Qing Qing Zi Ji You's Prose My Heart

Do you often see prose in your daily study, work and life? Prose is characterized by expressing the author's views and feelings through the description of some fragments or events in real life. So, can you write prose? The following is my carefully compiled essay "Love Qing Zi Ziyou My Heart" for reference only. Welcome to reading.

Qing Qing Zi Jin My Heart Prose 1 Qing Qing Zi Jin My Heart. If I didn't go to see you, didn't you get my letter? Green is what you wear, and leisurely is my feeling. If I never visit you, can't you take the initiative?

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Once upon a time, thoughts turned at the fingertips; In a blink of an eye, the years are flowing in the pen; Between the fingers, the prosperity has passed through the flowers and withered; How many scenery, stranded in the ocean of sleep, the most warm and moving is still the fragrant fireworks, although illusory, but always in the hearts of women, lingering, poetic and fragrant. .....

Rain, deep in my heart; The wind was eclipsed. Sandy's world of mortals, rendering ink and wash, is touching and fragrant. Standing on the other side of time, how many years have been exaggerated and how many flowers have been fragrant. If you don't think about it, you will never forget it, and you will be entangled in dreams. Read your silent and indifferent face and release your flowery smile. Too much tenderness, lingering sadness and attachment have merged into a sad ocean and spread without trace in the depths of your soul. ....

Flowers bloom all your life, and you are lonely all your life; Miss you for a thousand years, full of melancholy. There are joys and sorrows in the world, and flowers are scattered. No hesitation, no sadness, no commotion, no hiding. Shallow night, invite a cup to drink the moonlight on the other side alone, confused, can I say goodbye to you? The night is very cold, touching the softest thoughts in my heart, drinking a cup of bitter wine alone, full of words, and beautifully writing out sadness and sadness. ...

Half-finger candlelight, flying high; Half a month, hazy. How much sigh tone, full of sadness; How many scenes passed by and were silently injured; How many rich strangers, alone. Time gradually heals the pain, and my eyes wait for time to pass, far and near; Go ahead. Come on. The lingering feelings in my heart are treasured in a piece of white paper, bearing the deep affection of Mohism, forgetting some, erasing some and hiding some.

It is also true and illusory that youth is stranded. In an intermittent mood, I write light and elegant poems. With a lifetime of shallow love and quiet love, I will never give up, and I will depend on each other. Only by cherishing fate can I be eternal.

Qing Qing Zi Ji You's Prose 2 of My Heart is over, and I am silent with my guitar. Looking at the night sky through the window sash gap covered with frost flowers, all the twinkling stars are lonely, and a cold crescent moon gently ripples the Milky Way, reflecting two loving hearts in the world.

I don't know which window sends out melancholy songs at night, and I always feel that melancholy is more real than happiness. Close your eyes and sit in a room with moonlight, quietly want to listen to the sound of flowers blooming and falling, and the old monk will settle down. You smile without saying a word, and your poetry is fragrant. The autumn wind took away yesterday's flowers, and the distant mountains were thick and clear in flowing water and serene smile. Time goes by quietly, who is in the flower building on the other side, listening to the voice of my words with a gentle smile.

In winter and cold season, autumn leaves fall, flowers and laughter, humble room warm songs, blues feelings. The land of dancing is a beautiful encounter of words, and it goes without saying that there is an occasional silent smile. We poured out those warm feelings without words all the way, and the years passed like water. You and I gently touched the graceful and restrained poems of Tang and Song Dynasties, and depicted the fate of lucky chances on a piece of white paper. You say life is too long and vows are too vulgar.

I said, "Missing is a kind of happiness, and sadness is a noble loneliness."

You said, "Missing is a long article that needs to be read with your heart. Sorrow is a philosophical book that needs spiritual understanding. "

Your warmth overflows my fingers, waving clear and shallow notes, just like a butterfly wandering, and I am a cloud flying over your sky, destined to drift. In your blue sky, I would like to keep my pen and ink in your heart, with the fragrance swaying in the wind and the longing for spring, happy and quiet. We all like to take a picture scroll and recite some poems to render an ultimate comfort. I like to tread the morning dew, bathe in the warm sunshine, indulge in the ocean of words, and leave a tacit understanding in each other's hearts.

Even in the world of ice and snow, I can feel your thoughtfulness and gentleness, and that quiet sincerity reaches deep inside. I also want to be a butterfly with you, share joys and sorrows, and lean against each other. It is like a cat's intimacy at night, like a lotus flower when it falls, like running water when it leaves the wind, and like a plant growing wildly when it moves. Opening our hearts also taught us to cherish, cherish time and cherish each other. My hidden blessing is that I water your dreams with the rain condensed by my feelings and have your time.

The purple dream faded away from glitz and regained its original heart in the bright and beautiful. Green and purple, leisurely in my heart! Create a quiet and peaceful world for yourself, just want to gently rejoice in your happiness, quietly share your sadness, and grow old together like this. Looking back at you in the smoke is like a fairy, which coincides with the charming face of the moon palace. The moonlight is quiet and dusty.

You are wearing a white shirt and smiling at the sunshine, forming the most unique scenery in my heart.

You held a reader's forum in Shanghai that day. I remember that day, the sun was just right and the breeze was not dry.

You are such a boy, who loves to wear a clean and flawless white shirt, always with a warm smile and writing a life story that reminds people. You are sunny and confident, you are gentle and considerate, you are serious and humorous, and you will eventually become a beautiful scenery in my heart.

At the symposium that day, you carefully and thoughtfully arranged for every reader to sit down. At least I didn't find anyone without a chair. After all the arrangements are made, you sit at the lecture table and start this symposium.

I remember that in the reader's questioning session, you answered every question patiently and seriously; In the new book signing session, you send every blessing thoughtfully; When you shake hands with readers, you smile politely and kindly; In the photo session with readers, your playful and lovely sunshine personality is fully exposed ... you are all the scenery in my heart.

I have never forgotten the day when two little girls held banners and shouted "Uncle Hao". You warmly touched their heads and thanked them, which provoked many young students and readers to shout "Uncle Hao" to you. You just smiled and turned to joke with them: "If you call me that, I will be much older!" " "This drew bursts of laughter in the venue. This is you, too, humorous and natural.

You once wrote in your book: "You have to endure until spring blossoms; You have to go until the lights are bright; You have to look at the vast world and then evaluate whether it is good or bad; You have to work hard to get better, and then stand beside people who dare not imagine. It can't be done in one step. "

You are an unexpected person, but you are the one who inspired me along the way. When I am happy, I think of your smile, which strengthens my belief in getting better; Thinking of your words when I am sad makes me stand up again and move on.

And the almost crazy rebellious period of others. Because of your words, I was able to spend this difficult time that everyone had to face almost calmly. Thank you for really making your book "May someone accompany you to wander the world" come true in my life.

I have read gorgeous words and touching stories, but they are not as attractive to me as you.

Happiness is you, confidence is you, and humor is you. Everything is you, you are Lu Sihao, you are the April day on earth, and you are the unique scenery in my heart.

Qingqing is your collar, YY is my miss. Thank you for being a unique landscape.