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Lyric prose tells short sentences
2. Beautiful lyric sentences Originally, there was a beautiful dream. In the dream, the beads of light flow, and the beautiful light keeps knocking at the door of the heart. Therefore, it curiously opened the eyes of the petals and slowly bloomed, but it was repeatedly closed in confusion because of the cold air and the unpredictable eyes of animals. Finally, it was a little uneasy. It found that, wow, it slowly spread out in front of it. There is a sound, bleak as the ancient road west wind, sad as the setting sun in autumn.
There is an echo, melancholy is like cold rain in the dark night, and sadness is like falling flowers in a deserted garden. There is a natural voice destined to be a sad voice-vicissitudes of life, hidden in the polishing of time and the changes of the world.
I like to sit quietly and listen to the vicissitudes of life, the aftershocks of a sharp weapon hitting each other. It's raining hard, and the withered branches of trees are pale green. The rain drops on the treetops and becomes a string of water-like notes.
The ground is also wet a lot, emitting a refreshing fragrance. Grass also sneaked out of the ground and began to weave green carpets.
It rained heavily in the spring rain. It is gently awakening the earth, quietly taking away the cold, and slowly soothing the wounds of trees in winter. Spring rain washes away the remnants of winter, and everything wakes up under the spring breeze and grows under the nourishment of spring rain.
3. The lyric sentence in the composition is 1. Look back at the right time, find a quiet and leisurely environment, quietly listen to the birds telling the past of spring and watch the weeping willows touch the lake.
Learn to observe the beauty of nature and listen to its voice. Let go of everything and enjoy the baptism of nature quietly.
In the distance, there is a silent snow peak. There is a stone under the snow peak with a name on it. Although it is cold, it has been warm in the years. Always wandering alone, coming in a hurry, leaving a long, trudging footprint, in the end of the world, in the end of the world, in each other's hearts.
3. Even if I am just a nameless little flower, I will bloom charming wheatgrass in a quiet corner, bloom in elegance forever, face the world of mortals with the most beautiful posture, fragrant others, beautiful myself and lock my eyes. The road of youth always seems to be full of reunion and parting. When the hourglass time is gone forever, and my memory is decreasing day by day, I seem to foresee the sky in June, the tears flowing from the sun, the wanton publicity of parting branches, and finally I can't stay.
The breeze caresses the willows, and the graceful branches hang down to caress the lake. A few birds are chirping in the branches, telling the past of that spring.
The past, like smoke, has long since vanished, leaving only that lonely feeling in the world. Fortunately, after a hard struggle, I finally came out.
For a time, I hated you; I hate you for disrupting my life, but you don't know how to cherish it irresponsibly. Someone once said that my life is as elegant as a lotus and as quiet as a lotus. I can't bear to disturb its tranquility, but I just wait far away.
I have been spoiled by everything, but I still stand in the dust with a water-stop attitude, but I don't want to go into your city by mistake and fall into your gentle spoil. But it turns out that this is a catastrophe that fate cannot escape.
7. Flowers bloom, and spring will be dusk, because there is a faint fragrance. Fortunately, God also sympathized with my love of flowers and sent me a wisp of fragrance on such a beautiful night.
8. The sunshine outside the window penetrates the catkin and falls on a corner of the glass, folding out the folds of color. I counted every deep or shallow mark, and carved the past into words in the morning window with desolate memory, which moistened the taste of sunshine in my heart.
9. Spring time, through the veil of memory, through the dream of rain, I seem to hear a trembling sigh, gently penetrating the frozen soul. This is the decadence left by youth, like the sunshine in early winter, lingering in the evening breeze, slowly withering and turning to ashes. 10, it is said that June is a turning point in life, ending a youth and opening a dream of growth.
And I miss this June after so many years. My mood is transparent and I have no intention of performing joys and sorrows. I just looked back quietly. Those flowers that once appeared in my dreams are so real, just like yesterday. 1 1. Everything in the world has feelings. The flowers in this life may be people in previous lives, just to find a sentient past life and come to this world.
The deep affection and reluctance of the unicorn flower made me see love, the fate beyond dependence and love, and the people and things beyond the fall of love. 12. In the sky, there is a beautiful moon. There is a dream under the moon, and there is singing in the dream. Although vague, it is accompanied by every day of life.
Always wandering alone, day and night, silent and calling, deformed and beautiful. 13, each of us is a living individual. Walking on a lonely bridge for a hundred years, outsiders can't find their own hearts. A lonely heart carries the cold autumn of life, with deep sadness and endless sadness that can't be turned away.
14. The epiphyllum in nature blooms overnight, leaving people with endless aftertaste and eternal intoxication; Meteors and fireworks, even if the sky is in a hurry, still bloom beautifully; After experiencing the "wildfire never dies, the spring breeze blows high", the grass still stubbornly declares to the world that life is blooming and the spirit still exists. 15, leaving, the color still exists, which is the mutual appreciation of life; Leave, the color is still there, it is open in difficulties, it is strong in despair; Leave, the color is still there, it is the watch of love in the world of mortals, it is the prosperous and unchanging hope ... 16, a piccolo, for a while; A vagrant, a call; A silhouette, a fleeting time.
Who caresses the piano and sings softly, twisting the years into green time; Who bathes in the wind, sings the flute and delivers youth to the bright night sky; Who is the night, who is the day, and who dances on whose road? I grit my teeth, because I am not afraid, I will always stare at the cold winter, waiting for the first snowflake in the distance! 17, photos, happily and quietly blooming in memory, beautiful April, a wisp of spring breeze in Shaoguan City, make your heart as quiet as poetry! 18, perishable youth is also like a flower. How many people have bloomed in youth and are beautiful for a while; How many people left a glorious past when their youth passed away. I also pointed out the country and inspired the text; I once believed that the wisdom of young people is the wisdom of the country, and the strength of young people is the strength of the country. So many people can forget the heroic spirit, and how many people can forget the fleeting years when youth slipped away quietly.
4. Lyric articles and beautiful sentences 1. I always want others to know my feelings, those heavy, those unspeakable sadness and desolation, but how can I draw all my life wheels for you on shallow paper? How can I make you understand? Forget it, forget it, you think I'm a farce, and you close the door because I'm happy, each with his own happiness or tears. 2. In fact, having other people's arrangements in life is not a kind of happiness, just like not thinking is also a kind of happiness. When I can tell others with a smile that I think the happiest thing is sleeping, who can tell me how many angels are silent together in the sky? This kind of life is not silence, but confusion at most. And the black heaviness that passes through the hall every night will never appear. The winter of that year was a flying Prajna paramita. You opened a bright stalk with three broken memories. Whose silence took away whose dress? Who refused the curtain call? Who will always stage the desolation under prosperity and forbearance? There are two flowers, three broken chapters and infinite memories. Angels crowded everywhere with vague memories. This country is full of sad tall grass. The lost years in the tall grass have been flying south with the birds flying south in the desert north of Hebei Province. The broken string in the north darkens the cenotaph of the soul. I have been a hunter standing in the wind with lost memories since ancient times. I am free, lonely, unruly, fierce, gentle, wandering and immortal. We said that one day we would all go to Tibet to live in seclusion and see what magnificence Sanskrit Buddha sings brought by those high-flying free winds. Look at those prayer flags and Ma Fengqi drawing the most beautiful rainbow in the sky. We also said that we would sneak into Nepal when we were free, but when we were in geography class, we suddenly found that there was a Himalayas between Tibet and Nepal, and we were speechless. That pure life is doomed to be far away from me. I walked in a numb body and felt it for a long time. Those barren pains are engraved on my bones bit by bit. My bones will disappear one day. Scattered in a place I don't know. Moonlight will light up every village in an instant. At that moment, the memory of the whole world will wake up. Everyone will see the sadness of running around the world. All routes and paths will be expanded. I wonder, at that time, will anyone cry? I don't know what to say. Most of the language disappeared in my chest. The blue sky overhead has sunk very high, and having you around makes me feel very calm. 6. We are happier than anyone in our life, but when all the people disperse, we are quieter than anyone else. So many times I don't want to write about the sadness in my life. I want those sorrows to settle down. No one knows, when thousands of years later, I ... I think they should also be condensed into crystal amber. 7. He and she walked through the four seasons unconsciously. All this changed the expressions of the two people, and they went their separate ways, waiting for the agreed goal in the coming year, while the branches of the four seasons were still broken, covering up their dying faces. 8. Can my heart remain numb when my gorgeous imagination is suppressed and I cry every night? Hypnotize yourself day after day. 9. I can't see anyone's life. I walked up and down the old street, next to a black, blue and yellow wall. 10. The rotten leaves in the memory box, those fresh green leaves, have already been buried at the end of the time scale. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew and turned into rain on a lonely night. All the people watching the sunset were covered with a bang. 1 1. I always thought that mountains were the story of water, clouds were the story of wind, and you were my story, but I didn't know if I was your story. Sometimes I see the silent flow of clouds, and my heart is full of sadness. It feels like days are flowing like this, those who say it.
An innate confusion made me escape. 14. At one time, my history book was full of 1934.
In 1934, there was a strong purple light around my mind. It was a distant era that no longer existed, and it was also an old tree ring for me. I can sit on it and relive the vicissitudes of 1934.
15. Hatred or love disappears like singing in the wind. The cold winter is about to pass, and the colorful spring is about to begin.
I am no longer confused by dazzling brilliance, I want to pursue the fullness of autumn harvest. 16. I have always believed that my left chest is as melancholy as a rain cloud, while my right chest is full of high transparency happiness. The left atrium freezes and the right atrium burns. When I am lonely, I long for crowds, but when I am noisy, I want to be abandoned. Trying to keep happiness with time is the stupidest thing, because happiness always runs faster than time.
Time can capture only the shadow of happiness: memories. 18. I saw the song of Sasha Vujacic lingering in my fingers. The amber time ebbed and flowed, filled with golden cracks in time, burning and shining, and suddenly turned around. Yesterday's scars of time and space reversed, flashy happiness and brilliant fairy tales passed by instantly, and the shining light was scattered in the place where I had passed, looming.
Despite the pain and sadness, we grew up together in the wind full of flowers. Then standing under the sky, watching the fleeting time, watching the fleeting time, laughing and recalling those flashy and fairy tales. 20. Who planted acacia in his heart into red beans?
Let me grind the beans into powder to see if there is any acacia. 2 1. I am a girl who likes to see flying flowers in my dreams, and I like to look for graceful figures that used to fly all over the sky in the nothingness of time and space. I often think: If you can always follow the footsteps of the wind, you will certainly be able to hold flying flowers. Is it because we paint the sky with life that there are colorful clouds all over the sky? Is it because we can only hold back tears brighter than meteors when looking up at the sky? If you are lonely, remember everyone who passes by in your life.
22. I, with a wandering heart, want to find a quiet harbor, but I don't know where to go.
5. Beautiful lyric sentences 1. Like Xanthium sibiricum, I want to follow you to the ends of the earth, but you lost me in the summer when I was sixteen, and I can't find my home anymore.
2. Come on, I'll wait for you in the water; Fire, I will wait for you in the ashes.
3. The first flower had a beautiful dream. In the dream, the pearl of light flowed and the beautiful light kept knocking at the door of the heart. So, it curiously opened the petals' eyes and slowly bloomed, but because of the cold air and the unpredictable eyes of animals, it repeatedly closed in a panic and stabbed each other. Finally, it was a little uneasy. It stretched a little and found that, wow, it was waiting slowly in front.
4. There is a sound, bleak as the ancient road west wind, sad as the setting sun in autumn. There is an echo, melancholy is like cold rain in the dark night, and sadness is like falling flowers in a deserted garden. There is a natural voice destined to be a sad voice-vicissitudes of life, hidden in the polishing of time and the changes of the world. I like to sit quietly and listen to the vicissitudes of life, the aftershocks of a sharp weapon hitting each other.
It is raining, and the dry branches of the trees have a layer of light green color. The rain drops along the treetops and becomes a string of water-like notes. The ground is also wet a lot, emitting a refreshing fragrance. Grass also sneaked out of the ground and began to weave green carpets. It rained heavily in the spring rain. It is gently awakening the earth, quietly taking away the cold, and slowly soothing the wounds of trees in winter. Spring rain washes away the remnants of winter, and everything wakes up under the spring breeze and grows under the nourishment of spring rain.
I hope these sentences are helpful to you!
6. Lyric sentences (short literature and art) Is the departure of leaves the pursuit of the wind or the persistence of the tree?
The wind tells me that beauty is always far away, so it will always look for it. . . The drift bottle stubbornly lies in the embrace of the beach, waiting, waiting for the beauty to come back one day, and so on. . .
Before it is dull, our love is like sugar, until it is sweet enough to make people sad. . . You said you wanted to fly freely. I opened my hands and sent the kite string to the sky. I just want to tell you that I hope you really don't feel sad after liberation. . .
On the way, I continued to look for the lost beauty. But I don't know if the beauty of the past can cure my heart now. . .
We travel through time and space, so we grow old slowly, but we lose each other's arms. We grow old in time, but we can't see each other's smiles anymore. . . I don't know if I should continue to look for the beauty of the past, but I really want to say, I'm sorry, forgive me for not being able to grow old with you.
7. I want some lyric and beautiful sentences. 1. Heroes live up to expectations, but you owe me happiness. What can you do to make up for it?
In the end, cattle and sheep were stuffed with empty checks, and happiness was never completed.
In this world, there are too few people who care about each other and too many people who forget the rivers and lakes.
2. I suddenly feel like a gorgeous puppet, performing all the joys and sorrows, but there are always countless shining silver threads on my back, manipulating my every move.
Suddenly I feel like a doll, acting all kinds of joys and sorrows. There are many shiny silver silk threads on my back, which control all my actions.
3. Memories of rotten leaves, those fresh and tender green leaves have long been buried in the front of the time scale, and only the overwhelming rotten smell remains at the end of the time scale. When I stubbornly carry my bags and start a new journey alone, I know that as long as a few friends stand behind me and stare. Their eyes are as vast and far-reaching as the sunset, which makes me feel heavy. However, when we decide to go alone, all the curses and betrayals are left behind. We can smile stubbornly and cry sadly, but we still move on. How many flowers fall in my dreams?
What you thought you would never forget will be unrecognizable one day.
Time has taught us nothing, but it has taught me not to believe a myth easily; The most admirable thing about myth is that it is not credible!
I didn't know that when I died, staring at the sky was so bleak, and the groans of snowbirds swept away obliquely. I saw your face in the light blue sky, so I smiled, because I saw you, happy as a child who didn't grow up.
6. The real hero is not because he defeated the enemy, but because he has the courage to protect his conscience and face the past and the present!
7. "Excalibur is like me, I am the sword god! There is no justice except the sword in my hand. "
My principal and interest have forgotten this world, and I'm dying. I miss the loyal ministers and chivalrous men in ancient times, and I can't help reading their legacy. Although I can't see that wealth is a floating cloud, how can I forget it? I entered the torch, my heart was influenced by it, and heaven and earth were shameless. I said two words to it: the right way!
8. Bernard Shaw said, "There are two tragedies in life. One is not getting your love, and the other is getting your love. " But after careful consideration, it is found that the foothold of this statement is possession, so there will be two tragedies: the pain of unsatisfied possession and the boredom of satisfaction. If we shift our foothold to creation and look at life from an aesthetic perspective, can't we say that there are two great pleasures in life: one is that you can't get what you love, so you can seek and create; The other is to get something you love so that you can taste and experience it?
9. Artistic realm and magical realm are almost games. The only difference is that in the artistic realm, people like games as much as children, and the reality is one. In the field of magic, there is a clear line between the two, just like naive and experienced adults playing games with great interest and sadly thinking that games are just games.
10. Persistence is as far away from wisdom as pessimism. The danger of pessimism is an attitude of refusing to live, and the danger of persistence is an attitude of possession. But life cannot be possessed. . . We would rather ponder it with a leisurely temperament, than let too eager pursuit and gains and losses occupy us, so that we no longer have the mood of pondering.
1 1. We finally found that not only our childhood and youth disappear with time, but also a complete world composed of people, trees, houses, streets and the sky, including our love and sadness, feelings and moods, and our whole spiritual world.
12. Incompleteness is the normal state of life and a positive attitude ... Of course, if a person encounters death in an unfinished state of mind, he will feel abrupt and wronged, and even die unsatisfied. However, as long as we realize that the things in life can never be done, and that life can never be completed no matter when death comes, then we will reach a settlement with death at any stage of life and keep a detached attitude while actively entering.
13. Silence is the last dignity of the desperate. Silence is the highest contempt for the Avengers.
There are two kinds of inferiority complex. One is inferiority before God. This kind of person has infinite awe and humility, knows the limitations of all human achievements, and will not get carried away or be arrogant under any circumstances. The other is to face the inferiority of others. This kind of person cares about comparing with others in intelligence, ability, achievement or anything he values, worships the strong and despises the weak accordingly, so inferiority can easily turn into arrogance.
15. The rebellious form of human spirit: great wisdom is stupid, great goodness is evil, great sorrow is joyful, great faith is doubtful, and great seriousness is frivolous.
16. A clown may know more about the bitterness of life than a hero.
17. Life is short, just like carefree and smooth sailing. How is it possible? Look at the sky over there, you have made so many wishes. People are so grateful!
8. Excerpts from beautiful prose sentences If the eyes are a pair of window sashes open to the soul, they are two clear springs that gush from the soul; Then, the secret is the treasure house of the soul, and it is a touch of light of the soul.
Didn't you say that you can only be a real person if you have secrets in your heart? If reading is the cornerstone of life and combing the feathers of life, then practice is to build the temple of life and train the wings of life. Can life really stand and fly between heaven and earth after practice? Home can extend far and wide, including the world; Home can be very small, and only two people can fight as a bee.
Home can be tree-lined and prosperous, surrounded by a paradise for small birds. Home can be a mess, a river of blood, and be built into a death row for men and women.
The key is that every member is both a king and a soldier, so we should build it to guard it, adjust domestic and foreign affairs harmoniously and handle border defense well. Running for happiness, we are trying to find it.
However, where is happiness? Happiness should be a cool oasis in the desert, for the mountains and rivers we are eager to see, but we only see a few clusters of seabuckthorn in the end; Happiness should be a shining pearl in the sea, right? We waded into the river, explored the sea and looked for traces, but in the end we only found a few shells; Happiness should be a comfortable castle during the journey, right? Hungry and thirsty, we went for a walk in the evening and finally found a simple room; Happiness should be the peach and apricot orchard beyond the mountain, right? We went through a lot of hardships and were panting, but in the end we only saw a few bends of weeping willows and grass. In fact, we should not idealize happiness too much. There is no complete happiness in the world.
All thoughts that can stimulate vitality are beautiful. There is only one enemy, and that is selfishness. It can make the spring of life turbid and dry, and it can make the sky of the soul narrow and dark.
It can dim the ideal star. Strive to inspire the light and strength in your heart, and inspire selfless love and dedication.
Open the ancient poetry, you can taste the poet's profound thoughts and feelings one by one, and then think and feel. After seeing Wang Wei and Meng Haoran, you will know what it means to love mountains and rivers. After reading Du Fu and Bai Juyi, you will know what caring complex is. After reading Xin Qiji and Lu You, you will know what patriotism is.
In reading and taste, you have been integrated with poets, which has subtly improved your moral cultivation and aesthetic taste. Some people pursue fame by hook or by crook, and as a result, their reputation is ruined; Lei Feng never leaves a name when doing good deeds, and enjoys a high reputation in China. Some people want to write down words that will remain in the world for a long time, and the result is quickly forgotten; Lu Xun only wishes that his articles will decay quickly, but they will last forever.
How many articles can I keep? The sky is full of stars, only a crescent moon is taken. Some people try their best to live a long life and end up doing nothing in their lives.
Wang Bo died young, but left a permanent farewell. How many people are famous in the world? Only diamonds shine in the Ganges.
How many people have paid attention to history through the ages? Big waves wash sand, only a little real gold is left. What kind of book is Life? Some people are plain and gentle, but his life track is rich and delicate; Some people have many difficulties, but his book of life is fascinating; Some people have a successful career, but his book of life is unbearable.
The color of spring is cool and green, such as blue waves and tender bamboo, full of infinite hope. The color of autumn is fiery red, such as sunset glow and red leaves, which marks the perfection of everything.
The color of autumn is warm yellow, such as golden ears of wheat and sorghum, rippling with the joy of harvest. The lazy man's messy footprint, wandering backwards, is a confession written on the road of life; Hard-working people's solid and powerful footprints, marching forward bravely, are lyric poems engraved at the peak and dangerous place, how bold and unconstrained.
You can't control the weather, but you can change your mood. You cannot change your appearance, but you can control yourself.
You can't foresee tomorrow, but you can cherish today. Honest people regard life as a continuous mountain peak and strive to climb it one by one; Cunning people regard life as a ship, and have it both ways grasps the direction.
A cunning man may gain a lifetime, but lose his true self; Honest people may have a rough life, but they have found the true meaning of life. What is history? The vicissitudes of a land can be a history, the rise and fall of a nation can be a history, the joys and sorrows of a family can be a history, and the rise and fall of a person can be a history.
History can be very long, as long as the journey of life, as old as the age of human beings; History can be as big as the world and the universe. Everything in the past is history.
There is grass green in summer, flowers in summer and jade leaves in winter. In summer, hundreds of rivers flow into the sea, the sky is blue and transparent, and boating after rain can always make people feel relaxed and forget to return; It's freezing thousands of miles in winter, snowing in Wan Li and skating on the lake, which makes people feel happy and full of interest.
Although the specific experiences in the journey of life always seem so trivial, so ordinary, so long and so tireless, it is precisely they that constitute a truly wonderful life. This is the most precious state of life.
Life is like wine, or fragrant, or thick, or thick, or light, and it becomes mellow because of honesty; Life is like a song, high or low, sad or happy, because of honesty, it becomes happy; Life is picturesque, or bright, or dim, or simple and elegant, or colorful, because it is frank, it becomes beautiful. Although the meteor fell, it pierced the night sky with beautiful light. Although the music is over, the passionate melody is inspiring.
Fielding said, "Bad books, like bad friends, may kill you." That's true.
But there is no need to go to the other extreme and exaggerate the influence of books on people's personality. More often, good people read bad books or good people, and bad people read good books or bad people.
Friendship is a useful savings in life. This savings is to give all help in a difficult situation, to give severe advice on the wrong road, to help you sincerely when you fall, and to wipe away your tears when you are in pain.
Trust is the precious wealth of life. This savings is a kind look at you when rumors strike, a firm companion on the way forward, all-round support when encountering difficulties, and a heart lamp to drive away the pain when being slandered.
The reason why dripping water can wear.
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