A Grain of Sand Prose

A Grain of Sand Prose 1

Perhaps it is because I am middle-aged, but a grain of sand often makes me think deeply. In the year of destiny, this deep thinking became more and more intense...

It is a grain of sand that has been eroded by wind and rain from exposed rocks in mountains and ravines. Sometimes they are blown up by strong winds and thrown randomly in the mountains and fields, sometimes they are washed away by heavy rains and sink into ravines. It has also been seen on the trails in the mountains. Thousands of people trample on it, and tens of thousands of animals trample on it. Who can notice the existence of this grain of sand, let alone the value and significance of its existence.

Yes, that is such a tiny grain of sand. How can it compare with the fine grains of sea sand that are hard on the outside and soft on the inside on the golden beach on the Gold Coast. After being baptized by the waves, or even stepping under the feet of the lady's beloved pet, the pug, it is a supreme pride and honor. But the grain of sand that often makes me think deeply does not have such value. It has a humble origin. It is just an exposed rock in the mountains and ravines. It is just an ordinary grain of sand that has been weathered by the wind and rain of nature. Decades ago, it was hit by strong winds and heavy rain before it had time to make any preparations. Being tossed and dropped by the strong wind at will, washed and washed by the heavy rain at will, and even ruthlessly ravaged and trampled by animals, it can be said that it has gone through many vicissitudes of life and hardship, and it has hardly been a few days of peace and quiet.

How many years have passed, I don’t know what it looks like now, let alone its fate. Maybe it was lucky enough to follow the river outside the mountains, plunge into the sea, and join the Gold Coast, finally opening its eyes; maybe it was thrown by the strong wind into a smelly sewage pond and buried deep underground, never to see the light of day again. Maybe, maybe...but I am well aware of the law of the immortality of matter, and I know deeply that it must exist. As long as it exists, it must have its value.

Ah, a grain of sand, you are honored. You should feel relieved too. Because in the vast sea of ????people, there is one person who is often deeply thought of by you; because in the vast sea of ????sand, there is a person who is often deeply thought of by you...

Those who are content are always happy. This is true for a grain of sand, and so am I. A Grain of Sand Prose 2

The years have taken away my frail skin, but my young heart is still preserved. It dances, spins, and soars with my soul. It is as impossible to catch as sand. To be precise, it is just a grain of sand. He doesn't stand there motionless like a stone. He is unscrupulous and uninhibited. He kept shouting and chasing in the wilderness. Yes, he himself is a grain of sand. ——Inscription

We are all a grain of sand, because the sand gets into our eyes and we cannot see the future clearly, because the sand blows in the wind and has no home. Because the sand is too tiny, it eventually disappears into the vast sea of ??people. We are unwilling to be ordinary, but we end up being ordinary. The scenery outside is very beautiful. Sometimes we long for a rain to carry me along with the water. Sometimes we long for a wind to let me dance naturally. Sometimes we long for a tree so that I can dance naturally. It will stabilize. Sometimes I long for a bright light so that I can show my burning heart. The sand floated, kept chasing, and finally floated into my eyes, and tears flowed out.

The tears are too clear and incompatible with the earth.

So I learned to give up, learn to compromise, learn to do things I never like to do, so I learned to be closed, learn to be silent, learn to understand, and learn to see clearly the rules of exclamation marks and commas to separate sentences.

Days like this keep repeating, like the 24-hour swing of a clock, ticking, knocking into my heart. I still don’t want to succumb to reality like this.

I remember that I was drifting into the distance with the support of the wind. I remember that I left my hometown with the memories of my ancestors. Thinking about it this way, I haven’t been back to my homeland for a long time. I don’t know. Is Bai Yang still that strong? I wonder if the sky is still that cheerful. Yes, everything may have suddenly changed. One day, when I return to my hometown, what I see is no longer what it used to be, so I will still miss the beauty of that time. , but don’t forget your original intention, don’t deliberately be nostalgic, but always keep it in your heart.

But I still carry my original dream. I am a grain of sand, floating in a corner of the world, so small that I am insignificant. Therefore, no one remembers that I have been here. I just wander around as I please. , I occasionally think of my hometown, the endless Sahara desert, and the golden sun. But since I left, I have to learn to be independent. I don’t want to go back without any achievements, so I keep floating, sometimes after the rain and dewdrops. My sister played around and turned into mist, blurring the mountain scenery in front of her. Sometimes she disguised herself as a quiet little mud, chatting with Grandpa Dashu, listening to him telling the story that would never change. Trees are born in the land and change the air. , purify the environment, so think about it that I have done something good for mankind, but my steps have never stopped. My dream is to float across the sea and see farther away. Yes, maybe this is something that my compatriots have never dared to imagine. It’s a fantasy, but I don’t accept my fate, because I am a brave and persistent grain of sand. Even if I fall into the sea and die on the way to pursue my dreams, there will be no regrets, right?

The road ahead is still long, and for Shasha, this will become the road under his feet. Although I am drifting in a foreign land, he and I always remain optimistic, because in his eyes, as long as If the sun had not fallen and the world had not been destroyed, there would be no place that I could not reach. I don’t have a route guide, I just set a direction in my heart, which is the other side of the ocean. I am eager to understand the unknown and like to explore the mystery and excitement brought by the unknown. Yes, in the eyes of my compatriots, I am just a restless grain. The sand, the funnyness and ignorance in their hearts I named him different. Maybe, one day, I will be tired from traveling and want to find a city to rest and have a place to stay. I may feel a kind of dependence in my heart. However, this also means that I will stagnate, muddle along and forget the hopes of my ancestors and myself. A dream that I have always held on to.

So I learned not to back down even when I was tired. Late at night, I am still floating alone, drifting into the distance. Sometimes, I suddenly feel afraid whether the pursuit I have been pursuing is correct. Sometimes I feel inexplicable loneliness and sadness. This feeling comes when the night comes. Extraordinarily strong.

Unknowingly, I have been wandering for nearly half a century. The sea is still raging in the distance, raging and shouting, but my heart and passion are not so strong. Sometimes, I will sleep in my sleep. He woke up with a start and looked at himself in front of him, his appearance seemed to have changed. No, the two souls inside are tearing, stirring, and fighting. A said, you must persist, no matter how dangerous and bumpy the road ahead is, never give up. Because I am with you, as long as you believe and work hard, the world will clear the way for you! B said, wake up, don't be obsessed with it, dreams are only made by fools and idiots, why waste your energy and energy on meaningless things? Let’s face it! This entanglement bothered me and made me faint with a headache. When I woke up again, it was already the dusk of the next day. Looking at the sunset and the sunset, gorgeous and bright red, I suddenly understood something. . .

Life is short and fragile. A storm or the roar of nature may wipe us out. Life is as gorgeous as dusk but close to night. We often complain about the short life and the cruelty of reality, but we never pursue and do anything meaningful. When life is about to end and everything returns to dust, I regret that life is unpredictable and there are too many tragedies. We often grow up watching other people's lives, crying heartbrokenly while listening to other people's stories, but we know nothing about our own. When I woke up one day, I had no choice but to regard it as a dream. Years are wasted, thoughts go by, cardamom years, swords and swords, sentimental people are always hurt by ruthless people. I am a grain of sand, floating towards the unknown, floating into the distance. I may be fighting alone, but dreams are beliefs forged with my soul! On the way forward, there are many comrades-in-arms. Although our pursuits and beliefs are different, we all insist on and protect our dreams in different ways. This is not a three-minute heat or rhetoric, but a belief that we can walk out step by step. I am a grain of sand, coming and going quietly. If you listen carefully, you may hear the rustling sound. If you stop and experience it, you may feel the breeze brought by me as I walk by.

The sky is still blue, but time is not always there. Where will it drift tomorrow, just listen to the wind.

Reality shines into the dream, and the army is defeated before the battle. While we are still young, we speak older than ancient Egypt. We are all born in the 90s, rebellious, crazy, individual, free, and sensitive. Sometimes we are so strong that we are in a mess, and sometimes we are so fragile that we are completely defeated. When we come to the world, we are as light as sand, but we walk with difficulty like a snail. We do not have a trip that can be taken at once, and we do not have a lovely and practical house like a snail. Material things bother the spirit, so we are still Even if a grain of sand leaves, no one will remember it.

Yes, maybe we only need to do what we like to do, and what importance does it matter whether others remember it? Just like a leaf's life returns to its roots, when we dedicate our best youth to our best selves, isn't that a particularly meaningful, fulfilling and beautiful thing? A Grain of Sand Prose 3

Youth is like a sun-bathed sheet, emitting bursts of fragrance in the sun and embracing the most suitable temperature. My years are like oxygen in the atmosphere, being absorbed bit by bit.

Opening a book written by Zhang Ailing, it says: "When you meet the person you want to meet among millions of people, in the endless wilderness of time for millions of years, there is no step too early or one step too late. I just happened to catch up, so there is nothing else to say. I can only ask gently: 'Oh, are you here too? '"

I stroked the bones of the book with my hand and wiped it gently. On the yellowed pages, tears inadvertently rolled across the cheeks and fell on the pages, blooming into pure transparent flowers. No one knows why, only I know, I know there is a grain of sand there, it has never left or disappeared.

Memory takes me back to the past. At that time, the night was so quiet and the rain was so gentle. I stood under the pavilion and stayed alone, but you came to me quietly. You didn't say anything, and I didn't ask any questions. Time flowed very gently, and my breathing echoed evenly. The school bell rang suddenly, so I walked out of the pavilion first. Unexpectedly, I didn't feel the touch of raindrops. I raised my head curiously and met your eyes. I didn't ask any questions, and you didn't elaborate. You stood on my right side holding an umbrella, and then switched to my left side. We walked up the stairs in unison, and the figures behind us merged in a tacit understanding.

In this way, you came gently like the poem written by Xu Zhimo. From then on, you integrated into my life, and you came without any reason or foreshadowing. Someone once asked me: "Are you together?" This is a question that cannot be answered and has no answer. We have our own lives, we have our own habits, and we have no way of knowing what will happen if we break the tranquility and routine. Too much information and too much care will affect each other, and ultimately lead to unhappy loss. We all know each other's feelings and importance. That feeling makes us not lonely and exudes tenderness, making people want to be attached.

However, no matter how solid the rock is, it will crumble, no matter how beautiful the rainbow is, it will fade away, and you will not stay by my side forever, nameless and insignificant. Your shadow will no longer overlap with mine, you will no longer be found in the crowd, and your balanced breathing will no longer be heard. And all these are known results. Buddha said: "Getting is the beginning of losing." Everyone knows that every time you embark on a journey in life, you must give up part of the past, but I didn't expect that time would come so fast and so hastily, and I seemed destined to lose you. A new month begins, new branches grow, and you and I embark on different paths. Since then, you have faded out of my life, but you have left a grain of sand integrated into my life.

The night is still so quiet, the rain is still so gentle, and the air is stationed beside me. Your movements, figures, and expressions are embedded in the sand. From then on, whenever my eyes touch the situation, as long as it is similar to yours, it will start to hurt.

You left a grain of sand in my eyes, but never told me when to take it away. A Grain of Sand Prose 4

I am not a person with a very good memory. Five years is neither long nor short. If you have been in a relationship for five years and have not gotten married, it is considered a long-distance race. If you break up, it will take five years. Not having a new relationship is called loneliness. If you have just graduated from college and started life at the age of twenty-nine, you should have achieved success at the age of twenty-nine. Five years is really neither long nor short, it is just right. The same should be true for getting to know someone.

For me, who is a Libra, many people think that I have countless friends, and Liu Tong should be the most special one among so many friends, because he is the only boy who calls me "Master"! In ancient times, these two words were as important as parents. Of course, I didn't need him to treat me like this, but it was enough to feel each other's small universe and subtle emotions.

That kind of emotion should be the same as when we were taking photos and chatting on the Internet five years ago, not daring to eat in expensive restaurants, not daring to travel to far away places, so I want to recall our five years. I feel a little embarrassed. There is a lot to say but very little space. Of course, there should be friends who have been friends longer than us. But the relationship between people is wonderful and full of subtle pheromone emotional factors. So these five years What is he doing?

That year he wrote a book, a youth series, and I happened to shoot the cover for that series. It’s a bit convoluted to say, but we really started because of this opportunity and the blog platform. Establishing a connection is really about establishing emotions through words, unlike those fair-weather friends. Of course, the way we often met later was to hide in a tavern in the city, talk about family affairs and little secrets that were not shared with other people, and then bury them in our hearts. This feeling was very comfortable. It was another summer afternoon. He ran from Beijing to Shanghai alone. He was upstairs in my company. I used my tripod cat skills and camera to shoot the cover of "Departed Love" for him. I still think about how brave we were. , no makeup, no styling, no lights, just a camera and a heart for adventure. This should be what I think of a disciple. There is infinite energy hidden in the thin body, like a cockroach that is not afraid of death. , live bravely and strongly no matter where you are thrown.

Speaking of why there is such an "apprentice"? I feel a little ashamed. I haven’t taught him anything to this day. He likes photography and hopes that I can teach him how to take pictures. So after a party in Beijing many years ago, in a restaurant on Guijie Street, he knelt on the ground for half a year. He recognized me as "Master" jokingly.

He said it was a joke, but it seemed that everyone took it seriously later on, and from then on he changed his name to calling me Master. Every time someone asks what kind of master I teach them, I am speechless because I really haven’t taught anything. To me, he's like a robot full of energy that just can't stop. He actually doesn’t have many friends and spends most of his time working, writing books, and blogging. I think there must be huge loneliness buried deep behind a person’s success. He rarely mentioned his feelings to me, and even when he did, it was only in a few words. Those emotions are actually all contained in this thick book.

Some people say that he is young and frivolous. Would I laugh and say that he is not frivolous when he is young and should wait until he is old to become crazy? If I were Sanmao, I would give you a horse. If I were a photographer, I hope to help you take pictures of the most beautiful scenery. Life is always planned by yourself. Many times, I can only stand there silently and look at him. It grows every day and then blossoms and bears fruit. At the end of the preface, having said so much, have you been waiting for a long time for me to reveal some gossip to share, and feel you regret reading this preface? It doesn’t matter, let’s start with this book.

From the moment we were born, we are like a grain of sand, drifting away in the wind, getting together and leaving again, just to see some of the beautiful things in this world. I hope you will go farther and farther. A Grain of Sand Prose 5

In the vast sea of ????people, people come and go, we always stay at the corner of the story intentionally or unintentionally, or look back. Whether you still care about the past or have a ray of fear about the future, you just smile, or wipe away the last fragile tear and move on.

Life is so simple and careless. All the hardships, unbearableness, and unhappiness in time will be accompanied by the unfamiliarity and alienation of passing by. In the vast universe, the undercurrent of the city, the unfamiliar atmosphere, no one cares about whom you shed your tears for, no one will stop to clear away the mist for you, no one cares about your tomorrow and your future. , there is no such thing as eternity, there is no so-called unchangeable original intention. All the joy, sweetness, and beauty will be dispersed with a strong wind in the world of mortals, leaving only a grain of sand wandering alone, lonely, gloomy and misty. Only those who care about you will remember your smile and your past; only those who like you will pay attention to your happiness and your future; only those who love you will gently wipe your tears and wounds... For others, we are just dust that once appeared on the hour hand, which will be gently bounced off by the subsequent breeze and dispersed in the rolling rivers. We are just a grain of sand in the world of mortals. No one cares about our existence. We are more or less, present or absent. Only we know our existence.

Running around for life every day, sometimes forgetting that you are still alive, and sometimes forgetting that you are still a human being, it is sad and pitiful. We do not have a carefree life, and we do not have a smooth life. Some are just wandering in the ups and downs; comforting themselves in failure that "failure is the mother of success"; when parting, they say frankly, "There is no banquet in the world, parting is just for a better reunion..." After all, they still can't live. I understand, life is not pleasant.

There are only a handful of great people in the world. We cannot make the whole world remember us, and we are not memorable. We are ordinary. Ordinary as gravel, people can trample on it without being indifferent; Ordinary as pearl grass, hurt by people, but there is nothing that can be done; Ordinary as a grain of sand, surrounded by the world of mortals, all the same, among the floating hidden flowers, it cannot seduce any deep feelings. .

We are all fighting for life and working hard for a better tomorrow. We have similar dreams and sing along the way. We are no different. We are all a speck of red dust, fighting for the world. Life and death are natural. Perhaps, I am still working hard and working hard for someone who is different. The vast world is noisy because of me and lonely for me.

However, the final destination is also a grain of sand. If I am too demanding, I will only lose myself, the beauty in the wandering process, and the warmth of the mortal world. Slow down the pace of life and be able to live "simply" without asking for anything else. A Grain of Sand Prose 6

A grain of sand is hidden in my eyes, but it hurts my heart. ——Inscription

A grain of sand is so small that people cannot see its shape clearly, and it is so blurry that people cannot grasp it. But unexpectedly, it drifted into my window and caught my eye.

Perhaps once upon a time, not believing in fate seemed to be just vague rumors, which made people doubtful. But at this moment, I can no longer escape. Although the detached life trajectory has deviated, as long as you have the intention, it can still return to the initial state. Because of my cowardice, I can't see the strength in a certain corner, I can't see the rainbow that clears after the rain, I can't see the people around me asking for help. Lost freedom, lost direction, lost myself. My heart was just missing a corner, but I thought it was the collapse of the entire sky, feeling sorry for myself.

A grain of sand tells me how fragile and helpless I was.

And it is brewing in a clam shell, and some are just tortured in the dark. The surrounding liquid surrounds it, and it has nowhere to escape. It can only wait quietly for death after suffocation. It was once in despair, until one day it saw the first ray of sunshine. It slowly opened its eyes and found that it was no longer itself. But a smooth and round pearl. Besides surprise, there was a moment of contemplation, followed by a relieved smile.

It understands that everyone will experience ups and downs in their growth, and the so-called smooth sailing is just a daydream. I often hear people say something: There is nothing in the world that comes without hard work. There is also a saying: It is impossible for pie to fall from the sky. So, instead of thinking about unrealistic things, it’s better to stay grounded. A grain of sand turns from ordinary to gorgeous, and the pain it endures is like a silkworm cocooning itself. But in the end, the silkworm emerged from the cocoon and turned into a beautiful butterfly. Another example is the ugly duckling in Andersen's fairy tale, who is ridiculed and despised by others. But it relied on its own unremitting efforts and finally became a white swan flying into the blue sky.

A grain of sand told me that the pain of the past is a thing of the past. I should clean up my mood, turn my grief and anger into strength, and overcome my weaknesses. One day, I will also be a rising star in the limelight.

A grain of sand tells me that the scenery in front of me is not worth a lifetime of nostalgia. What is unforgettable is just the clouds and smoke of the past.

A grain of sand tells me that the lost soul must be found. You can lose yourself, but you can't lose your soul.

A grain of sand tells me, don’t throw away the scattered pieces. Because one day, it may be your precious treasure.

A grain of sand is so light that it has no weight, and is so humble that it has no place. But I found that it is very heavy, very great and very dazzling. A Grain of Sand Prose 7

When we encounter difficulties, we always pray that God can be more tolerant to us and bless us to survive the difficulties, but there are so many people praying, who are you? What is so special about you that you deserve God’s special care for you?

Everyone is like this. For you and me who have no background and no connections, we are so insignificant. We are like a grain of sand. The wind blows gently, and we are lifted up. Who cares about the direction we fly to, and who cares about how badly we fall. We only know that although we are just grains of sand, we also want to live well, enjoy the beauty of this world, experience more love, and feel more beauty. We just want to make our short life have a little meaning, and bring a different light to our own small home. This light can warm this home, and this is enough.

Everyone has suffered, but some people suffer especially much. When you encounter a setback that cannot be overcome, we have no other way but to persevere. Time flies so fast. Maybe after a few years, these confusions are nothing but bothering you at that time. If you don’t seize the time to study hard, this emptiness and helplessness will always haunt you and make you unable to escape. The body can only fall more and more into the endless whirlpool of regret. Why not cheer up, overcome it, overcome this difficulty, so that you can change the status quo, change the current embarrassing situation, and have a chance to turn around. Are you willing to be a salted fish all your life, living your life in such a muddle-headed way? Don't you want to become the kind of person you want to be? Are you willing to stay in the pit where you fell and never want to climb out?

Time flies too fast, you can’t stay depressed anymore, take up the courage and stand up bravely. Even if the days are harder than before, as long as we have confidence, I believe we can come out and make the days better. As long as we work hard enough, we can make a little change in ourselves. As long as we work hard, it doesn't matter if we start all over again. As long as we work hard.

Life is too short, how much time can we really have for ourselves. I feel scary when I think about the road ahead. I just hope that the future can treat me gently, so that I can spend this life peacefully and peacefully, with occasional small surprises, so that I will have no regrets in this life.

How much achievement each person can achieve may have already been predestined. Some people are destined not to become great people. This may be fate, but as long as they live, they can be good enough. There is nothing more precious than living well. Instead of suffering, it is better to enjoy the present moment and enjoy the time passing between your fingers, because time is too fast and life is really short.