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Messy Prose Collection (Collection 12)

No matter in school or in society, many people have written compositions, right? Essay is a kind of prose, which is not limited by genre and can be flexible and eclectic. What are the classic essays? The following is my messy essay for your reference only. Let's have a look.

Messy prose 1 faint moonlight,

Swaying the blooming night.

Loneliness shuts the world of mortals out,

Long hair, messy in the wind.

There is a free song,

Struggling in the heartbeat.

Tonight, who is spinning the warp wheel,

Let the shadows in my heart gradually blur?

Meeting in this life is a dream,

The throb of this shore and the other shore,

Drifting in the summer breeze,

Only a dark dream is still singing at midnight.

On this trip, the flowers in Yanyu Ancient City have nothing to do with me.

Only the flower season of tea is ambiguous with me.

At this time, I just want to quietly pick up a flying flower.

Bury the second blooming heart alone.

The story on the bluestone board,

It has moved to the next reincarnation before it is perfect.

Perhaps, some people don't have to read white hair from their hair.

Some landscapes don't have to read flowers from flowers.

From then on, I was isolated from the world,

Fold a dying flower,

Guarding the ruins of love,

Let's have the most beautiful solo dance.

I am an annoying child. For a time, I had a lot of arguments with you every day, and I knew it was unreasonable, but it happened. Finally, in the cold war, I went back to apologize to others and would still call the next day. Every day, I trouble many people, find some boring things to practice talking with others, sometimes I will forget who I am if I win, and I will cheat if I lose. Such a girl is really boring. Actually, I just don't want to be forgotten Even if I am annoyed, I am sad at most, but being remembered is my happiness.

A messy essay 3 A little bit of thoughts scattered and fled. Just like in my pen, I can't gather a little words, so that they can gather into a river and trickle.

The night is dark and the air is hot. Tired air conditioning, hoarse sobs, leaving only a little coolness, flowing out from the other side. The exam is coming, and the children's homework is like a hill. The test papers in the sky are flying all over the sky, one east and one west. When they arrived, they couldn't even tell which was which.

Quietly tutoring children's homework, watching the clock go fast, I really hope I can replace him. Fortunately, children are less worried, and they are safe when they come. They are still happily doing their homework, taking their time, just like playing games. Despite my mother's repeated urging, I went my own way.

My mind is in a mess and I have no clue. All the joys and sorrows are blowing in the wind. I know why, but I don't want to know why Is it almost fifteen? No wonder, the moon in the sky is so round, with only a little regret. I haven't seen such a big and round moon for a long time, and the people who shine through the curtains are dazzling. It may be because the weather here has been sunny in recent days, and the "high fever" does not go away.

Look after the children, the computer and the mobile phone. The mobile phone is right in front of me. At this time, there is no sound. Just now, just now, Iraqi text messages kept coming, one by one, and they were displayed in front of my eyes. It takes eighteen hours from walking to returning. Iraqis always come and go in a hurry, in a hurry and unpredictable. The plane at seven o'clock in the morning arrived home at one o'clock in the morning, and I didn't know where to go the next morning. A phone call, a text message, maybe that's all we have left.

Tired of life, day after day, year after year. Day after day, year after year, never ending. Do our utmost to protect our homeland and the harbor of Iraqis. I hope that when he comes back, he can unload all the burdens, all the tiredness, all the pain, all the loneliness, rest his feet and start another journey the next day. I dare not complain, I can't complain, I just hope that at this moment, the night flight carrying my loved ones will be more stable and stable, flying in the vast sky and landing safely!

Messy essays 4 Many times, I am quiet. Quietly dwelling in the dormitory, quietly reading decadent words, quietly listening to gloomy songs, quietly in a daze. This silence makes me feel lonely and lonely. But I am doomed not to swim blindly in the water like a fish, because I can't regard myself as a happy child and ignore my inner loopholes.

I don't know when it started to become like this. Everything I write makes people feel sad and desperate. There is a damp feeling between the lines, full of water molecules. However, this is also a matter of course. Every time I write only when I am in a bad mood, I will vent my anger on the words. Especially recently, I often write with wet eyes. No wonder. Since I learned to surf the Internet, I have made many friends and buddies, but I have become more and more withdrawn. Looking back on the sixth grade, it was my most flamboyant time. Proud as a gorgeous swallowtail butterfly, it thinks it is the best, and it is the bright spot of the world. At that time, I didn't know anything. The cruel competition and ruthless reality were really an ignorant child full of fairy tales.

In the deserted space where no one patronizes, I don't care much, just be alone! Looking at the words in the space, my heart is very full. They recorded the mileage of my love, the troubles of my love, and all the joys and sorrows about this man! At least they proved that I really loved, really loved!

Loneliness always strikes inadvertently! At the beginning of love, we just lived a simple life, without extravagant hopes, and plain is home! In daily life, we have the same but different watchs, but I know that if there is eternal happiness, we will all covet it! The sunshine outside is really good, but the haze in my heart is lingering. Always like this. The unpredictable future of life is so humble in confusion. ...

When working, I am eager to rest, even at the expense of getting sick; When I have a rest, I find life boring. It is better to find a job casually, even if it is very hard, people are always so contradictory!

Is the feeling of longing for wandering really an ideal or to get rid of the complexity of the world? If you really give us a pair of wandering wings, will we really leave everything behind to fly? In reality, we all plan for a long time because of an accidental trip, including considering potential safety hazards. If we really become scavengers, can we really turn our backs? Meeting, such a beautiful presentation in life; Injured, but follow! How many beauties can be without discount, how many hearts can be without tears, and how many past events can be as light as water? After all, I walked, after all, I loved. ...

Fish's memory is only 7 seconds. After seven seconds, everything in sight is new to it! Therefore, its love is only seven seconds. Seven seconds of love can last a lifetime, but human beings need to grow up for almost seventy years to complete love! It's better to be a fish, but you can't love, and you can have eternal love if you continue in the afterlife!

With regard to love and life, people can't understand the mystery in a lifetime. Many people just accept life without foresight and preparation, but few people can really grasp their own pulse! One more time, come on! We will finally see hope!

At sixes and sevens mood, at sixes and sevens words, in order to forget to commemorate. ...

Messy Essay 6 What I mean by "messy thoughts" here is actually just a kind of soliloquy when a person is alone. When writing these words, you don't have to hold your mobile phone at any time and place like now, you must write when the computer is online. So, I stopped writing intermittently, and then I was forgotten in the draft box. Nowadays, mobile phones have more and more functions, such as taking photos, illustrating and inserting music. So people rely more and more on mobile phones. Some people even said metaphorically: If you forget to bring your mobile phone when you go out now, it is just like a woman forgetting to wear pants when she goes out, which makes people feel embarrassed and uncomfortable.

I often say to myself: I have such a metaphor for how to look at the relationship between my wife and friends: my wife is like warm sunshine and my friends are like beautiful scenery. Sunshine is always ordinary, and I can't feel her value. Scenery is always rare, so I think it's worth remembering. In fact, you can't ignore the sunshine when you appreciate the scenery. Imagine, who will go out to enjoy the scenery in bad weather? To take a step back, compared with sunny days, enjoying the scenery on cloudy days always makes people feel eclipsed, and the effect is definitely not as good as sunny days. In sunny weather, the beautiful scenery will be more dazzling. The weather conditions will also affect people's mood. People always choose to travel when they are in a good mood, and never go for an outing to enjoy spring when they are sad or sick. When you can feel: a pool of blue waves and red carp, a pool of lotus leaves reflecting the blue sky, your mood must be at the most pleasant moment.

Therefore, it naturally occurred to me that anyone can touch the jade muscle with intoxicated hands, and his tongue is red when he is sad and inseparable when he is happy; Who hasn't been crazy when catching butterflies, walked under the moon before flowers, sat opposite each other in dim candlelight, dozed off when crossing the jungle, and sucked when forgetting? As long as we can keep these in mind, the special happiness between husband and wife will not leave us. You can sweet talk when you are happy, and you can cry when you are sad. There is a special relationship in the world, called in-laws and couples; There is a warm feeling in the world, called the magic cloud and Ai Yu. The crossbow horse always loves the plank road, and only the fine horse runs thousands of miles. A man who doesn't even know how to cherish the mutual affection between husband and wife may not know how to cherish the friendship between friends. On the other hand, a man who can't attract other women's attention may not be important to his wife. ...

These random imaginations are basically some soul essays I wrote when I just retired from my unit in 20xx and worked as a building manager at Huazhong University of Science and Technology. The so-called essays are just random and irrelevant ideas. For lonely people, it is a kind of emotional catharsis, a kind of moaning without illness to attract others' attention and gain their sympathy. I call these short articles written recently "Days in Huake" in order to firmly remember these experiences. The first composition is Thinking about Rainy Days, because there is always a lot of rain at the turn of summer and autumn in 20xx, and it rains at both ends for three days. It seems to be to relieve the pressure of life caused by hot weather, or to eliminate the anxiety caused by hot summer, and so is the derived adjustment.

In the face of such a rainy season, I deeply lamented that the ancients' eyes on life were very meticulous and keen, and their lyricism was also very vivid. For example, if you write down the signs before it rains, you can use it: "Rain is coming." This sentence is very apt. Just before the rainstorm, I carefully observed that a very violent wind blew the fallen leaves on the ground like a roller ring. At this time, the sky is gloomy and gloomy, which is really a sign before the rainstorm. After the violent storm, everything was quiet again. It's the kind of scene where the clouds are light and the wind is light When I think of the impression I left when I saw the lotus a few days ago, I can't help thinking of picking lotus and catching fish in my hometown pond when I was a child. Just as painters love to draw lotus flowers, lotus leaves and lotus stems, it is because of a feeling that is difficult to give up. Lotus is quiet and elegant; Lotus leaves are green, wet when it rains, and dry when it rains. Just like human spirituality, we can afford it and let it go. Lotus stems are even more wonderful, and the stems will not die, and will last for thousands of years and spread from generation to generation. Trinity, it's broken I am the one who is inextricably linked with these friends. Artistic conception and taste are very inspirational. Sketch or freehand brushwork is an inexhaustible subject. I remember that night, I was quite interested, so I casually sang:

A person watching the bright moon by the window missed the circle several times, and missed the circle several times. I will use your heart to understand my heart, and I will make love in my dream. Only when you rub your hands for breast enhancement, your mouth is red and your tongue is close to your forehead, don't let the spring night down. Knowing agriculture and inspiration, and then thinking like a spring. I wrote as beautifully as possible for you, and I shed tears on the paper for a long time. Hands gently wipe away the tears of love, you linger, I linger. It is better to lie on a bed like glue than to listen to orchestra in a bamboo basket. The lingering melody is very beautiful, especially for Iraqis. Midnight scholars can be fox spirits. That night, I really looked like a poor ancient scholar in a trance. Without food and tea to quench my thirst, I fell asleep at my desk and dreamed that a fox spirit came in from the window to comfort my loneliness.

But instead of waiting for a fairy-like fox, I waited for a spectre with blue face and fangs to instantly take out my heart and kill it. Before that, I didn't quite understand the concept of death, and I didn't think it was terrible. Although I experienced life once when I was only a few years old, where would you go, my biological father left us with tetanus on 1966. At that time, maybe I was too naughty, maybe I was too ignorant, but at that time I didn't feel sad at all. My family was surrounded by nothing. In order to save my father's life, my mother sold all the furniture that could be sold at home, but she still failed to pull my father back from death. It is said that people and money are empty.

It was not until March 6, 20xx, when my father-in-law died, that I had a clear understanding of the concept of human death. My father-in-law died of illness, not starvation. Because in the last few days of his death, he couldn't eat any food, so he had to inject amino acids. Recalling the indifferent, calm and serene expression when my father-in-law died, it seems that I have no regrets about his life. This makes me feel sincerely gratified, which shows that his children have done their due filial piety to him. I once wrote an article when he was alive: kind grandfather. In the article, he recorded every bit of his life. He can be regarded as a model of being a man, hardworking, kind, simple and honest, and these human virtues can be reflected and confirmed from him. He has never had great expectations and pursuits. He just wants to eat and wear warm clothes. As the saying goes: rough tea and light rice spend the moon, and cloth is sent to the spring and autumn. He can walk to the end of his life without regrets, which is not only the blessing he cultivated for himself, but also the virtue he cultivated for his children.

If one day, when we come to the end of our lives, will it be a blessing to die peacefully like him?

Passing by the Youth Park every day, I naturally catch a glimpse of a pool of lotus flowers as far as the eye can see. When you see lotus flowers, you will have many associations. Lotus is naturally distinguished by colors, such as pale white, brilliant red, pale red and pink. The slightly pale pink color is naturally the best of lotus, giving people a fresh, elegant and mellow feeling. The temperament charm of lotus flower, like a mature woman with elegant temperament and rich cultural connotation, is calm, quiet and serene, just like He Xiangu in the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, showing a fairy spirit from the inside out. One more point is too strong, and one less point is too weak. This is in line with the cultural atmosphere of the campus. Here I fully feel that when the door is closed, it is full of books, and when the door is open, it is full of books. This depends on feeling, not sight and smell. Every corner of the campus is filled with thick books, just like Lan Ruo in the valley, and the empty space contains an elegant solemnity. People have to pay homage and reverence. Wash away the lead flower, show its true colors, and restore the congestion and noise in the city to a calm and quiet in the konoha. No one will honk the horn easily even if it is a car passing by. Just because I like that pool of lotus, I like everything here. There is really a feeling of happiness here. ...

When we have an understanding of life, we will no longer pay attention to and distinguish external interference. Even in the face of my wife's questions, I just want to keep silent and let her say whatever she wants. What she thinks is her business, not mine. What I have to do now is to reduce my desire and try to relax myself. Eat for food, dress for shelter. Just live 24 hours a day. As for tomorrow, let's talk about it tomorrow.

Anyone with a little ideological connotation has a period of experience, and any profound knowledge will also contain simple truth; On the other hand, any simple knowledge will also contain profound truth. Simple or profound, mainly depends on how individuals understand it. There is a saying that much ado about nothing, people should not be too idle. I get cranky when I'm free. For ordinary families, when their children are underage, as parents, they have to work hard all day for their children's growth and have no time to think about things other than their livelihood. At this time, there will be no obvious contradiction between husband and wife. However, when the children grow up, it is equivalent to completing the mission of raising children. Since then, I have had a lot of free time, but after a period of free time, I may be depressed in such eternal happiness. There will always be a party who can't stand loneliness and make a little trouble. At this moment, the other party has been paying attention to their own movements. Once she finds signs that she thinks are not conducive to family stability, she will ask him questions. If her starting point is only to maintain family stability and avoid factors that undermine family harmony, it is better to say that she is afraid that she will deliberately find fault, especially if she does not accept his reasonable explanation, he will feel impatient, so the two sides will quarrel. When quarrels often occur in life, the previous harmony will be threatened and contradictions will arise. If there is contradiction and there is no timely communication, there will be a crisis of trust. With the further expansion of contradictions, there will be mutual hostility. In fact, both sides are very hurt at this time. If both sides don't take the initiative to make concessions, the marriage will be cracked. Until it can't be repaired, the husband and wife turned against each other.

Frankly speaking, the inducement of this situation is generally caused by the long-term separation of husband and wife. Assuming that both parties have been living together, how can one party doubt the other? Living together every day, everything is clear and doesn't need any explanation. To say the least, as long as we don't complicate simple problems, everything is easy to solve. For women, anything involving feelings is always very sensitive. In fact, if you think about it carefully, people, both men and women, will be very cautious about their feelings after they are 40 years old. Who will easily betray their families and violate ethics? Who doesn't know the responsibility on his shoulders?

People living in the world can't exist independently after all. I will always deal with all kinds of people, and I can't think about the bad side just because I have contacts with other women. As the saying goes, Lanting is fragrant at last, and the fish restaurant is rancid at last. As long as his man doesn't fool around with those prostitutes, he won't lose his nature.

I don't want to be a girl, and I won't be a girl in my next life.

I don't want to be a girl, because I am too aware of the sensitivity, delicacy and fragility of girls. Girls will care too much about other people's opinions, be afraid of being hurt, shed tears, fall down and get up weak but strong ... I will cherish them in my heart. Every girl is an angel, feeling the angel's innocent heart. I can't bear to be a girl because of my deep love, and I can't bear to be hurt even a little by this world.

I don't want to be a girl because I know that girls are kind, sad and affectionate. Girls will dress up and love dolls as their own children when they are young, and give their favorite candy to their partners, but they are hungry. They will be unhappy when they watch sad poems, and they will burst into tears when they watch sad movies. They will experience the pain of transformation in the extension of time ... As a girl, I don't want to touch more joys and sorrows in the world and taste so many joys and sorrows, because I am afraid that my delicate heart can't bear it.

Every girl is an angel and an elf on the earth. I can't bear the perfect baby to experience an imperfect life. Because I am a girl in my life, I will not be a girl in my next life.

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I don't know what to write. It may have been finished, there may be nothing to write, or it may have been written too much. I can't express my feelings, because words are limited, and people's feelings are infinite. What's more, my ability to control words is minimal, and no one can understand anyone's pain.

A messy composition 8 There is a pile of messy homework papers on my desk, which I have no time to sort out. I remember when I went back to the bookstore, I looked at the study materials of the fourth and fifth grades of primary school and thought about the reference books used at that time. I opened my mouth wide. I can't believe the material I made is so thin. At that moment, my mood was complicated! I always remember that I once complained that the materials were too thick and there were too many papers, which were as high as a majestic Mount Everest. Now, in the face of piles of papers and thick information books, I don't mean to complain now, just accept it mechanically.

Every night, when riding a bicycle through a street lamp, there are no more sad poems and tears in my mind. On the contrary, the shadows of some people suddenly appear under the street lights, from long to short, and then from short to long.

Messy prose 9 is like a song, perhaps just gripping lyrics.

Like Yifan scenery, maybe just a little memory.

Like a story, maybe just a little like a dream. Similar.

So, like a person? I just hope I'm not lonely anymore?

I don't know why I have been depressed recently. I want to cry loudly, but I can't because of reality. Perhaps, the last few days of every year will be like this. A year passed like this, with laughter, sadness, surprise, loss, reunion and parting. There are too many things that I remember about the right and wrong in this year, too many things that keep me awake at night, and too many things that make me cry alone.

A person is in this strange city, walking in a strange street, watching strange scenery and listening to sad songs. I want to say goodbye to everything and change. Unconsciously, I realized that I had changed. Become weak, become no longer bold, and become hesitant when encountering things. Is this mature? Still afraid of getting hurt?

Night is unexpected. On such a night, I want to write down all my emotions in words and get rid of my depressed emotions with the help of messy words. However, writing is even lost. Because, I don't know how to write touching words at all, let alone how to describe my tangled feelings.

Many friends say that I am too pessimistic to enjoy life. Actually, that's quite right. Often when thinking about many things, you can't help thinking about the worst. While ignoring the sound development of the situation. This may be the case. The worse you think, the worse the result.

Perhaps, it is really that I am too haggle over every ounce and too pessimistic. Turn all luck into misfortune. In fact, if you think about it carefully, I really don't know why I want to be bad. Originally, it was a memorable event, but when it came to me, it became an unforgettable past, a story that passed away and never came back.

Whether the more you cherish, the more you want to stay; Will speed up the departure and leave quickly. Time is spent in this tangle, and life is wasted in silence. When you are very old, can you remember the past days? The days of fighting and working together.

At this moment, it is time to celebrate. I can't feel happy, I don't know why. That kind of sadness seems to be getting stronger and stronger. The radio in the ear, the darkness outside the window, and the words at your fingertips. Quietly, it can't be deeply rooted in people's hearts, nor can it make people cry.

Rambling, I don't even know what I wrote. Draw a cup of tea and wait for the New Year. I hope the new year will have a new atmosphere! Let your mind have a rest and wait for the new year without sadness or joy.

Messy essay 10 rain, April roses are wet with tears, who cares about withered buds? The wind messed up the hard past and polished the tears into eternal crystals. The memory of the past, the blood in the corner of this dusk. Louis XV is different from other roses in depth, whose secret is remembered.

Stepping on people's messy desires, sneering at all kinds of people on the road, can not help but sigh: one step is empty, one tree is full of flowers. Think back, when I was young. Look who has a little scarlet on his fingertips. Black cloak, stained with the wind and frost in the north, turned to look at the solo of Jiangnan sleeve. Warm water stirs, and the storm that whizzes behind it is stained with the persistence of who turns back.

Whose hand did an old paper umbrella fall on? Who is fascinated by the present and who is still confused? Blurred the shadow, missed the eternal prosperity, you want to go with the wind, who ever had it? Rice, flowers and rice are intertwined in the cracks of time, blindfolded and heartbroken. Don't stop the red light of tears, the warm star wind echoes in your ears, don't make a mistake.

Forget what you once owned, disturb the wind and rain of the world, and constantly escape, reminding you of the past, farewell to this wanton past, farewell to this indelible past. Let them settle down on a starry night and then disappear.

Old dreams are blurred, and the past is blurred.

A messy essay 1 1 I had a good dream last night and woke up with nothing. I'm a little lost. I wish my dream could be longer. Although it was just a dream, it was also my happy time. In my dream, I can do anything I want. I haven't lost sleep for a long time, but I always dream. It's a pity that the good times in the dream are just fireworks-like moments.

I think I should talk to myself more. I almost forgot that I am my good friend. I should tell myself everything, because I am the person who cares about me the most in the world!

I feel like the sun in the sky, always so hot and intense. People always have to be far away from me to see my brilliance, but I dare not be too close to others.

Why do so many people in the world believe in love, but I have only heard that it is a very happy thing, but I want to know if they are hiding something from me, who can teach me to love, and why my anxiety and distrust always come out at inappropriate times. .

Some people say they love me, but these words make me sad. One sentence makes all my beautiful fantasies fall like a meteor. I think, if you love me, you should treat me gently and should not embarrass me. Maybe I am too fragile to bear the blow of my lover's half sentence, intentionally or unintentionally.

A messy essay 12 * From that moment on, I also stepped into the ranks of literary youth. I began to tell a sad little mood with a bleak white paper. He is like a syllable on the staff, ups and downs, but when people express their feelings, it seems that most of them are sad.

* At 2: 30 this afternoon, the city of Beijing was suddenly shrouded in night, and my heart was as lonely as night. He is like a dark demon who is about to devour this evil world. I am alone in the slow-moving bus watching the rapid changes in the world, feeling silent.

The downpour poured down and hit my skin. I have nowhere to run, so I have to let it dance wildly. Holding an umbrella alone, shivering in the heavy rain, cold, a terrible word instantly swallowed my hard shell. I have no tears, either.

Inscription-I am like a broken string.

I thought that traveling to a strange place could change my mood and make me welcome my new life in a new state, but when I returned to my world, I found that everything was the same, unchanged and even worse, which made me more tired of my present life. I always feel that there is a stone in my heart, which is so wronged, but I am at a loss. What should I do?

Inscription: Suddenly, I found myself enjoying the chill of Beijing at night. ......

I feel very confused again. Facing the road ahead, I don't know how to choose. I am like a child abandoned by my parents, at a loss in the middle of the street. The only difference is that I don't cry like a child ... everyone seems to have found his own direction, and I'm still wandering in the fog. Everyone around me is standing up and giving me advice, but I still don't know how to choose. In college and this age of jokes, everyone seems to be just a joke, and you don't know who to believe. .......