick up the heart injury caused by floating water. The boat is still rocking, sailing in the direction of the calling voice and the strange trance.

Looking back with a sigh, we all pay attention to the magnificence of flowing water. Dark mountain, shady peach forest, bright moon like water. Night, always like this, never dare to make public. Perhaps it is this silence. Covered by sadness.

Walking in the faint moonlight, I boarded an abandoned ancient bridge. On the bridge, it is still the moon, but there are a few strands of unspeakable loneliness.

Iraqis have been waiting on the bridge for too long, only for the treasure and the endless sadness after giving it away. Gorgeous turn, cherished blessings, unfinished dreams. There are several ancient melodious bells in the distance.

In the end, if you don't wake up, who will get hurt.

One day near the end of autumn in summer, I put on my backpack and embarked on a journey alone.

I always travel alone, whether in familiar or strange places. I enjoy a person's journey, so that I can vent my emotions without scruple. I like to enjoy the scenery passing by alone, and my heart rises and falls with the music, so that my heart can be revealed. I'm glad to meet people from different regions and talk about my life. Other people's stories can also enrich my life.

The city I am about to enter has been rooted in my heart for ten years, and the connection with this city still stems from a person I have never met. At that time, I was still young and only went to primary school. I don't know much about life in the outside world This is also a kind of fate. A person far away helped me, and I also exchanged letters at that time. I clearly remember her description of the city, but short words are enough to know her love. At that time, I just looked forward to the capital Beijing, but I never thought that the city she mentioned actually took root in my heart.

The sky was covered with a thin black veil, which gradually became thicker and thicker. Under the cover of night, neon lights attracted people's attention. Along the way, I couldn't calm down. I got off the bus nearly two hours late, but when I got to this city, my heart calmed down a lot. Thousands of passengers flocked out, and the station was never busy. People once again set foot on the road to their destination in a hurry. I stopped and looked around, but I couldn't say a word because of Qian Qian's absolute emotions. I don't blame my friend who came to pick me up late, but I am very grateful to her for letting me stop and enjoy the city under the night.

Just a few years ago, I had a chance to enter such a big city, but I missed it for other reasons. I just approached but didn't go in. When I really walked in this time, I thought I would get lost alone. I like the subway in this city, and suddenly I find that the subway in Shenzhen is particularly poor. The subway station is also full of people. My friend said that she wandered around the subway station for half an hour and couldn't find her way. I nodded.

Having dinner together and telling each other about our lives is like meeting again after a long separation and feeling like old friends. Back to my residence, it was dark, so I rested early and prepared for the next day's trip. I lay in a house in this strange place and couldn't sleep for a long time. I think of my old friend of ten years. I wonder if she is still in this city? How are you? She has influenced my life. When I was a child, she planted the seeds of kindness in my heart. In the days to come, she always tries her best to help others. She also told me: If you don't know computers, can't drive and can't speak English, you are illiterate. I always remember this sentence. I didn't understand it then, but the more I grew up, the more I realized it. She always influenced me at that ignorant age.

Although the sun has passed the worst season, the sunshine in this city is not weak at all. Although it's still hot, it still can't stop me. Walking on the tree-lined streets, the elegant shops around me are holding my heart and breathing the air of this city. My heart is indescribable joy. It is difficult to find quiet streets in this noisy big city. Walking here, I suddenly feel very small, and a powerful force is impacting every corner of me, which makes me re-examine myself. I know I have grown up again.

Walking into the city center, admiring the masterpieces of architects, I have always wanted to know the whole process of a building rising from the ground, and I want to stand on the highest floor of the city and shout it out. All these puzzling ideas are still out of reach for the time being, but it doesn't matter. Many things will be answered in the unknown future. People's fast-paced life will not be disturbed by a shower at all. Wearing professional clothes and carrying a portfolio, the hurried pace can still show calmness and calmness. Even in crowded places, they still calmly responded to the difficulties of other customers on the phone. I admire such people in my heart. While appreciating them, they let me see myself more clearly and let me know more about how I need to improve myself. Then I want to know what their life is like. Have you lost yourself in this bustling city life? Are you trying to buy a house and a car? Do you work hard for your parents and children at home? I don't know anything about this, but I think everyone has their own pursuit, everyone has their own direction, and one day they will understand this life.

When I met another friend, I introduced them to each other and had dinner together. I'm glad they hit it off. We talked a lot, and what moved me most was that they said: friends should be like this, so we don't have to contact each other every day. When we are together, we still have a lot to say, and we will not worry about losing a friend like me because of someone's negligence. In fact, there is no need to make friends deliberately, and we will never leave you when we are in trouble. I was surprised that when they told their parents, they even talked about me. I almost forgot my uncles and aunts. I didn't expect my friends to mention me to my parents, which was really touching. In this way, it is actually a kind of trust. Their parents can rest assured that their children are with me. This kind of trust is a kind of affirmation for me and gives me a kind of confidence. Being sincere to her actually gets more in return.

Let's visit Chenjia Temple with ancient charm. There are many works of art, such as ceramics, jade, embroidery and ivory carving, all of which are made by hand. We have to marvel at the greatness of mankind. This is an ancient courtyard, and the various patterns carved in the house are really amazing. Many foreign tourists suddenly feel very proud that they are from China. A city can't conquer people only by magnificent buildings. The real charm should be its rich cultural background, and culture will never go out of date. A city can't last long if it is only superficial prosperity. Compared with Shanghai, what moved me was this city. I don't understand works of art, and I can't understand them all. I can only have a superficial understanding based on those introductions. This is actually quite good. Everyone can't be so perfect. One can't know everything. It is because he doesn't understand that he can constantly urge a person to constantly enrich himself.

Walking through the long corridor of history, back to the modern night, walking through the bustling streets, tasting all kinds of snacks, strolling along the Pearl River under gorgeous neon lights, the waist is still standing, and such close-up appreciation shows its own smallness. Like Sun Yat-sen University, walking along the Pearl River, fishermen, runners, lovers embracing each other, people posing for the camera, people walking dogs, old people and children, what a harmonious and warm picture. After a busy day's work, I returned to the most ordinary and simple calm, and all my troubles were forgotten and distracted. I think there are still many people in high-rise buildings who are still working hard for their lives. I like to walk like this, get rid of all pride and impetuousness, and let my heart calm down in the noise. In such a city, there should be many lonely people. I think I should always leave some time for myself to relax and relax at work. There are many colors in life. In such a stressful modern age, how many people can stop and enjoy life? I think people who really understand life are happier.

In a neglected corner, the lights are shining brightly, so my friends and I sit on the concrete floor unscrupulously. We walked too much, we were all tired, but our hearts were satisfied. The night is getting deeper, the city is sleepless, people are stepping on the pace of going home, passers-by pass by us, and we are still sitting there. Night is the best time to express your feelings. Night can hide countless sad and crying eyes. Friends began to tell all kinds of experiences, the complexity between people, many, many. I listened quietly. I know it is not easy for her to be alone in this city. She is lonely and not understood. I told her to be herself and be strong! Don't care too much about other people's opinions, many things are unclear. It was quiet all around, only occasionally a few people passed by us, and we sat quietly for a long time. Then put away your smile and walk to your place.

Later, I was thinking alone, how many people in a hurry may have a grievance hidden in their hearts and smile at everyone else. This can't be said to be hypocrisy, which hides their sadness. This is a kind of strength. In fact, the purpose of my coming to this city is the same, to relax and change the environment to settle many things, but my friends didn't see it. No matter how reasonable what others say, it is better to let go of a lot of things, be strong enough to tolerate everything, face those injustices with a smile and face life with a smile.

I didn't stay long before I set foot on my way home. My friend said with some regret that there are still many places to go. I said with a smile, it is always good to leave some suspense. There are plenty of opportunities in the future. It's good to know a little. I am very close to this city and have no strangeness. Perhaps the fate of this city remains the same. I'm thinking about my lifelong mentor. I can't stand in front of her yet, but I'm working hard to get qualified to stand in front of her and walk into that building one day. When I left, I silently said: I walked into this city, but I still believe that fate can make us meet again.

In a season when summer is drifting away, I walked into this place where I have been worried for ten years. Yangcheng, as she described it ten years ago, I will come back here again.

When the distance of the soul is not there, there can be such a place as the afterlife. I would rather read that the other side of the world of mortals becomes a butterfly, and I can have your fragrance there!

The sunshine in winter is always struggling in the haze, and the sky in the city has lost its blue. I don't know when I got used to sitting alone and staring at the inexplicable distant sky. Fragments of memory, like irregular clouds, are floating around in my mind, singing as sad as yesterday, looking back at meeting and parting, I have been reincarnated for more than 1000 years and stopped at the world of mortals inn!

Sometimes, I just want to plant blue eyes in the back of your turn, graceful and restrained into a long-term vision, meet unexpectedly in time, read your name, and ask with a smile if there is any nirvana in the love of past lives. This is a once intimate autumn of parting. How miss, how shallow, how proud to fly. When the dream is not wandering in October Sky, the fallen leaves are beautiful and the depths are gorgeous. Who knows that a touch of setting sun touched a pool of sadness in front of my eyes, the flowers were bleak, the water was cold, my fingers were buried, lingering all the way, and there was a Qian Qian knot, which made all colorful dreams disappear!

Holding a lonely song that I don't know what the world is like, admiring my smile in the snowflake dancing, asking about the passing clouds, can there be changes in the world, touching the ink into poetry, and then putting pen to paper with tears. Sketch a pair of tired dusk, holding branches and carrying sad songs of the years, closing the world, who caresses the strings and sings acacia lingering in the moonlight shadow. The yellow flowers are sparse, the west wind is slightly tender, reflecting the silent concern, picking up the rain flower stones, falling in love with Dongshan, and then continuing the song!

Counting the pieces of flying flowers in the evening breeze, the frost is exposed, and the wind cries a thousand times. Pay attention to the profundity of the residual red, look forward with a sigh, and say that you don't have to come again, so why bother to hurt yourself? Under the dim light, we met geometrically, holding the palm of one hand, carving the myth of the stars and the moon at night, but I don't know whether the palace is fragrant or not, and whether you can leave a whisper to accompany me lonely. At that time, at that time, it was just a shadow, and it was still chaotic. Thousands of times of circulation, a few simple notes, sentimental poems, different songs and swaying expectations are doomed to be empty!

If you walk on a secluded water road, thinking about your smiling back, how can you beat his world of mortals last night? Just add Wang Kai, and we can see the Yuanyang and a moment that should last forever, come and go before you know it. Why should we be far-fetched and regret not having it? Is this just a feeling? We stumbled across Qian Shan, came to different corners, drank wine to the sky, and invited each other to get drunk? Sleeping by the acacia lake, listening to fishermen singing late, the breeze is thousands of miles away, and love lasts forever. You're not here, I'm still here!

There is a feeling of ferrying in the depths of the soul, which is not emotional but abstract thinking, just called an ethereal beauty. I don't know how you came to my world, because I have always been in your life, like loneliness, wandering around, no complaints, no regrets, no feelings, remember an attachment and wait once. This is for poetry, this is for poetry, this is for poetry, this is for poetry, this is for poetry, this is for poetry, this is for poetry, this is for poetry, this is for poetry, this is for poetry, this is for poetry, and this is for poetry.

If you live in a dream and sing colorful streamers, whether it is a day or a month, you will always go on, find a quiet place, light a green light, build a besieged city with tears, suppress the prosperity and turn around, but it is already on the stone. Once that year, the days were fixed, it was not someone's, but it persisted in that life and bid farewell to that moment. The vast sea of people, a stranger in a hurry, just to become a passer-by, only on the road of this life, the sad songs of the years, you can expect!