My heart prose

My Heart Prose 1 My mother is a very busy person and has been very busy all the time. She is still learning to make cat's head shoes for her children at night.

Mom looks very cute in reading glasses. Ah! Just like a primary school student, she tied up her curly hair at will, sat under the lampstand, quietly threw needles and threads, her chest beat rhythmically and breathed evenly. Occasionally, when you talk to her, she will respond thoughtfully to you. If you look up, she is already busy again, like a bird in the jungle, only occasionally sticking her head out.

It's true that mom is busy. The small garden in the yard is full of green waves all year round, and occasionally there are red flowers against it, which is the result of my mother's mischief. I don't know how much hope my mother sowed every seed. In short, every time I go home, I will squat on the edge of the garden and enjoy it for a long time to make my mood more calm.

My laziness and extravagance prove how idle I am, and how busy my mother is and how much she cherishes time.

At the beginning of the year, the town government organized people to push the land, and the mountains here suddenly became flat. Autumn has arrived, and some people have cleaned up their plots. My mother is one of them, and her enthusiasm is still very high, which really makes me wonder.

"Mom, people can't live without hobbies. Do whatever you want! For example, run a flower garden, or raise a room full of flowers, or embroider something. Anyway, don't be bored for a day. " I've told my mother this many times.

In this regard, my mother didn't speak, just smiled silently.

Today, I said to my mother again, "Mom, you won't go to the mountain, will you?" I won't plant this land. I promise you three meals a day and have a comfortable life. "

"Idle is idle. If I dig a little, the baby will be much easier, and everyone will gather firewood. " Mom said.

This time, my mother finally said what was hidden in her heart. I bowed my head and looked speechless.

Mother is always a busy person and never idle. This is because my mother has a generous and compassionate heart, always thinking of others, for fear of getting into trouble with others. And my temporary silence can only explain one thing-incompetence. I'm not enough for my mother to enjoy life down to earth. I only guarantee myself food and clothing for the time being.

My mother's worry is also my worry. That secret wish has been in my heart for a long time. When will it jump out of the water with ease?

My heart prose 2 I am carefree in the first day of junior high school, laughing and laughing with my good friends every day, and I will always be the happiest myself, and my academic performance has always been good. The next day, I changed.

Since the second day of junior high school, with the increase of learning tasks, my troubles have also increased. The math teacher said, "Look at you, you can do such a simple problem wrong!" " The Chinese teacher said, "This word is so simple that you have written it wrong!" The English teacher said, "Add S, basic knowledge! The geography teacher said, "This is obviously Los Angeles. How can you look at the picture so carelessly? " The teacher's words lingered in my ears. The words that began to criticize, the glaring eyes of my parents, were like a mountain, which weighed heavily on my back, but I didn't come on purpose. Sometimes I often feel: "I am still a student, how can I be so tired!" " "But life is like this. Parents want their children to succeed and their daughters to succeed. If you want to learn ranking and move up, your parents will set you a bigger goal. If you want to learn the ranking and go down, parents will start to "hate iron and not produce".

After the second day of junior high school, I was divided into classes. My good friend was assigned to another class and made new good friends. Slowly, it seems that I can never find the original me in my heart. Although I still laugh every day, I often force my mouth to rise, and suddenly feel how tired I am when I laugh. Although I like to play with my old friends, I can't find a topic when I walk side by side with them. Maybe this is the changed me. I'm not as relaxed and heartless as before, and I won't be looked for again after I get on.

However, no matter how bitter life and growth have brought me, even if I lose the whole world, I still have myself, just like the song sung by my idol: I am me or me, I don't make a fragile bubble, I am a little confused about life occasionally, and I don't care about relaxing and smiling. This is me.

My heart prose 3 has a call from afar, so kind and reassuring-inscription

The birth that has not been selected may be a tragedy from the beginning, playing with the builder's ladder at any time. I have nowhere to run, looking up at the sky under the stairs, a blue sky and a few white clouds. That's the fairy tale background I wanted when I was a child. To be a child who can sleep quietly and comfortably, don't worry about the sun tomorrow, and don't be afraid of the darkness today. But along the way, walking barefoot on the road covered with glass fragments, every step is profound and painful. Sometimes, I think, I'm so young, I shouldn't go through such a difficult situation. From the initial hysterical cry to the final silence. Many people say that I have changed and become unpredictable. But only I know that I am still me, just another mask. Everyone has his own mask, because in modern automobile society, if you don't wear a mask, you will be beaten to pieces, and you can't even face everyone calmly. Similarly, we also like people wearing masks to associate with you. Because the mask is considerate and kind, smiling will make you happy and make you feel warm.

Maybe this is not true, but everyone is selfish, and I am selfish, relying only on those who tolerate and understand you. Never deal with people who speak ill of you or get you into debt.

My heart prose 4 Long life, I stopped on this busy road to choose my life. Let me choose you. Life is varied and everything is unpredictable. I don't know if it's fate or anything else.

All your trifles bother you, and I am willing to soothe all your sorrows for you. Maybe what you need is time, and I'm willing to give you enough time to forget it in your previous relationship. Maybe I'm too sensitive to know what to do when I meet you. Do you think I care too much about you?

You say that you are simple, you don't want to hurt everyone around you, and you hope that they can live better than themselves. I'm glad you can be so generous and happy. Maybe what you meet will eventually become your regret, but I don't want you to sink. Maybe you can call me selfish. Maybe after many years, you will stand up again and stop worrying about the past. I respect your choice, as long as you don't go too far with me. I like the days with you, which can be said to be very fulfilling. Although I can't sleep without playing, I still feel good.

If you encounter something bothering you, can you tell me? I'd rather be your confidante than be unhappy all day. I don't know if you want to talk to me, but I will wait for you, and I will stay where I am waiting for you. As long as you are willing to look back, I will hold you and say,' You are finally willing to look back for me. I have been waiting for you in the same place for so long that I feel that you don't love me. Waiting for you to break my heart.

Everything about you, my heart. I am willing to wait for you, as long as you are willing to leave a place in your heart.

When you lose everything, you know what you only want.

Many times, we always hope to get the good of others. At first, I was grateful. But after a long time, I just got used to it. Accustomed to a person's kindness to you, you take it for granted. One day, I am not good to you, and you will resent it. In fact, it's not that others are bad, but that our requirements have increased. When you get used to getting, you forget to be grateful.

The more people with stories, the more calm and simple, the more superficial and thin, and the more impetuous. The real strong man is not a man without tears, but a man who still runs with tears in his eyes. Be patient, be strong, and believe in yourself even if you can't see hope. The first thing we get old is not our looks, but our desperate enterprising spirit. Sometimes, you should dare to take on more burdens than you expected. After you really work hard, you will find yourself much better than you think.

Life can't be perfect, and there will be shadows in the sunshine, depending on what kind of mentality you use to look at life. Life is like this. Either you control your life, or you are led by it. How to get there is up to you.

Not all memories are beautiful, not all people are worth remembering, the river of years is too long, and most people and things will be washed away mercilessly.

Stop and relax when you can't finish the work; If you don't earn enough money, then look outside; Do not like the secular, quiet, let nature take its course; Endless sulking, speaking out, broad-minded; Endless entertainment, resignation, is good for health; Endless filial piety, take a walk and go home to see; Unfinished human feelings, weigh and do what you can; Endless future, slow down and stroll through life!

The most ruthless thing is not people, but time; The most precious thing is not money, but emotion; The most powerful thing is not the boss, but nature; The most terrible thing is not the disaster, but the helplessness after the disaster; The best thing is not to be professional, but to watch; The most terrible thing is not lovelorn, but psychosomatic insufficiency; The most comfortable place is not the hotel, but the home.

If you don't pursue what you want, you will never have it. Give time, let bygones be bygones and a new beginning.

Life is short, just a few decades. Living is a blessing, and health is a blessing. Since you are alive, choosing happiness is a day, and choosing pain is also a day. Why not choose happiness and live your life flatly? Maybe there are some things in life that are not only satisfying. If you are not alive, what is important? What is more important than health?

If you are still single, enjoy it. You are single not because you are not good enough, but because no one deserves you at present.

The saddest thing for people is not to lose too much yesterday, but to be immersed in yesterday's sadness. The stupidest thing about people is not that they don't find the trap in front of them, but that they fall in again for the second time. The loneliest thing for a person is not that the person he is waiting for hasn't come yet, but that the person has gone out from his heart. The most boring thing for people is not to dial a phone number casually, but to keep talking when others dial the wrong number.

Everyone has his own nature and lifestyle, and everyone has his own existence value. Don't sell yourself short and ignore other people's doubts, because there is only one you in the world.

The so-called maturity is not the aging of the heart, but the tears in the eyes, but we can still smile; There will always be a tear that makes us grow up instantly.

Many things in life are hard to meet and get, and those that are not expected often come unexpectedly. Therefore, we should have a carefree and comfortable heart, let everything go with the flow, without resentment, impatience, excessiveness, importunities, happiness for things and sadness for ourselves. Fate is not resignation, but facing life with an open mind.

At every stage of life, cherish every moment with the person you love.

The only thing in the world that you can get for nothing is poverty, and the only thing that you can make out of nothing is a dream. Nothing can be done without hands. Although the world is cruel, as long as you are willing to go, there will always be a way; You can't see beauty because you didn't persist. There is no need to regret when you move forward. If it is beautiful, it is called wonderful; If it is bad, it is called experience.

Tomorrow's sun will not rise because of your disappointment; The moon won't stop setting tonight because of your complaints. Just because you are blindfolded doesn't mean that the world is dark; Blindfold others' eyes, when it's bright, it doesn't mean it belongs to you!

When you are alive, you always have to protect yourself with multiple thoughts. It is not the higher and deeper, but the happiness that is still strong in the big waves.

What faith can give a person is inner peace and dependence, rather than "talking about conditions and changing interests" with the gods-I believe you, you can make a fortune; If I believe you, I can have a harmonious family; I believe you, and I can get what I want from now on. When faith becomes an exchange of interests, it loses its meaning.

What we said, what we did, the road we walked, and the people we met are all memories of our future.

A person needs to have such a person in his life: even if he is thousands of miles apart, there are still endless topics when he meets you; Or, sitting next to each other, each busy, a few hours is just a whisper, still warm and full; In front of this person, you can lament with your eyebrows down, be arrogant, have no ambition, have no image, and have many shortcomings. This man is a confidant.

There is no road to despair in life, only a desperate heart. The other end of despair is hope, and the end of the crisis is the turning point.

Some things are destined to miss you, and persistence will eventually leave you; Some people can only be passers-by in your life If you linger on, all your expectations will eventually come to nothing. If it doesn't belong to you, then give it up. The world is vast and gloomy. What we can have is limited after all. Don't let endless desires bury the original happiness and happiness. If you want to catch anything, you can only catch nothing in the end.

The soul has a home, and life has a way out. Only by learning to be alone with yourself can the mind be clean, the mind mature and the mind broad.

When a person feels satisfied, bored, tired and peaceful, happiness is among them. When a person feels full, plays well, sleeps well and doesn't care, happiness is among them. What should be abandoned is helplessness, and what should not be abandoned is incompetence; Ignorance should give up if you don't give up, and persistence should not give up if you don't give up.

My Heart Prose 5 ... Light a cigarette and listen to that familiar ballad.

It's midnight, without the noise of the city,

Quiet, quiet is chilling.

... only dim street lamps are flashing in the distance, there are no stars in the sky, and the lack of half a moon adds more sadness to my uneasy heart. That endless yearning pours into every corner of the body at this moment.

... whether our love is to fall in love with loneliness,

It is destined to be the pain of two people.

Fell in love with the loneliness of midnight,

You can only replace each other with nice songs.

... I looked up at the sky helplessly, and the sky without color was so desolate. The gray space is like the grave where love is buried. Are we all passers-by in each other's lives, coming in a hurry, but leaving gently?

I dare not think! I'm afraid I can't stand that test again.

Maybe one day you will really disappear from my sight, because I know that neither of us can have a home. Perhaps it can only leave an eternal memory, and it is also the beginning of thousands of pale words.

I'm used to staying up late at night and smoking one cigarette after another.

Write your name in the notebook again and again.

I'm afraid to meet you in my dream,

Your sad tears are still there,

All I know is that I let your tears wet my shoulder,

But I don't know what to comfort your broken heart.

I'm afraid to wake up and find that you're not with me,

Only those pictures that are fixed in front of us can be clearly seen.

I was just chilling.

In fact, I don't need a beautiful oath, as long as we are ordinary, but fate has given us an insurmountable railing.

If we can really exchange our youthful looks for our deep love, even if we shorten our precious life for a few years, then I have no regrets.

I know that even if the memory is beautiful and obvious,

It's just a passing sight.

But what else can we have besides memories? Everything is not up to you or me! I thought I put everything behind me, quiet inside.

Pass the boring days with pale words,

Resist thinking about you every day with a tired body,

But it turns out that this is just self-righteous,

It is also naive to hope to give each other a satisfactory home.

There is no exit, and there is no retreat.

.......... I don't know how much pain people have to endure in this world to get to the end, but I'm really tired.

if

God can give me another chance to choose,

I'd rather be an idiot than suffer like this.

My heart prose 6 in the morning, the sun is shining, and the beating notes are crisp and comfortable; The mood is particularly bright, like a gentle breeze, refreshing and calm. The feeling of dancing lightly fills my heart. A person, clearing his mind here, can experience this warm sunshine and warm feelings alone. Perhaps, such a beautiful day is most suitable for missing, because it is open and bright, so I won't think of sadness, and the gentle and relaxed flow always makes people taste a kind of beauty. In fact, I just want to bring my truest thoughts to you far away, you know?

When you tap on the window lattice, you tap on the inner loneliness, like the strings of a choked throat, which always makes a sad melody. At this moment, your mood is always with the last rustling and loneliness of autumn. Don't do such rustling, put on cheerful music and touch the loneliness and loneliness in your heart with a relaxed rhythm. Like a gentle hand, gently brushed away the calm like dust. The air is full of sunshine. Just like you and me, we can always bring warmth and comfort to each other, but the distant distance is full of sweetness.

You are still beautiful because you are with you; The cycle of the four seasons is still quiet, because there is a yearning that seeps into my heart. Expressing feelings deeply and delicately, just because I stubbornly believe that fate needs to be cherished, I miss the tunnel through time and space. There is me here, and there is you. A line of lovesickness has narrowed the distance between this shore and the other shore. Delicate and gentle romance, just because I stubbornly believe that happiness needs deduction, soft feelings come to me, around me, pestering you, and a road of love extends to your heart and mine.

The slow chrysanthemum tea, in the fragrance, misses you and becomes a beautiful sculpture. In the misty atmosphere, I can't see your appearance clearly, as if you were a beautiful girl who couldn't help calling your name lightly, which shocked the inner peace and irretrievably plunged into a crystal clear face. Will you be moved at this moment? Too many dribs and drabs of tears will also condense into streams and shine in your eyes. Is there my figure there?

The thoughts left behind are flying like butterflies, which is a kind of fate. Even though the horizon is far away, it seems to be close at hand. Heart, gradually approaching you, I know, this life, and your fate, is doomed not to break. No one can change the mystery of the agreement in the last life and the meeting in this life. In fact, how much I want to tell you how much I miss you, but I still quietly put away my thoughts and bury them in my heart. Ren, the clouds are light and the wind is clear, Ren, and thinking is silent. No one knows how much I miss you! But, will you know? If you know, that's enough!

It is difficult for me to look forward to my career, but the beating notes still keep my secret. At this moment, I just want to filter out my thoughts about you bit by bit, show them in detail and count them in the sun. How could I miss you? Then, with the smell of sunshine, around the feeling of happiness, in my heart, collection, soft thoughts, warm friendship. Just, just no one knows, my heart, no one knows how much I miss you. ...

My Heart Prose 7 Time flies like water, rushing past my eyes, rippling in my heart lake and rippling in your palm. Missing is like smoke, floating gently in the vast sky, blooming with words flying at the fingertips, accompanied by melodious music, and the memory album is full of tender words of a lifetime. The beauty of the world is just a freehand brushwork of a landscape, which has been old for a while. The touch of wind and rain, the feelings of falling leaves, dyed paper and poetry. Leaning against the window lattice and meditating, the wandering figure can't help sighing, and the hair fluttering in the wind shines brightly, just like the strings of the first kiss. There is always a beautiful name in my heart, full of worries, which does not need gorgeous words to decorate, and I am reluctant to forget it in my memory.

Life is brilliant because of years; Years are quiet and beautiful because of indifference. Indifferent to the heart, the mood is like water, as light as tea, as lotus, so that the heart can smile quietly at the sun and bloom into an elegant lily. At this time, the years are calm and the time is warm. Have a cup of Pu 'er tea, meditate and enjoy yourself. Close your eyes slightly, stroke the strings, listen quietly, and melt yourself in the lingering fragrance and melodious music. The faint feeling is beautiful, beautiful. Just listen to the quiet voice in my deepest heart. Perhaps, at this moment, my heart is the quietest and I can't seem to feel the pulse. In my mind, there is always a familiar figure fluttering in my brow. The strings of my thoughts, pulled by the bright moonlight, float gently to the windowsill where you wait day and night, and whisper quietly through your eardrum.

If the water is wet, a ray of sunshine shines on my heart. Looking at a cool breeze and bright moon, I often look at the world of mortals with a indifferent heart, look down on the years and listen to the traces of memory. Smile at the sun, do it for a year, and bloom safely in the world, quietly elegant and fragrant. At this time, there is a touch of lightness and warmth in my eyes, which makes me meditate and dispels my confusion. I quietly brushed the dust off with my sleeves and painted a roll of spring flowers in the warm sunshine to decorate my life. The dusty road in Iraq and the United States is the most rare feeling of life. Life is picturesque and there is no regret writing.

A quiet heart is like glass, waiting for a quiet and beautiful life. Seasonal changes, listening to the wind and watching the rain fall. Moved by the years, the splendid Spring Festival. The beauty of meeting, the purity of love, the calmness of crystal love, and the gentle and romantic lines are always memorable in another way. Lingxi's pen and ink touch the softness of the heart, smile, miss jointing and kill time. Beauty will only delight the eyes, while elegance will intoxicate the soul. In an instant, a gentle idea filled the gap in my heart. Strange city, fuzzy eyes, staring at your direction for a long time.

Quiet night, quietly open the curtains, an inexplicable thought parked in the pen tip. Like yesterday, the light and shadow are mottled, the other shore is silent, and my thoughts are waving ink at my fingertips. Glowing light passes through the bamboo forest, and several gray magpies live in mottled light and shadow. The time is really good, although it is not ups and downs, it is also suitable for shades. On the world of mortals, I just need to stick to the corner of time and laugh happily. Listen to bloom's voice quietly, blossom petal by petal, do not be dust, and pour out the joy of opening hand in hand. Even though the whole world is asleep, I have been listening quietly. Just like leaving a name, I persistently write my own ignorant thoughts. There is always a touch of sadness hidden in the mottled light and shadow. I like sleeping in the desert in your eyes and touching the vast world I yearn for. Use a pair of discerning eyes to find your footprints. Write a romantic legend with pen and ink, just because you read my mind and stop at Acacia Ferry to look forward to it. ...

My heart prose 8 sighs ring around me, and I can't help but bow my head with a wry smile.

It's no exaggeration. I still remember it clearly. Turned behind him, eyes in different states. I want to raise my head, but I can't. So is the pace of going out. There is no room to go on by inertia …

At that time, you should know that love is cruel, a cruel luck. This kind of luck is only one in ten thousand for the people I meet. I never believe that I will be one in ten thousand. Because I was never a lucky person, I just forgot whether I was reckless, stupid or overreached, and I was finally defeated.

On the day of breaking up, my friend said to me, "cry if you want, and it will be over." But I didn't cry, because I am H.J., and there should be no tears in my world. I was very drunk that night and there were many singers in the private room. I couldn't help crying when I heard a song. I went to the toilet and cried loudly, but I don't think anyone heard me. I am grateful that I can't see my tears clearly in this light.

I cried! I'm the only one who knows about it!

Later, my friend nicknamed me "lover", which is ironic! Because all my friends laughed, I smiled in cooperation, but my heart was very painful, so it was a wound for love and me. In my friend's words, this wound has been bleeding.

I love you so much that I turn around and see your lonely and tearful back. Deeply imprinted on other people's wounds.

I want to say that I'm not faking it. I just told others that I was in pain, I was tired, and I wanted to cry. It will probably be considered a mental illness, or because of the end of the world, because it is hard, but the next step is to commit suicide. I'm afraid I'll come to such an unfounded conclusion again, so I acquiesced in the fact that everyone thought I was a lover!

Only on such a night, in such a beating, can I say all my thoughts.

Pain, difficult to tell;

Very painful and indifferent;

Embarrassed or unexplained;

I want to talk to someone who understands me, someone who happened to see my words. Are you listening to my mood at the moment?

Thank you! My audience.

My heart prose 9 is always so pure, lively, laughing and crazy, my past, my dream and my heart. I don't like waiting, as long as it is a short-term unfulfilled promise, it will eventually become a bubble here. After all, no one is God. Who knows what joke God will play on us next second? I don't want to see the person I love feel disappointed and sad, so forgive my willfulness, my selfishness and my cruelty, okay? My dearest you. We missed Noah's Ark, we missed Titan Nitke, we missed all the thrills and thrills, and we will continue to miss them. My past, my dream, my teenager, my dream. I missed it all? What is wrong with me? How can I shed tears unwillingly? My heart really hurts. I promised myself that I would be strong and never cry for anyone again. I hate myself now, and I cry so unwillingly every time. How can you look down on your master's tears? Or laugh at how stupid your master really is? Tears crossed the corner of my eyes, and flowers were painted on Su Yan's face along the radian. You see, how easy it is to become a crying beauty. It seems that my decision, your sentence is irrelevant, has become a perfect tragedy. I like watching movies. You really think of me. Even if I leave, I don't forget to leave such a good movie. Should I laugh? It doesn't matter how you can sing it so easily. Your singing is really good. Didn't we all agree? Or do you have a new lover in your heart and decide to read my joke before you say to me, "Then I'll wait for you, and I'll find you when you graduate from senior three, and we'll be together forever." I haven't graduated yet ... why are they all silent? Do you know? Silence is the most hurtful weapon. Do you know? Silence is a girl's disappointment with the person she loves deeply. Should I laugh or cry? Should I be glad that nobody loves me, or should I laugh or cry? I am destined to be a bad boy who is not loved. Bad boys deserve to work hard and pursue: going to school alone, no one to accompany, no one to care about, no one to remember your birthday or even meet your good friends and classmates on the way, and you have to answer with a smile. I like the feeling of freedom. I like the feeling of being free, and I like the lover around me, but I can't accept the cruel parting. I am a bad boy, I am an unloved bad boy, and I am a ridiculous joke. It's better to keep you than to part? It's better to put a full stop. Is it funny to fall in love with you? You don't even believe yourself. You love your world so much that there are thousands of question marks in your heart. Why haven't you told each other? How can we grow old together? If you like you, get used to it. You must get used to it. Is it funny that I give up on you? I don't even believe in myself. If you learn to cherish everything, ask yourself, am I reluctant? Why am I still unpopular? Is it sad?

It may be better to leave you than to be together.

Leave you, or you will be better off.

I'm not the only one who left you or loved you.

If I leave you, you may know better. In fact, you have not loved me for a long time.

Don't worry, I'll be fine if it's safe. Our dream, you left, then I will realize it alone. Is it funny to fall in love with you? It's not sad that nobody loves you. It's sad to have a dream but not pursue it. Is it funny to fall in love with you? Sadly, you are so stupid and envious when you look at the way others realize their dreams and happiness. Is it funny to fall in love with you? Sadly, love and dreams are empty. Is it funny to fall in love with you? Sadly, you didn't try your best to say what you longed for. Is it funny to fall in love with you? Sadly, people with dreams are the same as those without dreams. Is it funny to fall in love with you? Sadly, you are crying at the moment, no one will know your sadness, and he will not care about your life and death when he decides to leave. Dear yourself, don't be sad. Who didn't come into this world naked? In that case, smile. Everything will be fine. No one will really care about you that much except yourself. For myself, for my favorite dream, for that innocent self, I am willing to give everything for you. Initial heart. The meaning of my existence.