Classic Prose of Summer Flowers

Summer Flower Classic Prose 1 Who is the flower for? I asked myself this question.

Perhaps for people, in the years when the wind blows, the flowers can't stand loneliness and wither while waiting. In this way, they ruined their youth and life while waiting.

Summer is the season when flowers bloom.

In the intoxicating fragrance of years, I have never seen the secret sadness of flowers. I was never destined to write the story of its soul between seasons.

Whose heart is disturbed by the misty rain in summer?

There is not much melancholy in the rain, just quiet, just beautiful, which is a special scenery. The heart in the rain is also free, or gently sing a faint word, or fantasize about all kinds of worries. In silence, away from the noise of the world. Walking among the flowers, I saw the colors in the rain clear and clear to the sadness that seemed to be there.

Every flower has its own wish. In summer, they still silently wait for someone to find themselves and appreciate themselves. When I was freed from the words, it was a pity that they all thanked me. A month quietly left, like a star, has lost its luster. Sadly, no one sighed, no one found it, no one regretted it.

I picked them up carefully and put them on the page as the final destination. Until they disappear in the vicissitudes of time.

The taboo of flowers gradually faded away, and it suddenly occurred to me that perhaps in the past, in those sad rainy days, colorful flowers were the most beautiful. Although people don't sleep, flowers are ignored. If one day, when everything is fine, I will never look for those quiet and beautiful days. Love is more like a flower, a little bit, erased by years.

In fact, life is the same.

Near noon at the end of July, it just rained. There is no bright sun in the sky, and the sunshine is not very good. Occasionally, there will be wind, a little, through the green leaves of osmanthus trees near the fence, quietly sprinkled under your feet, under your skirt, on your temples, on your face, and quietly spread all over your world.

You sit quietly, wearing a simple white dress decorated with celadon color, sitting on the threshold of cardamom years, soft, quiet and graceful.

The green buds of osmanthus trees bloom slightly in the light blue sky, saturated with rain beads and quiet fragrance.

Suddenly looking back, I saw you in those days-as quiet as a sculpture, as beautiful as jade, as if a wisp of sweet-scented osmanthus had drifted by me ... Then, I was in a trance and at a loss.

If the word simplicity is used to describe you, it is appropriate. A plain quiet, a peaceful, a simple, such words, I think, are not enough to describe you. I suddenly thought of a sentence, "the tenderest bow is amorous feelings." Hold the willow, wrap your fingers around it, get rid of the glitz in the dust, and put an indisputable calm, plain-faced, or low-headed tea in a clean place, comfortable in the present, fragrant and carefree, which makes people love.

In the shadow of summer flowers, it is that woman, exquisite, embroidered with time, brilliantly woven, smiling at the low eyebrows with a simple mood, losing the time of youth and adding the fullness of youth, graceful as a summer violet! Frown a thousand degrees, meditate for a long time, I think, or for that person. There is always a man in the vast sea of people, willing to wait, willing to be gentle and humble, willing to be beautiful even without words. Yes, a quiet woman is like water!

And your calm and quiet, it is this woman like water.

In summer, Li Rong's streets are always full of beautiful women passing by, either enchanting or elegant, or with long hair fluttering, but I always feel that you are the woman who smells like orchids, roses or gardenias, and her leisure is beautiful. In front of me, you can catch my eye at once. I think that anyone who is calm, plain and quiet is peaceful and peaceful if he is bathed in quiet Zen in the noise. I like your peace and tranquility, and I am not far away from the hustle and bustle of downtown, and I have no intention of hiding in the Zen temple. In this world of sentient beings, occasionally write a few lines of fine print, purify your ordinary mind, enjoy yourself, and enjoy yourself in the bustling Wan Li!

The heart has scenery, everywhere scenery! Just as I love your beauty in my heart, how can I pretend that everything is empty!

I look at you quietly and comfortably, and I appreciate it.

You sit under the osmanthus tree, and let the light blue sky shed light and soft shadows on your head, face, hands and clothes ... just like an ink painting of Hong Ren Zen master, it is peaceful, meaningful and refreshing!

I am nearby, and my heart is very quiet.

At that moment, the people around you seemed to disappear, or they were completely covered by your quiet light.

Your quiet eyes were inadvertently turned by me, and your thoughts wandered, just like talking and laughing quietly with your companions. In the quiet sunshine at noon after the first rain, on a narrow street corner, I inadvertently turned around and saw you smiling quietly at me. You are quiet, you are beautiful, and you are shy. You should be the graceful woman. You have been searching for me for a long time.

I seem to see the skirt of your heart swinging up and down, dancing like a butterfly in the summer sun, which is frightening and pure and beautiful; And have you seen my delicate and warm heart under my cold appearance?

You are a woman who can plant flowers in spring, bury chrysanthemums in autumn, sit in the library of Lirong College at noon, have a cup of tea, be happy for several days and hold a bunch of roses!

Perhaps, I am still the one who has not lost my heart, so I let my thoughts wander aimlessly like a child, walking around in every little smile of yours, as if a naughty child insisted on liking you or quietly smiled, smiled or smirked. Do you like it? I think you are happy because there is your little smile in the air, and then,

Many times, you sit quietly, lowering your eyebrows and thinking. At this time, I can see that your face is as calm as jade, and your expression is as calm as chrysanthemum, like an elegant and beautiful little book, turning between the lines in summer, page by page, with warm colors.

I talked and laughed aimlessly, reading the light smile on your lips, which was peaceful and quiet, as if I saw your light dancing on the stone lake in Chengdu Du Fu Caotang, and it was as graceful as smoke among the green reeds.

In this touching afternoon, I saw your shadow every second, a little shy, smiling gently, so happy, just like summer flowers!

It turns out that I walked through the Lingnan water town and embarked on a long road full of summer flowers, just to come to your side, stand in the cool air after the rain and look up at your face. Then, I quietly breathed your peaceful breath, making my mind quiet and comfortable.

You in my eyes are quiet and gentle when you bow your head.

So, I am like a traveler, holding the Buddha in my heart, quietly coming to your side, turning the prayer flags, walking into your garden full of gardenias, crawling on the ground, listening to your quietness and serenity, not for any reason, just to be close to your quietness and warmth in silence!

Then, in the middle of every day, in your quiet breath in my ear, I laugh, silently and happily!

Xia Hua's classic prose 3 "Lin Ran who left home"

Leave a message at 5: 20

"Can you help me find her?"

Leave a message at half past six.

10 minutes later, I read the message, put on my clothes and went out.

It's already slightly dawn, so we can only walk to Lin at this time. I will always know where Lin is, because she is the person I want to protect most. Naive Lin has escaped for the fifth time. 12-year-old children run away from home because they quarrel with their mothers, that's all.

Tall buildings, street lamps, and then the lonely road in the middle. This seemingly long journey took me 20 minutes. Running has never been my strong suit, but walking is. I wish I could go on like this all my life and keep looking for Lin.

Walking through a slope, there is a stone wall next to the slope, on which many pebbles protrude and fall. The stone wall is covered with moss, and the lush blue climbs up the uneven stone surface, but I dare not say whether it is lonely or full of hope.

I knocked on the dark red wooden door, and the white-haired grandmother inside took me in and walked into a small house, which was only small enough to get out of bed, bookcase and table. Lin lay quietly on the pink bed, like a baby curled up in her mother's womb. Her calm face looks tired. Yes, I'm tired, too. I looked at her face quietly. At 7: 59, I replied: Lin Ping 'an, don't worry. In fact, she doesn't look particularly safe, because Lin still has traces of her mother's war on her arm, a shocking red color.

I gently tucked Lin in, wrote a short message to Lin with a sky-blue pen and white paper, and then quietly left the room.

Lin's mother often beats and scolds her, but she is really merciless, as if Lin is not her child. And Lin's mother is getting old quickly, and my hatred for her is gradually fading away, and more is my pity for her.

On my way home, I passed the slope and the stone wall again. Next to the stone wall, there is a little girl in a pink princess dress, blowing bubbles with a bottle and a stick that I know very well. The colorful bubbles immediately rose to the sky and disappeared. Beautiful and cruel.

In fact, I want to tell her, little girl, in fact, sometimes the world is not as beautiful as you think, nor as dazzling as the bubble. Maybe beauty is as fleeting as bubbles.

This story happened in late summer is actually true, because I can vaguely see Lin's smile like a summer flower.

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June is the season of exams, and the college entrance examination is worth remembering and remembering for most people. The beginning of life, the beginning of fate. Among all the exams, the college entrance examination is sacred. In the minds of most citizens, the college entrance examination is a road to heaven.

I called my cousin in the distance a few days ago and just finished the college entrance examination. She said, very scared. I am very worried about my wishes, afraid of being pushed to the edge by this dream planted in my heart, afraid of despair, and I have suffered from frequent insomnia recently. Her grades are very good, and it is not a big problem to be admitted to the so-called key universities in China. Aren't those children who study more afraid? Facing the college entrance examination, I don't know how to comfort this little girl who is a few years younger than me.

This year, the number of college applicants nationwide reached 6.5438+0.05 million. Shocking data, the sun and smog in June are the same, and joy and sadness go hand in hand. I forgot the scene of the college entrance examination. There should be only half of them. I lost sleep the night before the exam, but it was not anxiety, but inner excitement and excitement.

University will always be a place that fascinates all young people and a beautiful paradise. I am pregnant with my dreams and hopes, my home where my soul and spirit roam. Every city, as long as there is a middle school, will be crowded these two days. Kao Min (temporarily) and Kao Min's parents all over the country are facing the college entrance examination like a war. Nervous nerves consume even a lifetime of energy in just two or three days every year.

In this hero's zero-sum game, the joy and happiness of some people are redeemed by the depression and sadness of others. Some joys and sorrows have been copied on these young candidates countless times. Oh, poor boy.

In a country that has always advocated examination, there has been no continuous examination since the establishment of the imperial examination in Sui Dynasty. A person's personality, personality, ideals, knowledge, self-cultivation ... almost everything has become a cold score, and a real person has become a group of bloody scores, and it is chilling to watch.

A net woven by the whole nation, interwoven with the ancient love and responsibility of several generations, embodies the painstaking efforts of parents, teachers and students. What is the meaning of life? There has never been a constant answer to this question, and even the final research results of many philosophers are meaningless. But in the seriousness of candidates, all the meanings are to survive for exams and scores. The meaning of life is simply quantified as groups of data written on paper. People's dignity, rank, difference, paranoia and pride are all measured by the tool of examination.

Even if some people leave the trap of raters, they will never get out of the shadow of the exam. Of course, when there is no better mechanism to replace the college entrance examination as a means of recruiting talents, we have no right to accuse the failure or success of education.

Youth is like a summer flower. In the best years, I devoted my youth to exams, and my hobbies, interests, imagination, talents … almost all died in the exam mechanism. Many years later, it remained in many people's hearts as a' regret'. The blood of the scar is thick and colorful. In a beautiful youth, you should look at the beauty of nature in the wild during the day, look up at the stars in the sky at night and think about the vastness of life. Walking quietly on the bridge between music and art … but all this is just another fantasy life for students.

No era, no country, like China now, has turned people's value into a cold score. I'm afraid we are the only country that uses the examination mechanism to fool people. However, it is ridiculous that all the historical and political books used for teaching criticize the ancient imperial examination system. A few days ago, I read the newspaper. It seemed that several Hubei high school students were crying in the text of Fan Jinzhong's play. We laughed at Jin Fan, an ancient man, who was crazy because of the suppression of the imperial examination. But today, the whole people regard examinations as a measure to quantify people's standards. Isn't that more tragic?

What I hate most are the so-called professors, experts and officials of the Ministry of Education. They talk about education reform every year, but the more they change, the more hopeful they are. Sitting in front of the media, making a thousand words, shaking your head, bureaucracy. At first glance, it is the next generation tortured by the college entrance examination and the next generation tortured by beautiful flowers. They are angry.

A graduate student friend of Sichuan University said that he was about to leave school, only to find that the road of life was getting narrower and narrower, and sometimes he was depressed and wanted to commit suicide. She said that one of their second year students committed suicide by jumping off a building not long ago. When she went to see it, she was wrapped in colored cotton cloth and could see faint blood, like a gorgeous butterfly dying. After returning to the dormitory, I cried, and then I became numb. These things have long been unaccustomed in college campuses.

I can't comfort her. I didn't go to graduate school, so it was difficult to understand her mentality and thoughts at that time. Once, the moment she was admitted to Sichuan University as a graduate student was not only joy, but also envy. I thought her life path was much smoother than that of people with only a few undergraduate degrees.

Mountains and rivers are full of doubts, and the road to life is getting narrower and narrower after graduate school. I believe what she said is true. Where are those small rural shops with bright future?

There are many college students, busy and full of vigor. In fact, most of them are anxiety. Depression, emptiness, worry, stress ... it seems that everyone's unhappiness is left in their hearts. Biting the beauty of the soul, like some bottomless black holes, it is hard to breathe. Is there really something wrong with our education?

China Youth Daily recently reported four suicides among college students in three days: On May 8, a sophomore from Beijing Institute of Petrochemical Technology fell from the main teaching building and died; /kloc-In the early morning of May, a girl in Tsinghua University fell from the seventh floor of a student dormitory in a school and died. In the afternoon, a sophomore boy from the West Campus of China Agricultural University fell to his death. On may 15, a girl from Beijing normal university fell from the 1 1 floor of the campus science and technology building.

In fact, the number of college students who commit suicide is increasing every year. About 200,000 college students commit suicide every year in the world, and it is estimated that there are 20,000-30,000 in China. When I was in college, there was a suicide in the school, and the news would be blocked, and I didn't know until a few months later. A beautiful girl jumped off the seventh floor behind the dormitory building and left like that. A beautiful flower, quietly withered by itself.

Those things made me think deeply about the meaning of human existence. Death, reincarnation, fate, youth, pain. There are too many connections between good years and death, which always makes people sad and tearful.

College entrance examination, dreams, universities, heaven and hell. ...

Many people are accusing college students, but who can really understand them?

The pressure of study, the torture of poverty, the deformity of the education system, the depression and irritability of teenagers' emotions ... that one will not hurt their sensitive hearts that are bound and alienated by scores since childhood. This includes my children tortured by grades, poor elves. At the age of green, it bears a weight disproportionate to the intensity of life.

I'm here, right here.

Jing Hong is as short as summer flowers.

What a wonderful and regrettable world.

We just hugged, laughed and cried.

I came to see you from far away.

Obsessed with wandering around the world, I am crazy about her.

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Pu Shu's "Life is like Summer Flowers" is a lyric, and this beautiful world is most worthy of our nostalgia. I think that one day we will all fall asleep and will not wake up for so long. Then why not bloom brilliantly when you are awake? ...

Happy children, melancholy teenagers, passionate women, calm middle age ... We came to this world by chance to live, love and be wonderful carefully. Short life, like beautiful summer flowers. ...

Bloom for love and never die.

In the hot summer, I know the meaning of green leaves, the rising life and the blooming flowers give me the true meaning of life, and I will get out of the scorching sun.

Live a happy life, let each of us vent our pressure, pin our helpless reality on mountains and rivers, realize the charm of flowers, know the selflessness of green leaves, silently set off the beauty of flowers, and let me realize the greatness of love. Love flowers is not forced, and flowers are not forced, which shows the most important meaning of love-giving up everything for love. Let go of the bondage of desire and sublimate the truth of feelings.

Look at the flowers and know my heart. Although I am moved, I know my actions. I am not fascinated and wander in the troubles of life. Wandering between heaven and earth, I will bring great love worth cherishing. When I meet a dragon, I will only do good deeds, help everything to reach myself easily, pay my love and life, live in my own time, seize every minute and always care about the people around me. However, my feelings are infinitely magnified, and I will be as beautiful as summer flowers. Know how to live like a flower, pay a line in reality, and bear the most delicious fruit through self-persistence.

After the heartbeat, relive the feelings at that time. The world is as cruel as the present reality.

We are all in confusion, striving for success with enthusiasm for life, work, love and parents, or learning. Don't let anyone enjoy failure, and find a way out in the abyss of failure. Never realized that life is beautiful and health is happiness.

How many people are fettered by money and fame, why don't they understand the fetters of feelings?

When you lose love, friendship and affection, are you sad again and again? Can you complain about the status quo and hate fate?

Our shaken hearts can withstand several storms and get lost in the cruel real life, so many factors limit you and me, and we know nothing at the crossroads of life.

All this depends on the heart of the true self, showing beauty to everyone you see like summer flowers, and showing the true feelings to those who know themselves.

Sometimes I pin my feelings on words, landscape paintings and grass. Free my bound mind from play and busyness.

Whenever I see summer flowers, I find coolness in the hot summer days. This is the real peace of mind and emptiness.

My friend, in the boring life, work and study, are you still worried? Find emotional sustenance and express your feelings!

Let's enjoy life, enjoy life, enjoy life, I am here to share my heart with you.

Remember, this is the first time you are touched, and you know Xia Hua. Live a wonderful life, live a sweet life, know how to be happy, and be content.

Summer Flower Classic Prose 6 always wakes up at a fixed time every day. Outside the window, it is the darkest black before dawn. Everything is sleepy silence, I woke up, I was happy, and ushered in a new day.

Soak a cup of green tea and watch those small leaves spread slowly, and the faint fragrance permeates the whole space. Habitually turn on the computer, pick a favorite music and turn down the volume. I came to my own "three-point private school" and read my friends' words one by one, leaving my sincere blessings and feelings. Occasionally, when I am in the mood, I will also tap the keyboard and write down deep or shallow memories. At this moment, I am happy and free!

Before going to work, I will smile happily in front of the mirror. I deeply sigh that there is too much helplessness in this world, and the best effort is to return it to a splendid place.

Sticking to the little innocence left in my bones, I often lend a helping hand to wandering singers and beggars in the cold wind without hesitation, and at the same time mutter, "Even if you are lying to me, I will admit it!" On the one hand, cheer for each other's shallow "thank you"!

I learned not to miss those sad and warm days in the past. I walked alone in the street and watched passers-by passing by in a hurry, making up beautiful stories for them in my heart. When you are lonely, go to the beauty salon to relax and enjoy the comfort of young girls' hands. Invite a confidant, talk about madness and stupidity in the snack bar, and even invite them to "elope", regardless of the surprised eyes of men.

The world of mortals, I am the youngest. Life is like a summer flower, and I am leisurely opening a plain one.