Essay on a grain of sand prose

A grain of sand essay 1 A grain of sand is hidden in my eyes, but it hurts my heart. -inscription

A grain of sand, it is so small that people can't see its shape clearly, and it is so vague that people can't understand it. But to my surprise, it floated into my window and caught my attention.

Perhaps once upon a time, not believing in fate seemed to be an illusory gossip, which made people dubious. But at this moment, I can't continue to escape. The trajectory of divorced life, although deviated, can still return to its original state as long as it is intentional. Because of my cowardice, I can't see the strength of a corner, the rainbow in Chu Qing after the rain, and the people around me who are caring and attentive. Lost free and easy, lost direction, lost self. My heart is just missing a corner, but I feel sorry for the collapse of the whole sky.

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

And it is brewed in clam shells, and some are just tortured in the dark. Surrounded by the surrounding liquid, it has nowhere to escape and can only wait for its death quietly after suffocation. It was desperate until one day it saw the first ray of sunshine. It slowly opened its eyes and found that it was not itself. But a smooth and round pearl. In addition to surprise, it is meditation, followed by a relieved smile.

It understands that everyone's growth will go through some ups and downs, and the so-called smooth sailing is just daydreaming. It is often said that there is nothing for nothing in the world. Some people say that there is no pie in the sky. Therefore, instead of thinking about something unrealistic, it is better to be down to earth. A grain of sand, from ordinary to gorgeous, experienced a lot of pain, just like a cocoon trapped itself. But in the end, the silkworm broke out of its cocoon and became a beautiful butterfly. Another example is the ugly duckling in Andersen's fairy tales, which is laughed at and despised by others. But in the end, it became a white swan flying in the blue sky with unremitting efforts.

A grain of sand told me that the pain of the past is a thing of the past, so I should clean up my mood, turn grief into strength and overcome my weakness. One day, I will become a star that attracts much attention.

A grain of sand told me that the scenery in front of me is not worth a lifetime of nostalgia. Unforgettable, just the clouds and smoke of the past.

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

A grain of sand told me not to throw away scattered fragments at will. Because one day, it may be your precious wealth.

A grain of sand, it is light without weight, humble without position. I found it heavy and dazzling.

A grain of sand prose has taken away my fragile skin for two years, but my young heart is still preserved. It dances, spins and takes off with my soul. As hard to grasp as sand, to be exact, he is a grain of sand. He doesn't stand there as still as a stone. He is reckless and bohemian. He kept shouting and chasing in vilen. Yes, he is a grain of sand. -inscription

We are all a grain of sand, because the sand enters our eyes and we can't see the future ahead clearly, because the sand floats with the wind and there is no home. Because the sand is too small, it finally disappears into the vast sea of people. We are unwilling to be ordinary, but we end up flat. The scenery outside is beautiful. Sometimes we long for a rain to let me drift, sometimes we long for a wind to let me dance naturally, and sometimes we long for a tree to make me stable. Sometimes I long for a bright light so that I can show my fiery heart. Sand, floating, constantly pursuing, finally floated into the eyes and shed tears.

Tears are too clear for the earth.

Therefore, we must learn to give up, learn to compromise, and learn to do things that we never like. Therefore, we must learn to close, learn to be silent, learn to understand, and learn to see the rules of exclamation points and commas before we can divide sentences.

Such days keep repeating, such as the clock swinging for 24 hours and ticking into my heart, but I still don't want to give in to reality like this.

I remember drifting away with the support of the wind. I remember leaving my hometown with memories of my ancestors. Think about it this way, I haven't returned to my hometown for a long time. I wonder if Bai Yang is still so strong and the sky is still so cheerful. Yes, everything may have changed suddenly. One day, when I return to my hometown, what I see is no longer what I used to look like, so I will miss the beauty at that time, but don't forget your initiative, no nostalgia, no intention.

But I still carry my original dream. I am a grain of sand, floating in a corner of the world, insignificant. So, no one remembers that I was here. I just wander around, occasionally thinking of my hometown, the endless Sahara desert and the golden sun. But now that I have left, I will learn to be independent. I don't want to go back without any grades, so I have been drifting, and sometimes I will play with my sister Dew after the rain. Sometimes I will pretend to be a quiet little mud, chat with my uncle and grandpa, and listen to his stories that will never change. Trees are born on the earth, changing the air and purifying the environment, so I think I have done a good thing for mankind, but my steps have never stopped. My dream is to float across the sea and see further places. Yes, maybe this is a fantasy that my compatriots never dared to imagine, but I won't.

The road ahead is still very long. For sand, it will be the road under my feet. Although I am floating in a foreign land, I have always been optimistic, because in his eyes, as long as the sun does not set and the world is not destroyed, there is no place where I can't live without him. I have no route strategy, but I have set a direction in my mind, that is, the other side of the ocean. Eager to know the unknown, like to explore the mystery and excitement brought by the unknown. Yes, in the eyes of my compatriots, I am a restless sand. I gave him different names for his antics and ignorance in their hearts. Perhaps, I will wait until one day, when I am tired of wandering and want to find a city to rest and a place to stay. However, it also means that I will stagnate, muddle along, forget the hopes of my ancestors, and forget the dreams I have always insisted on.

So I learned not to let myself back down even if I am tired. It's late at night, and I'm still wandering alone Sometimes I suddenly fear whether the pursuit I have been insisting on is correct, and sometimes I feel inexplicable loneliness and sadness. This feeling is especially strong when night falls.

Unconsciously, I have been wandering for nearly half a century, and the distant sea is still raging, but my heart and passion are not so strong. Sometimes, I wake up in my sleep and look at myself, as if I have changed. No, the two souls inside are tearing, stirring and fighting. A said, you must persist and never give up, no matter how dangerous and bumpy the road ahead is. 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 and don't be stubborn. Dreams are made by fools and idiots. Why spend energy and energy on meaningless things? Face the reality! This tangle bothers me and gives me a splitting headache. When I woke up again, it was dusk the next day. Looking at the sunset, the sunset glow was gorgeous and bright red, and I suddenly understood something. . .

Life is short and fragile, and a storm and the roar of nature may make us disappear. Life is gorgeous as dusk, but it is close to night. We often complain about the shortness of life and the cruelty of reality, but we never pursue it with our heart and do something meaningful. When life is coming to an end and everything goes to dust, I regret that life is impermanent and there are too many tragedies. We often watch other people's lives grow, listen to other people's stories and cry, but we know nothing about ourselves. I woke up one day and felt helpless, treating it as a dream. Time flies, I miss it, and my love is always hurt mercilessly. I am a grain of sand, drifting to an unknown distance. I may be fighting alone, but my dream is a belief forged with my soul! On the way forward, there are many comrades in arms. Although their pursuits and beliefs are different, we all stick to and guard our dreams in different ways. This is not a three-minute fever, not a rhetoric, but a belief that we have come out step by step. I am a grain of sand, coming and going quietly. If you listen carefully, you may hear a rustling sound. If you stand still and feel it, you may feel the breeze brought by my passing.

The sky is still blue, but time is rare. Where will it drift tomorrow? Listen to the wind.

Reality shines into dreams. Before we fight, we are flying. When we were young, speaking was even older than ancient Egypt. We are all born after 90, rebellious, crazy, individual, free, sensitive, sometimes strong, sometimes fragile. When we came into this world, we were as light as sand, but when we left, we were as difficult as snails. We didn't travel, we just said we would leave. We don't have a lovely and real house like a snail, and the material troubles the spirit. Therefore, we are still a grain of sand, and even if we leave, no one will remember.

Yes, maybe we just need to do what we like. Is it important for others to remember? Just like the life of a leaf belongs to its root, isn't it a particularly meaningful and fulfilling thing when we dedicate our best youth to our best self?

I am not a person with a good memory. Five years is neither too long nor too short. If I haven't been married for five years, I'm a long-distance runner. If I don't have a new relationship for five years, I will be lonely again. If I had just graduated from college at the age of 24, I would have achieved something by the age of 29. Five years is really not too long or too short. Just right, knowing someone should be like this.

For me in Libra, many people think that I have countless friends, and among so many friends, Liu Tong should be the most special one, because he is the only one among boys who calls me "Master"! These two words were as important as parents in ancient times. Of course, I don't need him to do this to me, but I can feel each other's small universe and subtle feelings.

That kind of feeling should be that we took photos and chatted online five years ago, and we were afraid to eat too expensive restaurants and travel far away. So recalling our five years, I feel a little embarrassed. There is a lot to say, of course, there should be friends who have been friends for longer than us. It's just that people are wonderful and full of subtle pheromone emotional factors. What has he been doing these five years?

That year, he wrote a book, which was a youth series. I happened to shoot the cover of that series, which is a bit embarrassing to say, but we really started to establish contact with the blog platform because of this opportunity. We really built feelings with words, unlike those fair-weather friends. Of course, the way we often met later was to hide in a pub in the city and tell some little secrets that my parents didn't tell others, and then bury them in my heart. This feeling is very comfortable. Another summer afternoon, he went to Shanghai from Beijing alone, just above my company, and took the cover of "Lovelorn" for him with my technology and camera. So far, I think we are really brave, without makeup, modeling, lighting, only a camera and an adventurous heart. This should also be what my apprentice looks like. There is endless energy hidden in my thin body, as if I am not afraid of death.

Speaking of why there are such "disciples"? I feel a little ashamed. I haven't taught him anything so far. He likes taking pictures of him. I hope I can teach him to take pictures. So after a party in Beijing many years ago, in a restaurant in Guijie Street, he knelt on the ground and half-jokingly recognized me as a "master". I said it was a joke, but later it seemed that everyone took it seriously. After that, he changed his name and called me Master. Every time someone asks me what I taught him, I feel speechless, because I really didn't teach anything. In my opinion, he is like a dynamic robot, and he can't stop. In fact, he doesn't have many friends. He spends most of his time working, writing books and blogging. I think there must be great loneliness behind a person's success. He seldom mentioned his feelings to me, and even if he did, he only said a few words. Those feelings are actually in this thick book.

Some people say he is young and frivolous. I will laugh and say, if he is young and frivolous, will he wait until he is old to go crazy? If I were San Mao, I would give you a horse. If I am a photographer, I hope I can help you shoot the most beautiful scenery. Life is always planned by yourself. Many times, I can only stand there silently and watch him grow day by day, and then blossom and bear fruit. At the end of the preface, I said so much. Did I wait a long time to share any gossip and feel that I read a very regrettable preface? It doesn't matter. Let's start with this book.

From the moment we were born, we were like a grain of sand, drifting with the wind, gathering and parting, just to see some beautiful things in this world, I hope you will go further and further.

Essay 4 on a grain of sand When we are in trouble, we always pray that God will forgive us and bless us through the difficulties. But so many people are praying. Who are you? What's so special about you that you deserve special care from God?

Everyone is like this. For you and me who have no background and connections, how small we are, we are a grain of sand. When the wind blows gently, we are lifted. Who cares where we fly and how badly we will fall? I only know that although we are a grain 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 a little meaningful and bring a little different light to our small family. This light is enough to warm this home.

Everyone has suffered, but some people eat a lot. When you meet an insurmountable hurdle, we have no choice but to stick to it. Time flies too fast. Maybe after a few years, these confusions are nothing, but they have been bothering you at that time. If you don't take the time to study hard, this emptiness and helplessness will always haunt you, leaving you unable to extricate yourself and falling into an endless whirlpool of regret. Why not cheer up, overcome this difficulty, so as to change the status quo, change the current embarrassing situation, and have a chance to turn over. Would you like to be a salted fish all your life? Don't you want to be what you want to be? Would you like to stay in a falling pit and never climb out?

Time passes too fast, and it can't be suppressed any more. Take courage and stand up bravely. Even if life is more bitter than before, I believe that as long as I have confidence, I will definitely come out and make my life better. As long as we work hard enough, we can change ourselves a little. Just work hard and start all over again. Just work hard.

Life is short, how much time can you really belong to yourself. The thought of the future makes me feel terrible. I only hope that in the future, I can be gentle with me, so that I can spend my life safely, quietly and occasionally with a little surprise, so that I have no regrets in this life.

How much everyone can achieve may have been predestined, and some people are doomed not to be human. This may be fate, but as long as they are alive, they will be good enough. Nothing is more precious than living well. Instead of suffering, it is better to enjoy the present and enjoy the time passing through your fingers, because time is too fast and life is really short.