3 classic short prose essays on love

The classic love prose "The mountains will never meet again, and the water will never meet again"

In front of a soft and delicate emotional text, I was suddenly touched and my eyes changed inexplicably. A person who feels moist and whose heart becomes infinitely softer must be a person who has a story in his heart. That private emotion locked in the bottom of your heart once so passionately disturbed the peace in your heart, so deeply that it crushed your heart without preparation, and then entangled you so sweetly, leaving you for a long time. Not to be out of its heavy siege.

Binding the past fragments into a picture album of memory, enjoying the loneliness of that memory alone in the night, my heart is sad and sour at this time. Why is beautiful love always far away? Why does the person I love heart-breakingly always make me sad again and again?

There is a person who when we love, we feel so powerless. , until I lost him, I still felt so overwhelmed. Is all this a predetermined outcome in fate? The lonely leaves falling in the wind, the falling red flowers floating in the water, and the love lost in the heart all bring the same desolate feeling to people. There is a kind of emotion that once came so amazingly, but was lost forever in an inadvertent turn. The footsteps of time wiped out the tears on the face, but the faint pain can no longer be expressed, and there is no more appropriate language to express it. Expression and description••••••

There are always some encounters that pass by like water, and there are always some fates that are permanently shelved and become secrets in the heart. Once, I was so careless that I drowned myself in the dream of mortal world. I was once so careless, my most sensitive heartstring was touched by someone. However, when the meteor fell, all the most beautiful things were disillusioned.

There is always a story that becomes the past of life and a yellowed memory on the last page of the manuscript of life. Those who have been in our lives and those who have experienced vivid episodes are forever buried in the dust of the years, and they dare not turn over or touch them again.

Life is about constantly passing through those unknown landscapes. Some people will deeply attract you, move you, make you sigh, make you cry, and make you smile and record it all. Some scenery will be far behind you. Maybe you can't help but look back a few times, but you can't take them with you on the long journey. Anyone and anything will become an uncaptured past. We can only face the regrets of loss with a calm mind. I believe that the sea water of life will wash away many traces, and those that cannot be forgotten can only settle in the bottom of my heart over the years. Often in order to reject some sudden pain, we often force ourselves to forget something. Is that a way to avoid harm? Have you ever had those confused memories in your heart? A story about a romantic and snowy night, and that strange figure in time, took away the smile of my life.

Watching a person's back finally disappear from his sight, everything returned to its original calmness in the roaring river of time. There is a distance that I once knew was so difficult to cross, but in the end of the story I still didn’t have the courage to cross it. Why was the initial sweetness turned into a final stroke of sadness?

Sitting quietly in the tranquility of the night, those ignored and forgotten feelings suddenly fell like autumn rain one day. Over and over, that heart-wrenching feeling of pain was once again aroused from the distant bottom of my heart. Love is as beautiful as fireworks. After being brilliant to the extreme, it is destined to wither in helplessness. I can't control it, and neither can you.

There is always a pain in life that we need to bear. If it is not in your life, then it must be in your love. I once wanted to give you the happiness of my life so much, but I could never reach you within a certain distance.

On a dim starry night, every time you look up into the distance, you will stir up the slight pain in your heart again. Those unexpected heartbreaks, those joys and sorrows of love that are gone forever like youth, once again play a sad melody in the bottom of my heart. But I can only wrap my life's pain around the ivy of words.

Some people will understand your preciousness only after losing you. After the pain, you let go of despair. From now on, you will no longer demand a good result, and you will no longer try your best to retain all the reluctance. If the wind is destined to take away something, then let yourself learn to let go calmly.

No matter how beautiful the road was yesterday, it cannot replace today’s walk. The dust is just to let the beauty of the past continue to stay there, to let the grown-up self quietly stay away from the pain, to let tomorrow's time have more bright colors, and to better fulfill the meaning of one's life seriously. .

There is always a touch of dust left in the wind, recording our feelings of love that year and month. There is always a future that we cannot afford to dream about, there is always a tomorrow where we no longer have anything to do with each other.

Every love is a kind of painful realization. From now on, the mountains will no longer meet, and the water will no longer meet... A pipe, a trace of distant mountains, a pool of autumn water, and a few egrets and gulls. Autumn is quiet, indifferent and elegant. The sky is high, the earth is wild, the clouds are white, the wind is clear, the trees are all autumn colors, and the mountains are full of smoke.

This is early autumn, and the autumn mood is not very strong yet. Light purple and pink morning glory bloom all over the fields, plain and quiet. Looking at the light flowers, my mood also becomes light. Take a leisurely walk in the fields, step on the cool breeze, feel the boundless autumn mood, the shallow coldness, and appreciate the leisurely atmosphere. At any time in autumn, you can also appreciate Wang Wei's Zen state of "people are idle, osmanthus flowers are falling, the moon is quiet, spring mountains are empty", that kind of emptiness and openness. It is rare to have a moment of leisure in life. People become elegant when they have a moment of leisure; their hearts become pure when they have a moment of leisure. The white clouds and autumn water are idle, the egrets, sand gulls are idle, the fisherman is idle, and the people reading in the bookstore are idle. Leisure is a kind of fun. The ancients called it leisure fun.

The rice is golden, the trees are green, and the rich green is mixed with some yellow colors, giving this autumn a gorgeous color and a light or strong autumn flavor. I like this smell, mature, calm, quiet and profound. "I was in a state of drunkenness and dreaming all day long. Suddenly I heard that spring was coming and I was strong enough to climb a mountain. Because I met a monk talking to him while passing through the bamboo courtyard, I had half a day's leisure in my life." There are thirty-six thousand days in a human life, which is less than half a day's leisure for a monk. Leisure is a state of mind. This has the intention Only those who have no worries understand the profound meaning. When the heart is as free as grass and trees, as free as clouds and water, people will have a trace of fairy spirit, transcend the world, and bloom into a lotus in the world.

When you are free, you can see the mountains as mountains and the water as water, and restore the true nature of things. The highest state of life is to always maintain an innocent heart, have a pair of children's eyes, and truly care about everything. Fireworks in the world, in the eyes of innocence, also have a different scenery. People coming and going are like the clear dream of a lotus flower, which immediately has the beauty of reality and reality.

Early autumn is indifferent. It washes away the heat of summer. It is neither warm nor severe, unhurried or slow, and comes and goes calmly. Autumn is pure and colorful, whether it is thick and colorful, or whether it is washed away, it is neither sad nor happy. I like this autumn, mature and steady, with gorgeous words but not frivolousness, heavy makeup but not tacky, elegance in every flower and grass, thick and light ink. Autumn is suitable for drinking. The old year's osmanthus wine is mellow but not strong. Pour a glass and savor it carefully. It has a bold and elegant flavor. Autumn is also suitable for tea tasting. Make a pot of good Longjing tea, which has a rich aroma. Sip slowly and drink out the mellow fragrance in a plain and simple way.

Autumn thoughts are lingering, autumn feelings are lingering, the sky is blue, the leaves are yellow on the ground; the breeze is horizontal and the drizzle is slanting. At this time, it is the most appropriate time to miss lovesickness.

Autumn is full of vicissitudes, with autumn flowers, autumn rain and autumn wind. Life is always perfect in imperfections and grows up in wind and rain.

Autumn is charming, and only mature hearts can understand her charm. Just like women after thirty, only mature men can taste it.

Autumn is perfect, full of fruits but not ostentatious; colorful but not exaggerated. Everything is so calm, quiet, elegant and indifferent, just like the female body in Leonardo da Vinci's paintings. Although naked, there is a sublimity that transcends color and a holy brushwork. A weed, a dandelion, ordinary and simple, still has its own charm, swaying in the rain, flying in the wind, still, completing its own life. Life is a beauty, and time is a flower blooming. As long as you have an ordinary heart, you will be beautiful when you should be beautiful, and be happy when you are happy. If you are overly beautiful and overjoyed, you will have no regrets in this life.

Life is just half and half, half windy and rainy, half sunny; half bright, half sad; half flowers bloom, half flowers fall. Only an indifferent heart can bear the myriad joys and sorrows in the world. Quietly drink a flower until it blooms; leisurely drink a cup of tea until it is tasteless. It is also a state.

A person is elegant when he is pure. The heart is indifferent and simple. Plain and simple, the heart is as free as white clouds; simple, every flower and grass makes up the world. Sow a lotus seed in your heart, just waiting for the lotus to bloom quietly. Fireworks in this world also have their true taste. Without attachment or entanglement, you can drink a pot of bitter tea and get the taste of water. One autumn rain, one cold, several autumn rains, autumn is getting deeper. Autumn in the south of the Yangtze River is hazy. There is always a faint cloud of smoke between the mountains and rivers. It looks like smoke but not smoke, like mist but not mist. It is such a passionate autumn! The breeze outside the window, the floating clouds inside the window, and the chirping of cicadas, telling the whispers of love. . What I love most is the autumn moon, hanging slanting on the treetops, exaggerating the haziness and ambiguity of "the willow trees above the moon, meeting people after dusk".

The moon enters the cold pool and reflects the shadow of the lotus. Autumn water, Brahma sky, silence and ethereal. The stars are dotted, bringing the heart into the distance, deep in the soul, ancient pines and green cypresses, deep in the Zen courtyard, and wooden fish chanting. Li Na's sacred chant of Amitabha is like the sound of nature, bringing a moment of tranquility to the restless mind. Where in life is not Zen? Every flower, every grass, every wind and rain, every sand and stone, they are all Zen, and they are all the wonderful truth of prajna. Who can understand the Prajna in the flower? Who can understand the Tathagata in the leaf? I love both the fireworks of the world and the Sanskrit sounds of the world, so I take them half fireworks, half Bodhi, half love, and half compassion, quietly facing the wind and moon outside the window.

My mood is like the wind, and the world is like a flower. The wind sways the flowers, but the heart is calm and the flowers are quiet. With a sound of wind and a whisper of flowers, open the poetry paper of the years, read the beautiful lines of poetry, watch the passing years of peace and tranquility, and feel the fragrance of your eyebrows.

Watching the simple words blossoming into small, pure flowers, watching the bright moon and clear breeze in a glass of clean water, my heart is filled with a touch of joy. The mind is calm and the nature is leisurely, at ease among the water and clouds. Love someone so plainly and simply that you only have a cup of tea and a bowl of fried rice with eggs, but you still love them deeply. This is true love. Love is a greeting when you are lonely, a cup of tea when you are thirsty, a piece of clothing in winter, a fan in summer, a wisp of smoke when you return home at night, a light in the middle of the night, and a hand when you are working. Towel, I hold a small umbrella under the window when it’s windy and rainy, and I read a book of poems. Love can know your thoughts without saying a word. Love is a deep feeling when you look at each other with a clear heart, smile silently, and cry silently. Love is the person who gives you the hope of life in times of disaster, waits silently for you throughout your life, pushes your wheelchair for you when you are seriously ill, feeds you, and scrubs your body.

A cup of tea, a cup of wine, drinking each other; a scroll of scriptures, a scroll of books, tasting; a deep affection, a thought, a lifetime of longing, a life together, holding the hand of the son, and carrying the son with him old. ***Listen to the breeze, ***View the flowers blooming, ordinary days, from youth to gray hair; from the faint morning dew to the setting sun; from the dancing butterflies to the flowers, to the faded red of the flowers. Ordinary years flow with the most affectionate romance in the world. Use words to record each other's heartbeats, record the heartbeat when the flowers bloom, record the lingering feeling when the leaves fall. When you are old, take it out and read it quietly, let the memories warm the old years, the warm and broken days, and let the old people grow old. Moss's heart is filled with joy among the flowers and under the moon.

Most people’s love is just a mixture of love and desire. The worldly fireworks have dulled love. Everyone was choked by the fireworks and couldn't breathe, and they were tortured by desire and couldn't sleep peacefully. At this time, it is better to read a book of scriptures, listen to a Buddhist song, let your mind calm down, and listen to its voice. The direction of the heart is our direction. Have nothing to do, listen to music, take a walk, climb mountains. Throw yourself into nature, among mountains and rivers, watch flowers bloom, listen to birds singing, chase clouds, and chase the moon. All the things in the world are left behind in a blink of an eye, and there is nothing in my heart. In this life, I just want to be an idle person, stay in the mountains and rivers, and be one with nature. I can no longer tell which is you and which is me.

You can listen to scriptures in a monk's house, you can live in seclusion in Nanshan, build a small building with a close lover, close to mountains and rivers, raise some cats and dogs, plant some vegetables and flowers, cling to watch the wind, listen to Rain, when the heart and white clouds are at ease, is also a great joy in life.

The wind is gentle; the rain is flying. Pick a branch of violet with rain, put it into a pure vase, and offer it to a simple heart. Clear is the background color of life. My background color is a bit cold, like the tone of autumn, cold and mixed with thousands of colors. Violet petals are small and delicate, like a quiet heart, with a touch of elegance and a touch of nobility. Every morning, I make a cup of tea, sit quietly in front of the window, gently turn on the computer, and browse the three thousand worlds. In fact, everyone is a world. Walk in quietly, come silently, and go silently, without being surprised or disturbed.

I like to wander in the words, read the hearts full of spiritual energy, read their flower-like ravings, and there will be a dense fragrance between my lips and teeth. Words are spiritual, and she only loves spiritual souls. Hot as fire, cool as the moon, elegant as blue and white porcelain, idle as clouds, romantic as wind, some gorgeous, some thin, different characters, different charms. Smell the fragrance and get to know women through words, which is one of the great pleasures in life.

Wandering quietly in the world of words, talking to every soul you love, the wind and rain outside the window are swaying, but the screen is as warm as spring. I really like this kind of situation, it seems like a dream, specious, the virtual world, but it has the most real heartbeat. Drink tea, write down words, write your own thoughts, express your mood, and have a real conversation with your true self. No hypocrisy, no pretense, no sensationalism, I am who I am, the true person I am. The greatest happiness in life is to be your truest self. Don’t cover it up, don’t hide it, don’t whitewash it. Simple, quiet and natural. At this moment, the heart talks to the heart, taking off all the masks and wiping off all the makeup. If you don't like it, ignore it; if you like it in your heart, wait quietly and pay attention to it silently. After hanging around for a long time, there are also three or five friends who often communicate with each other, acting out an online romance, and caring for each other. At this moment, those things that can't be let go are no longer so important. Often, there is nothing in life that cannot be let go, only a heart that cannot let go. Once you let go, every flower and every grass becomes the world, and every sand and stone becomes a pure land. If you can't let it go, even a tiny speck of dust can cover your soul and eyes. Sitting quietly in the shabby room, looking out the window, there is a curtain of mist and rain. The fields are silent in the autumn rain and misty, giving them a hazy beauty. The distant mountains are covered in smoke and green, the autumn water is the same color as the sky, the bamboo shadows are swaying, the tree shadows are whirling, and in the fields, a layer of mist and a layer of light smoke rise.

Nature is the most ethereal picture, which can purify the dusty soul. Open the windows, invite the sunshine in, invite the bright moon in, and invite the white clouds and breeze in. As is the case with the house, so is the soul. No matter what, we must leave a window for the soul, let nature come in, and integrate with nature, so that our hearts will be full of vitality. Only then, when he raised his eyes, his eyes were filled with lush greenery.

Life is a journey. Every time you pass by, you will see scenery. There is a paradise in your heart. Every scene, every thing, every flower, every grass, every cloud and every water is the poetry planted in the countryside. The apricot blossoms, the spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the westerly wind on the ancient road; the solitary smoke in the desert, the sunset over the long river; having a drink in the autumn night and sniffing the sweet-scented osmanthus are all the most beautiful scenery in my heart.

The flowers in spring, the rain in summer, the moon in autumn, and the snow in winter are all not worth remembering; the embrace of the lover, the tears of the lover, the endless poems and the romantic past, are all not worth indulging in? The book has its own content. Gold house. There is the heroism of "hanging sails directly across the sea", the ambition of "worrying about the world's worries first, and rejoicing after the world's happiness", and the deep feeling of "If I don't go to hell, who will!" Great wishes.

Writing expresses feelings, writing expresses aspirations, and writing expresses the truth. I think the functions of writing are only these three. Those who don’t understand don’t need to understand; every text contains its own ambition. Birds have the joy of birds, and fish have the joy of fish. “If you are not a fish, how can you know the joy of fish?” It is the bird that does not know the joy of fish. , It is the joy of fish that does not know that of birds. When we meet on a narrow road, we smile, and the water in the river does not interfere with the water in the well. The Tao is ordinary, and it is in every drop of water, every grain of sand, every grain of sand. A flower, every leaf, all are the same, there is no difference, no need to denigrate each other.

I love the enthusiasm of summer flowers, and I also like the enthusiasm of autumn leaves. Quiet and beautiful; I love the splendor of spring, and the emptiness and vastness of winter snow. Only the ups and downs of the ordinary years can have a sonorous rhythm when I have nothing to do, and just meditate in the green mountains and green waters. Among the rocks and white clouds, the heart is connected with nature, and the mind is like the mountains and rivers thousands of miles away. There are magnificent clouds and clouds, the sunrise on the sea is majestic, and the breeze is powerful, and you gradually reach the point of selflessness. There will be no body and mind, the wind and smoke will be calm, and you will reach the Zen state of "there is nothing in the first place, where is the dust", the law has no self, the person has no self, time and space disappear, there is nothing...

Read mountains, water, and people; taste tea, taste the wind, taste the moon. A simple heart, simple things, simple people, simple feelings, simple days, and a simple and beautiful joy. Not thick, not light, not deep, not shallow, just enough.

The path is far-reaching, slanting into the depths of the cold mountain. The autumn colors are gentle, the small building is empty, and the courtyard is deep, so quiet. Yes, I am still in this clear autumn. The passing years are like water, always passing by inadvertently. In the meantime, I forget my way back and forget myself.

Classic short prose about love for a young man, twenty years. Are You Well After?

AWhen he was a child, he was innocent and had excellent grades, but he was silently in love with a girl with the same name as himself. He naively thought that he was the most capable person in the world. The girl is a happy man.

They are childhood classmates, but their hearts are far apart. They have never held hands, never given a bright red rose, and have not expressed affectionately. I still don’t know if the girl likes him. For boys, this kind of story may never have an ending, but it represents the shyness and innocence of an era.

B "I'll grab a seat for you in extra class next time!" the girl said to the boy. >

I don’t quite remember what I wrote on the note flying around in the cram school. The boy fell in love with a female classmate who was 3 centimeters taller than him. She was tall, beautiful, and had a very good temperament. There were so many talented women. But the boy fell in love, his grades plummeted, and he wrote a large box of love letters, but they were sealed in his memory forever.

The choice made in the rebellious period will inevitably lead to the misunderstanding of love. And many years later, looking back again, the injury was not that painful. I just remember that cold rainy season, the biting cold wind like a knife raging in my ears. Love always requires enduring mental and physical pain before reluctantly choosing to give up.

Girl C ran to the place they just passed by because the boy left the snacks he just bought somewhere. "Silly boy, just buy another one later!" "You like that snack, why don't you bring it back!" The girl ran and panted.

In her most beautiful years, they fell in love. That year he graduated from college and she was a freshman in high school. At an irrational age, I was faced with the heavy word "love". No one thought too much about it after that, but what they had to face eventually came as expected. The story ends in a farce like a storm. It was only half a year, but it carried a lifetime of memories and regrets.

Time brings a kind angel to the boy. "I am a happy fat man." The girl jumped and jumped, very happy. The most important thing is that girls are very considerate and always think about boys. The boy thought to himself that he was not young anymore. With such a girl by his side, although it was not perfect, a happy marriage was not far away.

However, as time passed, various differences gradually emerged. In order to lose weight, a girl no longer becomes innocent and lively, but her purpose is actually for the boy, so that the boy does not have to pay attention to the gossip outside, so that she can be proud to be with the boy. Her low self-esteem and the boy's self-esteem led to the ending that everyone expected.

E "Look, the clouds outside are so beautiful!" The girl held her mobile phone and recorded the sunshine and clouds after the shower through the car window. The sun shone on the girl's face, the car was speeding, and time froze at that moment.

The boy and the girl met for the first time at Jiaogang Lake. The girl's dignified manner and revealing temperament attract the boy. It's a pity that the girl is already married. The boy only regarded her as his sister, colleague, or best friend.

There was a time when their spatial intimacy was at its highest. The boy said everything to the girl. Although he didn't own her, he admired her from a distance and it was a rare beauty.

But the ending of the confession is not as beautiful as imagined. Facts have proved that some things may not pay off even if you work hard. But if you do something and regret it, it is still better than not having the courage to take that step, at least you will die in peace.

In the twenty years from ignorance to still ignorance, we have fallen in love immaturely. I don’t remember how many times we fell in love, and I don’t remember who hurt whom more. It’s just that we both healed from the pain. Grow through pain and become stronger.

I don’t want to clarify how much I care about feelings. Maybe it feels good to be regarded as a heartless bum by others. I only hope that those who have loved and those who have not loved can enjoy a happy life. No man or woman is worth your tears, and the one who is, won't make you cry. The sentences on the letter carrying first love are profound and thought-provoking.

I am thirty years old. At my age, it seems that I should not be too anxious about marriage. There are still four years left, before the future bride comes, if you can, forget all those old relationships one by one. The sunshine you originally enjoy should not be blocked by haze. Put aside the love between your children for the time being, be a sunny man, and work hard to build a career. What should be mine will be mine.