Awaken the sleeping soul prose composition

1. I suddenly found this phenomenon. In fact, people who say they are lonely are not lonely. People who say they are helpless are actually not helpless. People who say they are in pain are even less painful. Maybe they will always be elated and smile at the pain of others. Pretending to be miserable on the surface. Put a shabby coat on your appearance to gain sympathy and pity from others. A truly helpless, lonely and miserable person will never show these innermost things on his face, because he knows that if he shows them to his relatives and friends, they will feel deep pain and anxiety for him. In that case, people who are in pain will feel more pain, and even have the idea of paying for their pain with death. If, who will have this idea, then this person is really poor, this is really the sorrow of life! We should give more sympathy and sorrow to such people. However, I believe that no matter how much sympathy and sorrow we give such people, they will not want it. Because they are really strong, they will dominate the world!

These people are hypocritical, obscene, despicable, shameful and immoral. Such people are not worthy of sympathy. If someone in the world sympathizes with or pities such a person, then this person is also a hypocritical person, a despicable person and an immoral person. This kind of person is helping others to abuse, is a moral destroyer, is an immoral accomplice, and even a public enemy of all members of society. This kind of person is more hateful than a person who pretends to be poor and should be spurned by all members of society.

Mr. Lu Xun once said such a famous saying: "The poor must have something hateful." Now I suddenly realize what a reasonable and wise sentence this is! He undoubtedly tore open the veil of those hypocrites, deeply stung the dirty hearts, and made their inner darkness get the whipping it deserved.

Here, I want to appeal, no! I want to shout, all good people in the world, don't waste your precious, sympathetic eyes and caring words on those hypocritical people, because they don't deserve it! Never let your pure and kind heart be deceived by hypocrisy and belittled by meanness. If you have been cheated, or will be cheated, please wake up after listening to my heartfelt words and pull back from the brink! This is not alarmism, let alone cursing everyone or someone.

But then again, after all, there are more truth, goodness and beauty in this world and less falsehood, ugliness and ugliness. However, we still cannot take it lightly. We should always be vigilant and expose it, and criticize those dirty things and dirty hearts. Because they may erode our spirit and soul at any time. Only by eliminating all this can a kind heart get the peace and happiness it deserves.

Although, I know this is an endless war without smoke. Perhaps, in this war, countless soldiers will die heroically to defend morality. However, I believe that as long as there is a righteous heart beating in this world and a drop of blood flowing in this world, then this war is far from over. That just heart will definitely pick up the weapon in its hand, fight hypocrisy, meanness and shame with its whole life, and make a final decisive battle with all dark, dirty, decadent and evil thoughts and souls, spare no effort to expel all the dust and bacteria in these bright thoughts from human body and mind, and let these evil and hateful parasites go to hell!

Give light to the world, freedom to mankind and peace to the soul!

2. When the smoke slowly rises and rotates from the center of the lake, the dense water vapor dances in the enviable white fluffy skirt surrounded by the lake.

Dance melodiously, gently, gently.

It looks up slightly, oh! In the bright moonlight, the beautiful moon fairy is dancing! She must be wearing a beautiful long skirt. The skirt swung slightly around the moon.

So quiet, the Woods by the lake lean on their heads and sleep quietly in the palm of the moonlight …

Dancing and spinning, through the sweet sleeping forest, the bright moonlight gently brushed the soft cheeks of the grass and kissed the petite feet of the flowers.

The sky is as clear as the sea, with a little floating clouds, as if someone had washed chalk in the pen wash, and the moon poured out cold light waves, like a freshly polished iron mirror.

A crescent moon, like a white pear, quietly opens in the light blue sky.

A beautiful song, quietly blowing away in the wind. A few pieces of residual red, fell on the gravel and buried footprints, extending to the boundless world.

The moon is veiled and looks less bright, and the rushing wind in the distance bulges its pockets.

So there are several red and black clouds floating in the sky. I don't know if the clouds covered the moon, which was supposed to look forward to the light, or if the moon was tired after dancing all night, and gradually began to fade away, emitting a yellow halo and the sky began to turn slightly red. The moon continued through the lotus-like clouds and sank into the water.

Seems to have quietly fallen asleep in the arms of clouds.

water channel ...

In the sky, it seems that there are a few faint blushes looming in the distance, just like blushing cheeks.

The moon has already shed its bright new clothes, and its face is hanging in the air, leaving only a vague outline, accompanied by a few wisps of misty smoke.

The sky, began to shine. The red light rising in the distance shines on the earth, Woods, grasslands and flowers ... everything becomes active again. They don't know the world when they sleep.

only ...

Only the bright moon, when the first crow broke the silence, began to sleep.

Only the moon, sleeping before dawn ...

There is no snow this winter, and the sunshine is good at noon these days. I often walk alone on the winding mountain road, sit in the bare apricot forest for a while, sit on a stone and wander aimlessly.

The cold wind passed by my ear, reminding me that it was winter. Occasionally there are a few clouds in the sky, gathering and scattering. It's quiet all around, bleak and withered everywhere, dry wild Artemisia and white grass scattered all over the floor, gray leaves lying lifeless at my feet, and crows croaking occasionally, adding a little sign of life to the endless lifeless wilderness. Even sparrows are rare in the sky. Last year, people scattered a lot of wheat grains sprinkled with rat poison under the tree. I don't know how many mice were killed, and by the way, many birds were killed. I don't understand why there is always a chain reaction in biology. Eating vegetables every day, we don't know whether we are eating rat poison, how bad merchants poison our stomachs, what to add to keep fresh, and what to spray to prevent insects from eating vegetables. We don't know what is safe and how to protect ourselves. We can't all go to the mountains to open up wasteland by ourselves, like Tao Yuanming, and have plenty of food and clothing alone. Moreover, there is no such condition.

In winter, apricot trees are bare, and colorful decorations fall to the ground. It no longer has the green garden in spring, pink apricot bees fly around, and children play; Summer is no longer alive, golden apricots are covered with branches, and there are laughter under the trees; There are no more yellow leaves and red leaves in autumn, attracting people's attention and people who take pictures are in an endless stream. But now, the whole mountain is empty, almost no one, and the lifeless Xinglin is desolate, lonely and desolate.

Can you accept a faded apricot tree? Can you accept a person whose life is real? These apricot trees are mottled, bare and even ugly, with some terrible scars. Just like a peacock stripped of its colorful wings, everything is bright and beautiful, and all its shortcomings and mistakes are exposed. Just like a poor man deprived of honor, status and money, the person you once loved, the person who once decorated luxuriously and enveloped the aura, is now in front of you. No decoration, very shocking. You see selfishness, jealousy, cowardice and pain, and all the negatives you never want to see, and these are really an inseparable part of this life in this person. Can you abandon all illusions, be unrealistic, face up to these imperfections, and touch these scars, sighs and unconditional love with your gentle hands? What do you love about this person, the dazzling in the sun, the true state of life, the sum of all interests, or just to satisfy your vanity? Have you ever seen a real tree? Do you love a person who is nothing? Even a mutilated and devastated person, a morbid person without health.

In order to save their lives, trees spend the winter naked behind colorful scenes, which may hurt the eyes of beauty lovers, but it is necessary for them to maintain their own lives. People, for the so-called honor, career and dignity, strive hard every day. When winter comes one day, you will find that the bright feathers you are pursuing will also fall all over the floor. Valuable and immortal things can't hide your true colors after all, and you will still take off your decorations and labels and lie naked at night. In your winter, you have nothing, only your naked and ugly body, only yourself, and spend the withered winter alone. And those spectators who have visited, appreciated and praised may simply not accept an apricot tree without scenery and the cruel truth behind a perfection, and then they will be scattered. All the leaves fell to the ground, and you heard a heartfelt sigh. Apricot trees in winter are unusually quiet. People live all their lives, and plants grow in autumn. What kind of transformation will this life experience? The world of mortals is rolling, love and hate, prosperity is gone, and it returns to plain nature. Actually, you have leaves. It was just a gust of wind, which completely lost your glory and made you unrecognizable. You talk to yourself, comfort yourself, and give birth to a sense of security and love. Although no one likes a tree that has lost all its leaves, you have a deep mission, and you still have to live on.

Apricot groves in winter, apricot groves in life, unadorned beauty. If you understand the true meaning of life, please don't refuse an apricot tree without leaves.

Sighing that the world of mortals is exhausted, people go to the incense without leaving it.

I'll show you all the idle flowers tonight, and the beautiful women are independent. Want to spread with her hand in hand, laugh at the world of mortals, or someone laughs, or someone praises, or someone ignores it. ...

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That beautiful and charming face entered the teenager's mind like a dream, and blossomed in the teenager's mind ... I thought there would be no cold spring, so I could walk in the ocean of spring and enjoy the wine air brewed by spring flowers.

Flower injury

Walking slowly through this injured path, I looked up, like a butterfly, with the charm of a Banqiao, and staggered on the slate, and then my wings were abruptly broken, and I collapsed on the cold slate, unable to move any more, and even my tears ran dry.

Looking up at the noble sky, I can't help sighing. In which golden cage, a beautiful woman holding a flower hoe and carrying a half-rolled brocade bag secretly shed tears for this beautiful girl who can't hang her head?

The prosperity is exhausted, leaving only the loneliness of one place. Looking back suddenly, we suddenly find that our youth is just a flower that lags behind the lonely years.

I heard the sound of petals falling, one by one, so soft, but like ice, it hit my heart, so cold and so painful. ...

Thought of here, my heart is dim. Reach out and pick a piece of fallen petal, twist it gently in your hand, and it becomes a piece, scattered in the air, quietly floating away, leaving only a wisp of fragrance. ...

Love should start when it is still called love. When you still love her and she can still love you, talk. So when you regret it, you can't go back.

Flowing at your fingertips,

It turned out to be a fleeting time drifting with the wind.

dream

I have read too much about emotions from some ancient and modern poems, and I feel that this is no longer just a dream, floating in my heart and on the road to finding love.

My heart is filled with the autumn coolness of disappointment. Walking in the noisy speaker of the tour guide, my eyes have been looking for that wandering dream, a legend about me. I firmly believe that there will be a woman waiting for me by the lake, flying clothes and long hair, as if it were a promise made a thousand years ago.

That day, a person, walking on the lake full of love, walking all the way on the Su Causeway, just like looking for a dream, and walking in the dream, I couldn't help thinking of a dream. It was a girl thousands of miles away, and like me, she was still struggling with words and suffering from chicken soup in her heart in the noise of the world of mortals.

The dream is like the fragrance of flowers after the rain in the late spring morning, and the elegant smile that I haven't seen for a long time is reflected in my hazy eyes. When I opened my eyes slightly, a crescent moon quietly hid in the clouds. Slightly moved by a little relief, I closed my eyes again and fell asleep as soon as I turned around. Outside the window, the mysterious and vigorous ancient clock came from a distant direction, and everything returned to the original sky before all memories.

The cool breeze blows gently, and my thoughts are like water waves. I am full of dreams, in order to make them more real. Everyone is enjoying life, but that dream is getting hungrier and hungrier, but farther and farther away!

After getting up, I opened the window and looked up at the noble and clear sky. I can't help sighing. I can't tell you the year and month of birth and death. I just want to hold hands with my son and grow old with him.

Tevas?

Youth is a season when flowers bloom. Although it is red, once it fades, it will never come back. The seal we printed on the flowers will also disappear. Xu, that lush years, that hurried footsteps, that clear smile suddenly became forever.

Whose sadness, write down thousands of lines, lonely moon petals, hanging obliquely in the sky, dreams floating into the distance, flowers falling silently, your face shaking in front of your eyes. Thoughts are flowing, people outside the window are wandering, years are engraved on the wall, and faces are gradually forgotten. Drinking a glass of wine warms my intestines when it's cold, which makes me drunk and tears wet my skirt. Play a song, think about it carefully, people will tell the truth about the yard, the flowers will not smell good, they will miss last night and worry about burial. The night wind is cool, scratching your face, your eyebrows are sad, and only memories are left in love. Close the pages and forget each other!

A bunch of red flowers are blooming outside the window, swaying in the wind and falling beautifully. You must miss me very much, because you once said that your endless thoughts filled your heart, and a bunch of red flowers would fall lightly on my windowsill and dance with my white curtains in Na Yue.

Flowers bloom and flowers fall, flowers bloom and flowers fall, beautiful; Flowers fall, it is a heart injury; The fragrance of flowers is eternal.

Where are the flowers and people tonight? like

Parting for a long time, sadness is like a breeze, wrinkling a pool of spring water. Like a misty mist in the forest, it is not easy to disperse; It is also like a peach blossom that has been crushed all over the ground. If love is missing, what remains is sadness, which is the soul of love and eternal complex. In sadness, the heart is lonely and sad; Also in sadness, the heart is soft and eternal.

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"Xicheng Yangliu is soft in spring, moving away from sorrow, and tears are hard to collect." A willow tree fluttering in the wind is a bunch of girls' hair. No matter how much it hates, it will never be able to tie Lanzhou. In the end, the ultimate enemy will not ignore the clear autumn festival. Is it a lonely boat taken away by the passing waves in the east? It is clearly the spring scenery you don't go to, the weeping willow on the shore of youth yesterday. When the years come to an end, I want to find a beautiful dream, but it is difficult to realize. Only the sigh of the past and the bright future are the reasons for stopping.

"Affectionate is just a spring festival, or a matter of leaving people." Who said that the cold moonlight buried only flower souls and bird souls? Under the cool moon, how many times do people beat their clothes and lean against the bar? Half a roll of Hunan curtain, without sewing or twisting the residual core, only watched the silent moonlight pass through the shadow of bamboo tears, mottled and refuted, and sprinkled all the wounds on the ground. The moon is as bright as water as ever, but it is a pity that the beautiful moon reflects the countless nights I woke up in the West Building.

I don't know if this is a dream or a reality, but my delicate heart fell in love with that sad night inexplicably. Perhaps, moonlight is like a missed piano. When the moonlight falls, I seem to hear the faint piano music of resentment, like a gurgling spring, which is endless. Stretch out a cool hand, holding a ray of moonlight in the palm, and cool it all over the body. A kind of acacia, two carefree sorrows, now tears slowly overflow from the corner of my eyes and wet the ground.

"Free flying flowers are as light as dreams, and endless silk rain is as fine as sorrow." Sigh, flowers hang like tears; A curtain of west wind, flowers fall like snow. Flowers scattered on the ground, like unfinished worries, add a sadness and desolation when they fall. Dewdrops on petals, like tears left on pink smiles, make people feel tragic and peaceful! Have you ever regretted when the petals fall to the ground and turn into spring mud? Will there be hatred? I believe that everything has an end, but sometimes fate will come and go, but I would rather choose this nostalgia until I see the scenery.

I watched the flowers bloom and fall year after year, and experienced joys and sorrows again and again, thinking that I could take parting lightly, stop crying and being sad. However, I forgot that love has always been my achilles heel. No matter in the past or in the future, I can't escape the cause and effect of fate, just as flowers can't escape the cycle of seasons. Everything is destined to be watered by sorrow, accompanied by bitterness.

How fast does the autumn wind and rain come? Where is the autumn window that doesn't rain? Missing is like rain, and sorrow is like wind. If it is not a stormy night, how can it make me feel sad? The night is boundless, the drizzle is continuous, the sadness is lingering, and the feelings are lingering. Wandering in the rainy sky, to feel the deep feeling of complaining about the rain. A curtain of wind and rain, full of sadness, let the loneliness of memories dye the inner sadness. Unsolved complex, endless love and hate, endless hatred, let the heart desolate in this deep silence.

Old dreams are hard to find, and old things are hard to remember. Once upon a time, I sang and danced with you for a long time, and I was deeply in love with you for a long time, vowing that Jordan would pay for it all his life. Now, memories return to dust and fate dies. The past has passed, in retrospect, it has become a stranger, leaving only countless acacia ashes.

Time seems to have stood still. Where are the flying flowers? Obviously it is parting! That's sorrow, which is Mao Mao rain? Don't cry when you leave people!

Flowers on the stranger, cold smoke and green, mountains reflecting the sunset. Flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the rain is as thin as sorrow.

5. The flowers are unfamiliar, the grass is smoky, the fish scales are wrinkled, and the water becomes a pattern.

Red beans in Jiangnan are bitter, and flowers bloom every year to remember you.

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Like the lightness of the wind, the wings of dust are removed to complete a strange fate, and the roses in the suburbs of Beijing are blooming brightly.

Facing the end of the season.

The faint fragrance attracted the singing of butterflies, butterflies, phoenixes and birds.

I want to hold the silk ear for a season, and when you come back, I will fold the flowers, which makes Byakki Smoker laugh.

In the leisure time of dusk, the green is quiet and shallow, hiding the figure. I can't see the horizon as far as I can see, but I can't shine on the empty silence of the long night, waving my sleeves and strolling lightly, and I am confused.

I miss my husband's return, and I feel blue in the yellow candlelight. Like a dream, it is sad, and the Iraqis in the shadow sigh.

Holding pen and ink, stained with faint ripples, tears are endless, stop and stop, why complain that the words are shallow and it is difficult to outline the feelings.

Big sleep is full of roses, and lovers hold hands and look at each other.

Whose dog is barking next door, and the pillow is half cold.

Looking at the moon by the window, the eyes are fixed, the stars and the moon are bleak and bright, the sunrise and sunset are noisy, and the opening of acacia is over.

The next day, sitting beside a strange rose, watching the seasons alternate, I asked the pedestrians about the changes in the world and their adventures.

In fact,

All the answers are nothing,

I just want to know your news, your news.

6. When we pass by briefly, who will remember who?

The sunshine is still dazzling and the memories are still clear.

Flowers bloom into the sea, and time flies.

Looking back with a touch of feeling, I am worried about those old friends who have already disappeared into the sea of people. Maybe it's just my own sensitivity and wry smile. Just a wandering millet, an obsession without origin, a solitary belief. No one will trust anyone again. Until life is exhausted, love will end here, and the sun will hurt a person's eyes abnormally. Then who forgot himself and your beauty in that unforgettable time? How many warm and pale your memory, how many faces subvert the mottled traces you left behind, the flowers on the other side are beautiful, and the sea of flowers is full of our eyes. Only such prosperity, whether it is lonely time or sad memories.

Memories of warm and pale fleeting time. Who subverted the smiling face of life?

The sunshine is still like yesterday, but it is more desolate and helpless. Those hidden coolness render the brutality of the whole sky. Brilliant years were buried in yesterday, the yesterday that was still flying. When I was naive as a child, it seemed to be a light-year away, a little ups and downs. Those who have experienced many eventful years, those sorrows, and those guilty feelings that are remembered in their hearts will never be shattered. The past is already pale. Those arrogant cool thin sang alone, left it in their bones and refused to die. Those fake smiles froze on his face. I will still have a bright smile, as beautiful as a smile. Although I am dyed red and delicate in all directions, I will not be as beautiful as before. I will stare at it indifferently, say nothing and let it happen. Honey said that's how I see it, that's how I see it. It's just that something in my heart will change irresistibly, maybe I will be old all my life, but I will still laugh like yesterday.

I still have nothing, and I am deeply concerned about you. Remember to be good.

I used to think I had a lot of things and lived proudly, but I didn't know when I started to find myself nothing. After all, my taste is faint, and I began to alienate and become quiet. Sometimes I'm so quiet that I feel terrible. I have seen too many changes in temperature and things, and I thought I would be so happy. Then until the end of the world, maybe I'm a little headstrong. God finally took it back and doomed me to be homeless. It is destined to make me feel warm and cold. Maybe those unformed things contain me, but when I understand it, it is too late to keep it, so those things that can't be extinguished begin to become the shackles of my life. I went into the theater, composing my own music and performing alone. Although it is so vivid and sad, I am only deceiving myself. I have always wanted to catch something, even those self-righteous pride and sadness, but in the end it was just a cocoon, and my sadness continued. Those things called warmth, if they exist all the time, will exist forever, but some things are hard to see after all.

Missing has turned into pain. Can you understand the desolation of not seeing your loved ones when flowers bloom?

It's called Datura, or it may still be called Manzhu Shahua. It's been too long, and I forget the name, but I remember that it has no leaves, no leaves, staggered leaves and will never be seen. Can you understand that clusters of life dancing gently against the breeze are bleak, dancing with life, dancing to the end of life, leaving with a smile, but never seeing the concern of life, maybe it is it? The afterlife is still dancing and blooming, and the taste of all kinds of pain has long been numb. Is there anything called a curse when bright red blood is flowing? Is this really doomed? Still full of holes, how to walk slowly, how to face these unheard-of lives?

Maybe I'm just tired. I just want to be quiet.

I don't want to expect those willfulness to change, just want to be myself.

I don't expect who will be who, I just want this.

Before, I just wanted to be quiet, and then I wanted to stay away from those intrigues, silent sadness, and being at a loss, so I didn't want to take on things beyond my ability. It's okay to be so quiet.