Diary of classic prose

Diary of Classic Prose1September 3rd, the weather was sunny, with blue sky and white clouds and a slight warm wind. At 5 o'clock in the morning, we went to the front door and took a bus to the Summer Palace.

The Summer Palace is the royal garden of the Qing Dynasty, which was built by Empress Dowager Cixi at that time at the expense of the navy.

We walked on the long corridor of the Summer Palace. Now the promenade of the Summer Palace is more beautiful than before! The paintings on the promenade are brightly colored and have been restored.

1I was here in the winter of 967. I am very happy to revisit now! Walking on the promenade to enjoy the scenery, lakes and mountains, beautiful blue sky and reflections in the water; Loutai Diange, colorful; Magnificent buildings are hidden among green trees; Kunming Lake is as flat as a mirror, and cruise ships are rippling; Lotus flowers are in full bloom and have different shapes, which reminds me of the poem "The lotus leaves are infinitely bright the next day, and the lotus flowers reflect differently in the sun". Tourists are woven, but not crowded. They are all polite and smile at each other. Friends of different skin colors from all over the world held up their cameras to take pictures. They talked in various languages and expressed their love for China's great rivers and mountains.

We boarded the highest building in the Summer Palace-Foxiang Pavilion. Foxiang Pavilion is the place where Empress Dowager Cixi burned incense in Qing Dynasty. The steps are very high, and the steeper they get. You are panting with fatigue. Climbing to the top, overlooking the mountains and rivers, you are relaxed and happy!

The 17 bridge in the Summer Palace is more eye-catching. Pedestrians on the bridge are in an endless stream, smiling, holding the railing or leaning against the stone railing, taking pictures in front of various stone lions. Beautiful cruise ships pass under the bridge. There is a bronze cow by the lake, and adults and children compete to take pictures.

The Summer Palace is a tourist attraction and a place for China people to think. Visiting this park will also remind people of the history of the Qing Dynasty.

At about 5 pm, we went back to the hotel by bus.

Diary of Classic Prose 2 The grass is lush, the river is quiet, and the camellia is still fresh and noble. What a rainy day in late spring! Gentle as a fairy, rolling and rambling in transparent time. Scattered flowers, blooming in those unknown landscapes, have a soft voice.

In April, the beautiful scenery on earth warmed the long-lost heart, withered petals and lonely songs. Suddenly there was a sentimental life, with accumulation and precipitation, and it also went from the initial prosperity to the decline. The last watch of life is as high and calm as residual load, aging and withering. A kind of sadness in life, all the green colors are falling red and falling willow near the end of life, and all the colors in April are flourishing in moss-covered memories, stubborn into a different charm.

A tenacious persistence to the end is just the last touch of tragic sadness after the residual load. I stared at it for a long time, but after all the prosperity, there was nothing.

The beauty of scruples may only be that there is no bleak autumn wind and love under the banyan tree. In April, I was so bored that the spring breeze burst, and it was ten miles in late spring.

In the last memory of the sunset, in the rhythm of nature like a song, I saw the blue sky and white clouds belonging to Lin Weiyin in April, elegant and beautiful as a clear spring. Affectionate people will always fall in love with all the affection in April unconsciously. At the end of the story, all the beauty and sadness, all the love, all the warmth, all the hopes and all the good things belong to the light of Lin Weiyin, the most beautiful rainy day in April.

Knowing the warmth of the years, there are always some feelings that belong to me. Distant thoughts awakened my old dreams of sleeping, and we were deeply committed to each other. I asked the Spring Breeze how much time is left to pursue, the last spectacular life, full of infinite spring, walking against time, floating clouds in Wan Li, whether there is any other love.

I meditated in Buddhism, fishing alone and remembering, being in the hustle and bustle of April, watching the time turn to dust under the dim light.

I never knew my father kept a diary. I only know that he is busy with work and crops every day, hardworking and taciturn. He walked like a fly when he was young, but now he stumbles. Just a few days ago, when I was helping my father pack up his old things, I found many small books. When I opened them, it was my father's diary, which really surprised me. Without telling my father, I rummaged through these little books and put them in the cupboard of my desk. They are valuables.

My father's diaries are all from recent years. I don't know if I lost it in the past or didn't write it at all. There is no philosophical experience of life in the diary, no famous sayings and epigrams, only simple words and trivial matters of family life. I can't stop crying when I turn over the pages. How much my father has paid for this family! And how much can we experience as children?

My father is a thrifty housekeeper, so the daily expenses at home are recorded in his diary, from a few hairs to thousands of household appliances, which are recorded in an orderly way. Summarize once a month, make a big plan every year, and finally write down what is wasted and what can be saved to prepare for the next year's expenditure plan. I think it is precisely because of my father's concern and accurate budget that in that era of extremely poor material conditions, our brother and sister can get a good education and get married. The hardship in this process is a bitter taste that only a father can understand! It also reminds me that when I was at school, my father couldn't sleep at night for my high tuition. That figure is the income of our family without eating or drinking for one year. He and his mother want to know which relatives and friends they can borrow money from and when they can return the borrowed money to others. The next day, my father went out early in the morning and borrowed my tuition when he came back. At that time, I hated myself for not taking more exams and making money earlier, making my father work so hard for me. When my father sent me to school, he gave a thick stack of IOUs to the toll collector. My heart ached and tears flowed down, but I didn't dare to let my father see it. After all, my father saw it and thought it was my first time to leave home. I couldn't bear to let him go, so he comforted me to study hard and not to miss home. I didn't cry when my father left, but secretly vowed to be a filial daughter forever. I can't be sorry for my father! Of course, there is no such entry in this diary, but I will always keep this page in mind.

Later, my brother and I both graduated and our living conditions improved. Next, when we go home, my father will always say, "Don't buy useless things, don't buy things that are not needed for the time being. It's always good to save money." We didn't understand when we said this. My brother said, "If you have money now, you have to spend it. Depreciate if you don't spend it. " Father always disagrees. Seeing this diary, I really realized my father's heart when he spoke. He always hoped that the child's hands would be wider and not as hard as he used to be!

Another important content in my father's diary is the arrangement of farm work, from morning till night. I started writing in the morning, when to pull weeds in the fields, and when to do my next job ... My father is a good hand at growing crops, and he is over 60 years old today. At any time of the year, he always arranges his own work. In addition to harvesting at noon and autumn harvest, his father is always busy in other seasons. The crops in the field are harvested in an orderly manner; Vegetable fields have also been opened inside and outside the yard at home, and various vegetables are planted according to seasons; The Woods along the river bank have also been turned over and over again to grow seasonal crops. Every time I go home, my father is seldom at home. Don't ask, I don't know what field I work in. In my mother's words, your father didn't find a job. "I know my father is a restless man, a man who is unhappy without crops. Only when he sees the land and approaches it will he feel that his mind is peaceful and happy. Seeing that my father is old, ten acres of land at home is not light work. My brother and I have been persuading him not to do that, such as taking medicine and paying someone to do it, but he said, "What am I going to do when I have nothing to do?" "I'm not used to life in the city, but it's comfortable here. I can work slowly and get tired." I deeply know my father's feelings for the land, which is a spirit inherited from my ancestors. What they have is strength, not publicity, only hard work; They believe in the land and believe that their efforts will be given by the land; They don't complain, they don't feel tired, they sweat but their hearts are full; They can't live without this land for a moment. Only by putting their feet on it can they be practical!

I don't know how many such diaries my father kept, but no matter how many, they all convey the same feelings: responsibility to the family, love for children, respect for crops and persistence in life. Behind ordinary words and simple numbers are the father's decades of hard work and sweat, and his expectations for his children, his family and his future. I never told my father that I had read his diary, but I will only keep it in mind; I have never said I love you to my father, and I will only stick to my oath. At this moment, I expect my father's diary to go on forever and never stop. ...

I don't know much about this part. All I know is that there are a lot of actions to close the waist and lift the buttocks, which means that butting is human's favorite! Then, exercise every day and strive for perfection, but the natural proportion is large and can only be improved the day after tomorrow! The beauty in the network, in addition to showing her breasts, is showing her hips! That shape, no matter what color, is very attractive! So, I followed the wisdom, some were just a few, and some were just a few shoelaces. I was very concerned at that time. I bought various styles and spent money here, but I believe that women all have this kind of mood. They like to be more attractive at night. Show it to their husbands!

It is said that hips have a great effect on the body. I'm not a doctor, what I said may be unprofessional! It is said that it is related to the heart and is inextricably linked with all organs! But as a non-professional person, if a person pays attention to exercise and tightens his hips, then your whole body muscles will be improved! Hip fat accumulation, other places will not be less, affecting organs, operation will also have obstacles! Others say that ugly ass is good for your health. I'm not sure. I just think it's good for my health because of the large area and smooth blood flow! No matter who is right or wrong, based on oneself, the size cannot be changed. Have time to practice!

An interesting scene in the movie makes you laugh when you think about it. The beautiful women in the ballroom are hostile to each other. One side thinks the other's ass is fake and deliberately presses a nail on the stool. Sure enough, she sat on it without screaming! It's really bursting, and you can press the prosthesis on your ass! How funny!

Where do you aim your eyes when a woman passes by? It's the ass, especially in summer. The charming part is matched with all kinds of enchanting skirts and some black socks, which look so mysterious! The hips are next to the waist, which is the real wealth of the hips! Move left and flash right, the scenery is infinite! Are you moved! Facing the vast world, there are all kinds of graceful women. I hope you care most about the women in your family and their hips! Dazzled outside, you can only look far, not nearsighted, not hands-on, and you have evil thoughts! A man's heart for a woman should be complete!

I am deeply impressed by the daily reports on the Internet. Those beautiful pictures are the masterpieces of photographers, and everyone can enjoy the beautiful scenery. I am so afraid that I will be misunderstood. This problem is even worse for me, because I envy that graceful woman, whether she is beautiful or not, but she must keep her inherent figure! When I flashed, at least it didn't make people feel uncomfortable. This is respect for the world!

Inadvertently, I stripped my personality, which is very amateur! Colleagues say I have time to do something serious. Can I run away? I am waiting, waiting for my inner expectation!

In fact, women have much deeper feelings for every inch of their bodies than men. Men are just looking for the wonderful feeling after a momentary touch, but women know how to keep in good shape. I have always felt that it is not just to please men, it is the pursuit of beauty in women's nature.

I hit Jiangnan and walked past the face waiting in the season, such as lotus. The catkins in March didn't fly, and your heart was like a small lonely city. It's dead of night on Qingshi Street, and the spring curtain in March doesn't show your heart. That's a small window to cover my horseshoe. This is a beautiful mistake. I am not a returnee, but a traveler.

Reading Zheng Chouyu's poems on rainy days always has a gentle and quiet taste, but it always haunts me. March in the north is like March in the north, but sunny Wan Li can't resist the cold wind. The weather is always so changeable, accompanied by a cold wind sweeping, bringing back the chill in March and April. Wake up in the morning, the hurried footsteps outside the window, in this dark day, follow the same pace as the wind, but always wrapped in a clear figure, appear in my dream. Downstairs, accompanied by this slight cold wind, I found the sky clear and bright; Although this sunshine is not as strong as a sunny day, it can also find some comfort in this foggy air. At seven o'clock in the morning, the sun was still quiet and soft, and a corner of the dark cloud blocked the light, and soon it had disappeared into the clouds. The cold in early spring is just right. The green shoots on the willow branches make people toothache, but they make this spring more profound.

The sound of spring thunder is empty and bright, and the pond is green. The sunny and clean morning brought bursts of thunder for no reason, and naturally there was more joy than surprise. The thunder in spring gives people such a shy and youthful taste, but I can't help listening for a while. Spring thunder is early in the water town, like a car. The spring thunder in Sikongshu is far away in the south of the Yangtze River, which is really unbearable for the climate in the north. Spring thunder in the north inevitably comes a little late and has developed a long-awaited addiction. Speaking of the northland, it will naturally be associated with the southland, and red beans always appear together in the spring. Red bean shrubs grow in the south, and spring sprouts in many branches. Spring in the south always has a sticky and inseparable complex in the writings of the ancients, which inevitably pollutes people's habits and makes them look affectionate and gentle. The moist water in the south of the Yangtze River makes the talented people and beautiful women in the south look like water everywhere, and even the spring thunder is affectionate. The light thunder fell all night, and the light symbols were uneven. Spring thunder in Qin Guan's works is like a few lines, which shows the density and heavy traces of spring and makes people feel steep. Even if the spring scenery in the south is infinitely good, I will never accept it without the north. Autumn in the old capital is still long and lovely, and spring in the north is unique. The green in the north is not as strong as that in the south, but it is also seeping silently to moisten the heart. Here, spring, like a brush, outlines and renders a little Shan Ye with a clear and strong sense of hierarchy. The layering of light and shade gives way to the loveliness of green, just like appreciating a work. It's windy in the north, you know. Under the action of the wind, the green in spring presents layers of crimson drunkenness. If the east wind does not come, catkins will not fly in March. It is this kind of scene that is shown, as if it were arranged in advance.

Diary of classic prose for 6 years and 30 years, after I went to have morning tea with my grandfather early. Driving home seems normal, but it's not unusual at all. When I was riding in the car, my right heel was rubbed by the steel wire in the middle of the wheel, and a large piece of meat (not a large piece of meat) disappeared on the spot. I wasn't thinking about my feet, but my new girlfriend's first date (she was my first girlfriend). Although we don't have an appointment, boys shouldn't keep girls waiting, right?

After I got home, I looked at my shoes and feet carefully. The shoes are tattered, the socks at the heel are worn out, and there is no blood at the heel, but if you look closely, it is bruised. Even so, I haven't given up the idea of dating my girlfriend. Resolutely take out the collateral oil and wipe it. It hurts and tortures. In fact, these shoes are not the scariest. The scariest thing is the next 2-3 hours, because I am wearing jeans (dating my girlfriend, how can I not be handsome, right). As we all know, jeans are very abrasive, and my wound is rubbed by pants, which is very painful and torturous.

I can't believe I lasted 2-3 hours. During this time, I was miserable, and there was another one-forcing a smile. I didn't know the meaning of this idiom before. When I understood it, it was actually time for me to date my girlfriend. I must explain this idiom to you. You should have seen it on TV. You must smile. In my opinion, only you have experienced it yourself can you know that smiling is actually a mental and physical torture, not a mental or physical torture. Although it hurts, I can't scream, I can only laugh (I will cry if I don't laugh). Look, it seems nothing, but ...

10。 At the risk of being scolded, I went to my girlfriend's house by bus, but to my disappointment, she was not at home. Generally speaking, today I feel three kinds of feelings at the same time: forcing a smile, misery and pain. I must say that something happens to me every time I have an important date, and this time it will be my foot.

Diary of Classic Prose When I was 7 16 years old, I started to keep a diary. There are 28 thick books now. In my spare time, I numbered my diaries and arranged them neatly in the bookcase. These diaries are like the testimony of my life, standing there quietly and testifying to me at any time: this is your life, everything is in black and white, clear and clear.

I often read these diaries, either happy, ashamed, disappointed or sad, because of the innocence of my past youth, the hardships of my past life, and the ideal pursuit of these diaries, which recorded the hardships, melancholy and entanglement of the past years, and of course I was moved and happy. Regardless of their living conditions and circumstances, these diaries accurately and truly record their real life experiences.

Diary can be roughly divided into several stages. First, these diaries before marriage are the purest, record the most detailed life and worry the most. It is the age when "teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, fall in love with the floor and say they are worried about adding new words". In order to show your maturity, reading those sad books every day, wandering around in your spare time, the withering of a flower and the injury of a bird are enough to make you sad for half a day. Even so, love can't help rushing in. Snow White in my heart is looming, and she is as excited as a silver carp out of water all day, jumping all the time. The girl smiled at herself and danced a warm square dance in her heart; When a girl alienates herself, her heart is dying, as if she had fallen into a bottomless abyss.

The diary after marriage records the running-in process with his wife. This is a difficult process. My wife and I are lovers. She is stubborn, but I have no patience. We both have strong personalities. When such two people are combined, conflict is inevitable. Sometimes, for trivial matters, it will cause havoc, which is a typical representative of a "disharmonious" family. In the diaries of those years, I don't know how many "bad words" I wrote about her-fortunately, she is a "science girl" and never peeks at my diary of Crazy Grass, otherwise the plot of "disturbing Heaven" will be staged at my home immediately.

However, with the growth of age, our temper has become more and more gentle, just like a pair of old pumpkins, which lost their youth but became as calm as gold. At this point, my diary is less slapstick and more warm and considerate; Less gratitude and resentment, more understanding and tolerance.

People who like to keep diaries are happy. They can live their lives into three kinds: the first is real life, the second is to relive life every time they keep diaries, and the third is to relive life in memories when they read diaries in their later years. Because of a hobby I cultivated when I was young, I kept a record of my life, society and all the people I love and those who love me. I hope these diaries can bring aftertaste, happiness and enlightenment to my future life.

The mountains are quiet, and you can see the oblique wind and drizzle. In the silhouette of the Spring and Autumn Period, how should I meet those stories and recall the gentleness of turning around? A journey of mountains and rivers, a story, is nothing more than the most beautiful harp and harp in memory, a city engraved with rain, like the wind load in a dream, and the bell at the bottleneck of tiptoe reaches the dust, just like those silent songs, spending time together in the silence of rice paper.

-loneliness after turning around.

The memory of the lost time, the sound of rain and the petal rain in April have all become poetic. It's drizzling and larks are dancing. It is such a rainy day, leaving only a curtain of rain and a lonely smoke. I don't read or write, but I just listen to the time running away, my thoughts are scattered and simple, and my memories are silent. The rain in my memory, I don't know who I think of, and the drizzle lingers under the dim light, only feeling that the night is too cold, which adds to the shredded silence.

My heart is like rain. When I am alone, I can be happy in private, and I can be obsessed with remembering love like a dream. My life is full of sad thoughts, sadness and happiness, which I missed. Rainy eaves are really suitable for listening to the rain through the window. I like listening to Song Ci, and my mood is sparse, and some memories are scattered. Only those who have a heart will pass under the window. The rainy season has just come and the time is just right.

Waiting for the wind to accompany you, waiting for silence and faint joy, time flies and everything is rainy. Often have tea and chat with casual strangers, some are depressed, some are fragile, some are sad, life is only a little mysterious, lonely and shapeless, soft and endless decadent. The distant horizon, the mountains and rivers that can't be seen, the long-lost wheatgrass is gone, and the broken thoughts are even remembered with smiles and swaying thoughts-no one knows me better than me, and no one knows me better than me.

Time is always so fleeting that the world can't be satisfactory. It seems that I know everything, and it seems that everything is so confusing to me. After all, I am still wet behind the ears.

Cherish, I don't know if I understand. Free and easy, I don't know if I care. After all, lost to this society.

Say, it's not that simple I seem to understand that everything is not as simple as it seems. So, learn to disguise. Pretend not to care, don't care about what others think of you, don't care about the so-called insults to your so-called dignity, don't care about the intentional or unintentional verbal harm to you, don't care about a few comments or suggestions, don't care about everything, just stick to something worthwhile. Perhaps, if you let go, you will gain a lot. At least not on my face.

I am optimistic, just like I am laughing every day. However, when I am tired, I really want to indulge myself regardless. However, it seems that there is no room and freedom for me! Don't I belong to this time and space? Oh, well, I'm a Martian, and I speak water star language that Martians don't understand and people on earth don't understand. I am very close to the sun, so I am full of blood, or hot water!

All of a sudden, I'm so tired and want to go home to my mother. When I am tired, my mother will give me a lot of invisible strength. I always say, I will live well for my mother, live well!

Poverty inherits the wind! Mom has a mom, too Will mom be tired? Does mom have infinite attachment to mom's mom? Motherly love is great! Selfless! We are selfish! Selfish enough to want to "come as soon as you call, and go away"!

In this world, there are very few people who really treat themselves well-parents, brothers, and the other half who are ready to live their lives. However, who will really accompany who for a lifetime? Otherwise, what does the rising divorce rate mean? Do you play house for fun? Just kidding! !

I live a serious life! So, I will relax and live a good life!

Vivre！ Some people are alive and he is dead; Some people are dead, but he is still alive! But after all, it is good to live in this world. That is a comfort, an excuse, a virtue! As long as you live, you can do what you want, love and be loved! Only when you are alive, you won't make people who love you sad!

Somehow, I thought of it here, too deep to remember. In this life, just be happy! In this life, it is good not to miss! In this life, just don't regret it! In this life, it is good to have someone to rely on for a lifetime!

Are you happy? Are you happy? ! I should be very happy! But why? ...

I love my mother! Before I started working, I had a deep prejudice against my father. Now, even better! Now I can say I love my parents! My brother has been my role model since I was a child, but I have gone astray in my studies! I felt sorry for everyone at that time! However, I have grown up! Then my brother had a sister-in-law, and then they had my lovely little nephew! I am also very happy to see a happy family! Looking at them, I am very happy! I love this family! My sister-in-law is a good person! It is said that it is not that one family does not enter one household. Does that mean our family is fine? Hehe, besides being rich or expensive, I think it's not bad! We, a struggling family! I feel proud! I believe my brother will give my sister-in-law a bright future! Because that's my brother I admired since I was a child. Because we are a good family!

Home, homesick! Home, where is my home! Mine! Go home!

I have no sense of security since I was a child, and I hate quarreling. Gross! Very disgusting! I called home recently, and the situation seems to be good! I remember my mother said that my wife was a companion! So I let go of the triviality of the previous generation. Let it develop naturally.

Recently, the change has come, and the change is near. So, I was affected.

Be happy.

Listen, the more you grow up, the more lonely you are, and suddenly you are so lonely and helpless! Although there are my friends, my dreams and my persistence here, I suddenly feel helpless and lonely.

Just like a song, don't forget to be at ease! Then feel at ease! The human heart is crowded! I just want to find my own air!