Once once-lyric prose

Happiness, in my eyes, is a carefree life. Even in my dreams, there will be the cheerful singing of birds, which is so crisp and sweet. I live happily, play what I want to play, eat what I want, ignore other people's eyes and those sarcastic words in secret, love life crazily, laugh heartlessly, be silly, but also be my true self. Don't look at the outside world, because my world is just me. This is happiness, living happily in my world.

At one time,

happiness no longer had a soft tone, but it seemed to be influenced by Picasso's style, which was abstract and distorted. When you close your eyes, you can even touch the uneven lines, and at the same time, there was a chilly cold. Because my world began to have your memory. If time can go back, maybe I will choose to forget what happened, and I won't let it happen again and again in my mind. If there is still a if, I would rather not meet you. Although it took 5 times to look back in the past to get a pass in this life, I would rather not have that transformed happy body. Well, yes, my fault, because it has never happened before, so I always make mistakes now If time can go back and the floodgates of memory have never been opened, then there will not be so many so-called stories worth tasting. Memories may be happiness. When we are all late, sitting in a rocking chair, bathing in the summer afternoon sunshine and slowly recalling those romantic things, maybe I have already seen through the scenery, but where will you fall? Those flowers in life have long been wandering around the world. Once, lonely and happy, sweet and sour, I like the taste.

falling in love with love

falling in love with happiness is to face everyone who appears around you with your heart, no matter what results their appearance brings to you, whether it is beautiful or sour, and thank them for giving me a staff full of colorful taste buds. Every song has a different taste, like sweet orange in spring, cool mint in summer, full fragrant rice in autumn, or fragrant wintersweet in winter.

I fell in love with happiness and thanked those who gave me good memories. It was your appearance that made my life bloom like a daisy. I also thank those who have given me pain and pain, because it is you who make me full of motivation and make my happiness so full.

I may like to miss you more than to get you. Once-Lyric Prose 2

Seasons change colors, and years tell us that in this delightful land, we have grown our long-awaited harvest.

how can I stand the joy that time will never stop, lying on the earth in early spring and looking at the energy released by the warm sun in winter, leaving only deep comfort in my heart? The sea is as blue as the waves, and the birds and flowers are generally refreshing.

The time passed between fingers flows quietly, and the romantic moon in front of me is in a youthful and light pace. I euphemistically sang the parrot's voice and broke the silence of winter. Look at the dance of youth through the invasion of years. As quiet inside, also can't fold the softness of the heart.

On this thin night when the breeze blows, life is tapestry at this moment, and the frost between the eyebrows is covered with cold dew, which blocks the hesitation and covers the confusion. This situation will not be illusory and beautiful, but it will really warm the harbor of love and the destination of the heart. A wisp, penetrated the fragile heart.

This kind of emotion is just like cutting away from sorrow. After being separated from Qian Shan, you will always return to your parents' arms.

Holding a dead branch in hand, a landscape painting is depicted in the dark and distant twilight.

the ink ran out and it was dark. I left the twinkling stars and the cold moon in the meticulous eyes, and the crystal clear tears, like jade beads falling on a jade plate, stirred up a burst of lonely ears in my heart.

Close your eyes slowly, and the years are so peaceful, and the shallow memories are in the warm heart, so picturesque ...

Finally, I am indifferent to the season, and I understand that time has not passed away, and the years will not get old.-Lyric Prose 3

Many times, the past is hard to miss, and the small yellow photos are lost, and the voice in the telephone recording is gradually noisy, and the appearance in the memory is gradually blurred, reaching out and reaching out. However, there is always something left at the bottom of our lives.

deep and shallow traces, when the mind gently passes by, you won't feel pain, only a warmth! Drinking coffee, bitter taste, recalling the past happiness and sadness, although everything has become the past, but still can feel the truth and touch, so the tears are so low in the coffee cup, transparent liquid! "When your tears can't help but flow out, if you can stand on your head, you should keep your eyes open and don't blink. You will see the whole process of the world from clear to fuzzy, but your heart will become clear at the moment when the tears drop! Sometimes if you love too long, people will get drunk, and sometimes if you hate too long, people will be broken. Sometimes if you wait too long, your heart will dry up! Love for too long, will your heart break? In fact, if you love for a long time, it will become a habit. Without passionate love, can you still break your heart? Hate for too long, will your heart break?

In fact, love and hate are only in one thought. If you hate for a long time, it may be another sky. If you wait too long, will your heart dry up? Although time has diluted everything, but the heart is in its original position, with its way, its speed, persistent jumping ... Sometimes waiting is not better, and that feeling of expectation is hard to express in words. I have always thought that it is a happy thing to have someone who is worthy of your concern and concern, because what you have is often not the best, so you will not know how to cherish it. The kite flying in the blue sky road makes people feel distressed freely, but it also makes people attached ... Some people say that love is not an adventure, but when we have love in the adventure we pay attention to, it is already doomed to be separated, and it is suitable for the last person. From the beginning, it was born for each other. I believe that. I believe in the doomed encounter and separation, and those who have the heart will miss each other no matter how far away. A careless person is near and far away. All love will expire, the key lies in where it stays, if it stays in the past, then it only belongs to this point; If it stays in your heart, then it will become eternal, even beyond your life.

I always thought that happiness was in the distance and in the future that I could pursue. Later, I discovered that those who hugged, shook hands, sang songs, shed tears and loved were happy. In countless nights, what we said, what we made a phone call, who we missed, and what we shed in tears ... We have all seen or seen the touch, and then in the shuttle of time, everything becomes eternal! Perhaps, everyone will always keep something, such as a faint smile, such as moving on. Always let the most transparent tears in my heart not melt, those tears are pure and transparent, leaving traces of an era. This scene is warm, making time forget the flow and tears forget the temperature. We leave happiness on our lips, we "melt" our encounters in our eyes, we let farewell hang at our feet, we keep the past in our hearts, and everything will eventually become a memory ... Once-Lyric Prose 4

Everyone has his own memory buried deep in his heart, everyone has his own heart that he doesn't want to be touched, everyone has his own private secrets, and that bit by bit has built us.

The footsteps of the years have stepped out of our youth, and also decorated the once pure children. The acacia trees that have crossed the garden of the compound and built hammocks still bloom beige flowers every year according to Citi. The sun shines through the leaves and vines of the branches, as if in a trance, I saw a group of children swinging around them in turn, or playing; The older generation of old people have also suddenly become black and green from the current silver hair.

Robinia pseudoacacia has not changed significantly in more than ten years, but we can't go back to the past. It's my daughter who babbles, as if Robinia pseudoacacia has a new playmate, but it's not me at that time.

In the park in late autumn, golden leaves are floating under ginkgo trees, and the autumn wind is bleak, which brings the beauty of autumn. Fan-shaped yellow leaves are spread on the yellow land, and from a distance, the blue Gao Zhan is lined with gold. My birthday falls on a golden day, and I will come here to take a photo at this time every year. After I grow up, this habit will not continue.

It's still the sea of ginkgo leaves, or it's still the late autumn. I used to lean on the tall trunk, and the photos were only blue and golden. Stepping on the golden color that I grew up with, will there be purity of that year? The old man who shook diabolo beside him was once young, but now he is no longer young. With the golden sunshine, he played the melody with diabolo.

"Are you going back to Baoding for the Spring Festival this year?" "Yes, but I have to go back to Beijing for duty in the second day of junior high school." "Well, let me know when you come back, and let's get together." This is a conversation between my best friend and me. We were born in the same hospital, went to the same primary school, lived in the front and back buildings, and have known each other since our ancestors. Such intimacy can't compete with the blade of time, and I stayed with us.

Recalling our childhood, looking at our present, walking hand in hand slowly through the places we played in those years, feeling that our youth is gone, and we are about to enter the age of standing. Years have worn away our sharp edges and corners, making us calm. Decades of time have separated us from the city where we live, and it is inseparable from the naive time we have spent together.

In this way, one minute and one second, it's another year. I took my daughter to see the ginkgo trees that haven't sprouted on the green flag. The wind blew over the ground, and the leaves that fell in winter fluttered with the wind. My daughter smiled, pointing to the leaves to chase, and took a camera to take pictures of her. She turned and ran to me, and the sun shone. The once small golden ocean turned me into my hope now. Once once-lyric prose 5

Once I had too many friendships, but I didn't know how to cherish them, and finally I abandoned them; Once I had too many dreams, but I didn't know how to grasp them, and finally my dreams left me; I used to have too many touches, but I don't know how to remember them. In the end, I have become numb. Only you, my beloved teacher, have never given up on me, no matter what I become!

I thought that my dream would be infinitely sweet and sweet, that my life would be smooth sailing, and that I would get ahead ... So I controlled myself again and let myself fall and sink. Naively, I thought that I was still the original me, and finally that exam woke me up and shattered my golden dream. It turned out that my dream was a soap bubble, which looked so beautiful, but you could never catch it.

It's the teacher, it's you. You stretched out your hands and pulled me back from the edge of the cliff. You said that you didn't want me to go on like this, and you hoped that I wouldn't let you down. At that time, I cried, and I promised you with tears that I would work hard ...

Because of you, I began to repent and face reality and myself.

Because I know that my fragile self-esteem can't be protected, the stormy days will come at any time, my full ambition will be swept down by the wanton wind of the years, and my great passion will be hit by the torrential rain. Now I am no longer the Chu madman who used to laugh at Kong Qiu, and I cry to the sky whether my generation is a teenager of Artemisia scoparia. It's gone, and all I have now is a calm heart ...

A light flashed across my melancholy heart, and I found hope again. What's wrong with failure and crying? The sea of life will not be calm, I will always be grateful to you, and you will always be the brightest red sun in my heart! Once upon a time-Lyric Prose 6

Someone asked me what my dreams were, but I can only say that they are scattered and scattered, which can't be described ...

I can't remember how many dreams I had, from when I was born, when I fell to the ground, when I entered a beautiful primary school, and now I have a busy junior high school. With the passage of time, the change of environment and my own growth, I have had thousands of dreams. But I think it is a symbol of purity and innocence. When we were young, we didn't know much. We probably only knew that trees sprout in spring, leaves fall from trees in autumn, and Niu Niu from next door went to the supermarket to buy food. I always feel that if I know more now, my life will be more fulfilling and happier, but I still can't find the innocence of the past.

dreams are abstract. I was a very simple person when I was a child, and my dreams were very simple. Ten years ago, I would think that having a lot of delicious food was my dream; Eight years ago, I thought it was my dream to have beautiful clothes to wear; Five years ago, I would think that it was my dream to have a small partner who could care about myself; Three years ago, I would feel that it was my dream to be valued by teachers.

I don't know if you think that the bigger you grow, the less the sail on that sailboat can be blown up by the wind, and the less it can be blown in the right direction. So, are we just gonna give up? Of course not! Although my dream is simple, I want to realize it myself after all! I am also a young man with dreams! Since small sailboats can't work, let's build a big ship with our own efforts, faster, more convenient and more direct to the dream direction! Fight hard for your dreams and persevere!

do you remember your dreams? Dream is a seed, which is planted in people's hearts from childhood and grows with us. Maybe it will change in the process of growing up, but a teenager with a beautiful dream! Please remember: dream is a kind of longing, a beautiful yearning, don't forget your dream, don't stop, the road to the "dream kingdom"! ..... once once-lyric prose 7

once we _ lyric prose

miss, just like an invisible kite, the leaves in autumn are colorful and drizzling from the sky. Do you understand that in the vast and boundless sky, there are such a group of people waiting quietly in the distance, thinking of you and guarding our past? Do you remember these people?

In the past, we talked about the future and talked about our dreams.

in the past, we were always in trouble on one side and supported from all sides.

we used to wander in the heavy rain without knowing the depth of the earth.

Once we were passionate about the daytime and white clouds on the grassland.

We used to rack our brains to discuss difficult problems together.

We used to wear girlfriends photos and only wanted to "bump shirts" with you.

We used to tell frightening ghost stories under the covers.

We used to laugh together, be crazy, be silly, cry, make noise and make a fool of ourselves.