Emotional prose

The night of 1 is quiet, as if I were still awake. So I sat quietly in front of the window, staring at the distance, listening to the tipsy wind singing softly, just like time is silent and the years are deep, and I lean on it.

The wind smiled.

Standing in the seasonal wind, there is no time to sigh. One morning, ginkgo biloba ...

It has fallen. So, I met intoxicating music and bid farewell to the gentle season with beautiful melody; However, those who once fell in the bottom of my heart were delivered together with the fallen leaves and gradually settled in the cycle of the wind. ...

Unconsciously, life has passed another spring and autumn, and it seems that … this is a word written in thick ink with time, which is dizzy bit by bit and full of the fragrance of fate.

I think that in life, we should walk with our dreams. Maybe we have too much uncertainty, joy or helplessness, or we should simplify all the way. Only at the end of the day, when we faded away from the noise and went boating on the lake of our hearts, we saw Qian Fan at a glance, and then I relaxed and enjoyed the years of commitment. ...

Perhaps, this is the flood of thoughts to the extreme, so I closed my eyes and was silent. ...

I don't know ... where the wind will blow tonight. I don't have time to explore Ye's heart. I just want to decorate this dreamless night with these short words. ...

It's foggy and everything is hidden. If I hadn't been in such a hurry, I would have been intoxicated in this white fog. The bridge is wrapped in a mysterious substance, forming a mysterious charm. I walked alone on the bridge, looked at both sides of the bridge and saw the looming lights in white.

When the fog cleared, it was almost noon, and the sunshine was as bleak as moonlight. Through the window of the classroom, it was scattered on the textbook I was writing. Attracted by it, I looked out the window. The sun shines on the big banyan tree with a history of 100 years in the school, leaving only a few dead leaves hanging on the rough trunk. A few days ago, there were many leaves, which became depressed after being tossed by a group of unknown birds, and the birds didn't know where to fly! Those leaves are swaying in the biting cold wind, feeling that they will fall with the wind in the next second, but they are still stubbornly sticking to the branches. Branches and vines start a whirling dance.

In my dream, bloom stayed all night. Red, pink and white bloom one by one. I sat in the middle of a flower and smiled. Flowing petals reflect colorful luster.

There is no Sanskrit, and there is no solemn Buddha. I am the one who picks flowers, and I am the one who smiles. At this time, I am me, my Buddha. The petals are printed with scriptures, which is also my past life. My karma, I meditate alone. It's empty and colored. The romantic wind planted in the world of mortals blooms into a peach blossom; The good deeds given on the earth have actually formed a snow lotus. The Buddha said compassion, and I am also compassionate. A ray of sunlight penetrates the darkness, but it can't shine into the bone marrow of a corpse after all. All I can do is plant a flower. Green light, yellow roll, and the sound of wooden fish. You should also remember how a lotus blooms in the dark. Laugh at bloom, the flowers fall. I was driving and I fell. Maybe it's time to forget the world and I should forget myself.

I am me, my Buddha.

When the wind blows, please embroider this Buddhist saying.

Emotional prose chooses 4 flowers Xie Huafei, unconsciously, late spring has arrived. Although I have bid farewell to the biting cold wind, the breeze still makes me shudder.

In the past, we once met. In the past, there was a time when we knew each other. In the past, we once forged a deep friendship. Although I vaguely remember knowing each other, I still vaguely remember knowing each other, but the day when I forged a deep friendship will never be forgotten. Remember that seemingly inevitable acquaintance, remember that perhaps accidental acquaintance, remember that perhaps impossible friendship. Because it is rare to become possible, it is more cherished. But maybe it's fear of losing, misunderstanding of feelings, nostalgia for the past, maybe … but I did it wrong anyway. I drove away the friendship and made it worse.

Now you may have resented me for a long time, now you may still miss the past, now you may … but I will keep this friendship, this hard-won friendship, no matter what.

So, looking back, we are confused, we hesitate, we have dreams, and we look forward to the future. Now I always like to miss the past, the acquaintance of the past, the acquaintance of the past and the profound friendship.

Unconsciously, the breeze warmed me and the flowers withered. I seem to have a slight taste of summer.

Time flies, another week has passed. I feel better, and I don't have so many thoughts, so my heart is naturally calm. I have written four reports these days and finally finished all the work at hand. I found that it is not bad to do the work by myself without assigning it to others, and it is very efficient. Doing more won't kill you. The most important thing is to relax and not think about those unpleasant things.

Whenever something goes wrong, I will think of you. I told you a lot on the phone the other day. You said you told me not to be so nice to people before. I said that dealing with people is determined by personality. I can't change my temper. Just be tolerant and normal. Otherwise, who can stand your smelly temper? After you heard this, Ahaha said with a smile, it's really hard for you to be with me.

Some people say that two people who love each other are not necessarily together. Some people say that you should find a lover who loves you and a lover who you love. Everyone will experience an unforgettable feeling in his life. Not telling doesn't mean forgetting. Don't say, doesn't mean don't miss, buried in the bottom of my heart is always the deepest emotion. I regard my feelings for you as a kind of yearning and a kind of sustenance. When you are tired, just think about it. Watch when you are tired.

I envy the teacher's holiday. What a long vacation. For us office workers, there is only one holiday a year. Today, I told Park that I also want to be a teacher. Hehe, I'm afraid it's going to be another life. However, we also have hope. In ten days, it will be the Spring Festival. Although I am not so enthusiastic about festivals, what attracts me most is the seven-day holiday. No need to work, less disputes, easy to reunite with family and enjoy the fun of life brought by family.

I like listening to the song Left Wing very much. Just wait a second, and stop here. I just found out that I'm used to this smell. Sweet thoughts and bitter complaints. But you don't know, in my heart, your shoulder is my strongest support. Dream of flying far away, you are my left wing. I can't feel your heartbeat. With me, I'd rather not fly ...

I'm running around in the world of mortals, and the years are ups and downs. So many past stories have been telling me two words: no regrets!

Today, when all the petals of the past are dying in the wind, they touch a scene of prosperity and glory. The clouds in the dream, in the gentle silence of tolerance at night, in the lingering and affectionate erhu sound, finally precipitated the original erratic heart; In the water-like night, in the meditation of "no regrets", the quiet and transparent heart finally realized those two words: no regrets!

I know, I'm just a breeze around you. Before you turn around, I will only dance my lonely posture and leave you far away. Before you turn around, I have slowly flowed away with the slightest tremor in your hair. I know that my unstoppable footsteps will one day turn your figure into a speck and scatter behind me forever.

I know, I am just a snowflake that once danced in your world, and my life is just a moment across your forehead. Slipping from your hair, I gently touched your rich and heavy door of wisdom, just like my fingers touched your life. The frost on your lips easily hides my figure. When my coolness gently touched your cheek, I had finished the moment I met you in my life.

I know, I am just a cloud in the blue sky. Sunlight penetrated my heart and pieced my figure together into a dreamy and gorgeous flower, which was projected on the bluestone in the stream. And you are just a little splash from the bluestone. You and I have been written on bluestone in previous lives, but this life you and I just met on this bluestone for a moment. I will drift away in the blue sky, and you will drift away in the stream. Your life and mine will drift away after this moment.

However, I am still grateful for this moment! Because at this moment, let me know that I am not just a lonely dust in this cold world, let me know that there will always be the same dust in a small corner and I will dance with the same eager attitude, let me know that even if I leave, I will meet with no regrets!

Time flows away slowly like water in the cup of life, but the rest is emptiness and fatigue. The figure of the wind never has a place to stay. There are fewer and fewer languages, maybe too much helplessness is like a stone, and I don't know how to express it. Tears rolled in my eyes when I called my mother. I can't say what I want to say, but the taste of home is as sweet as childhood candy. Gradually become a unique homesickness. This road is too difficult to walk. I feel like an ascetic. What can you choose in the face of faith?

Every time I come back with confidence, I am disappointed. I open my phone book, but I still don't know who I can talk to. Gradually become silent, maybe only you can know what you are thinking. Only words can solve all the pain of the outside world, and imagine that tomorrow's day can fly as happily as a balloon.

The cold weather, like reality, will not change because of individuals. When the body can't bear the charm of this soul, it often leaves people with regrets. Look at this passage, it's so sad. There is no light at all, only the future is like a lamp. Expectation is so beautiful.

Love is the truest in this environment, and expectation is like water in the river. Always can't see everything that belongs to it. Maybe I forgot to pay, maybe my eyes are getting hazy. My heart is like dew dripping on the soil deep in the field, and I can't find my original lightness anymore.

Youth is no longer an excuse for failure, every step is so important to life, and dreams burn like fire. I can't stop, maybe only life can decide. All this is like a flash in the pan, but who is the lucky audience? Maybe there will be some in the years to come, just as children always trust their mothers.

Prose can leave shining words, but it can't flow out of the heart. Maybe some feelings can't be expressed in words, and only those who walk in them can understand them. The taste of the world is only known to those who have joined the WTO, and those who are born are those whose hearts are in the world.

At that time, the sky was always so blue, and the days passed neither fast nor slow.

As graduation approaches, time becomes particularly precious, and it is obviously not just time, because there are still

A little disappointment obviously can't beat me, so it will be buried in my heart forever. Because one day, small seeds will send out small branches and buds, so the collection will gradually become beautiful and thick.

At that time, all the songs that floated around you were all sung by me and belonged to you. When I'm shy, I turn my head as soon as I turn around. It's a little sweet and interesting.

At that time, every day was a new beginning and every day became more valuable. The diary I wrote to you is still lying quietly in the drawer, waiting for the lovely hostess to love and read it. I'm really glad to know that you are doing well now. There is no fear and loneliness, because Cupid makes you happy and carefree. Day after day, we are growing. I know that one day we will all be happy. Because this is my wish and it will come true.

At that time, the beautiful woman became an old woman and I became a bad old man. Now, who will you think of when you feel lonely? No matter who it is, I hope you and he can be as happy as I hope. The impression of junior high school only embellished the growth of our friendship and gave us a palace-style black carpet. That's why we have time to fade away.

I wish you a better life than me, classmate.

The dark clouds in the sky have long been unable to restrain their feelings of being released and gradually look down. On cloudy days, there is always a sense of loss and sinking mood. I pretended to be indifferent and stood beside the podium, in full view, but my heart was in a panic. "What should I do if my homework is not well written? Teachers shouldn't say anything about me. It's my first time, yes, definitely not. " I comforted myself. I looked up as if I was confident. "Teacher, I didn't bring it." The teacher patted me on the shoulder, frowned and continued, "Did you really take the exam or didn't?" Tell the truth. "My muscles froze and didn't move. I whispered guiltily," I didn't do it.

A flash of lightning outside the window pierced the sky, accompanied by deafening thunder, raindrops fell on the window, pulling my heart harder. My sinking, panic and fear occupied my mind. When the teacher opened my blank exercise book, there was a loud bang and I hit it hard again.

At the same time, the bean-sized rain particles fell down the glass window, and the gray sky pressed on my heart, which made me tremble. All kinds of eyes swept at me, mocking. Dense raindrops crackled on the eaves, which made me more shy. On the sidelines, they all tried to dig a hole in me. My face is burning, as if someone had slapped me in the face. Standing next to the teacher with empty eyes.

Time seems to have stopped, and one minute passes. The teacher severely criticized me in front of me: "although the mistake you made this time is very bad, it is not necessarily a problem for you." It warns you of your learning attitude. From now on, you should take this as a warning and change the attitude of perfunctory homework for a long time. This is the way to make continuous progress in learning and face up to learning. If you can recognize the mistake and understand it, it will be a gorgeous rainbow!

Clouds, a more beautiful rainbow! Hearing this, I suddenly realized: yes, I can't escape. I shouldn't escape the mistakes I made. Instead of being ashamed of this mistake, it is better to go to class with your heart. At this time, the bell rang, listening to the scratching rain outside the window, I no longer felt harsh, because I believe that the rain will stop soon and the sunshine will be gone.

"Selected Essays on Mood" 10 I remember an essay saying: Growth is a process full of regrets, and it is destined to hide its essence. Thinking of my sales history in recent months, I struggled to find the right answer in confusion. Nobody told me how to become a real sales expert. Whenever I am depressed or happy, I like to update some mood dynamics in WeChat space. In the column of WeChat address book, there are family members, customers and friends. Sometimes I wonder if every update will affect other people's emotions.

Shouldn't and don't want to, is WeChat a private space? I don't know if it counts, just adjust my mood! How many people are free to express their passionate opinions in reality? It's all just a show. It is better to vent your emotions! In short, my WeChat space is either positive or negative, maybe this is my truth! Too many commercial things are not presented here. I regard every customer as a friend of mine, although customers are always customers and can't be friends. I'm still stupid in sales, I haven't done anything, I haven't learned how to track customers correctly, but I think I'm slowly changing.

The relatively comfortable life in the past inspired me to write ci during that time, and I swam happily in the ocean of literature. I used to accompany those literary friends who wrote essays on the Internet, laughing and sad together. ...

The first submission station was a mobile literary friend who encouraged me, guided me and improved my writing little by little. Later, I met Shangyu Wenyou. Later, both Yang Lin and Wei Menger said that people who write lyrics are kind in some ways because they are emotional and sincere. Perhaps, a word, or a song, can cause him or her to sing. Because only with love in your heart can you understand the true meaning of words. I have made many sincere friends since I engaged in this medical device sales industry, such as General Manager Deng and General Manager Yao of a medical device company in the north.

In July this year, I set foot on the northern city of Jilin alone. My first client is President Deng. His affinity brought me closer to him. In my impression, Mr. Deng is elegant and speaks calmly. He seems to be a scholar and one of my brothers. At that time, I had a pleasant lunch at Deng's head office, which made me feel the family-like interaction between him and his subordinates and customers. He keeps me warm. I still remember the scene of walking and talking with Mr. Yao on the Songhua River. He told me the sad and hard experience of doing sales. That night, the night on the Songhua River was beautiful, the stars were bright, the breeze was blowing gently, and the wishing lamp on the Songhua River was flashing. At that moment, I didn't seem to feel lonely anymore. Jilin Institute is where I met Mr. Zhao. I broke into Miss Zhao's office, sweating profusely, carrying big bags and small bags. He said that this was the first time he saw a salesperson appear in front of him in this way. At that time, I didn't know how to promote my products. I am incoherent. I don't know how to answer the question he asked me, but he accepted me as a shoddy seller with a tolerant and open attitude. It is hard to forget that when I got lost in the streets of Jilin, Mr. Zhao gave me infinite care and help for the first time, which gave me spiritual motivation and made me stop hesitating.

In just a few days in a foreign land, I visited many customers, but I also ran into a wall and was happy. Maybe this is life. Because life itself needs to struggle, to struggle, in exchange for spiritual and life comfort, in a sense, this is the return! I once wrote a text "The Experience of Reading and Choosing Wood", which was also recommended by the editor. In fact, isn't that paragraph a portrayal of me now? Today, the words of the company's director tell the truth of being a sales industry: being a medical device industry is like steamed bread in a big pot in my hometown, which needs firewood to burn slowly. Sometimes it looks steaming and looks better, but if you don't insist, it will be in vain. The ideal is in my heart, I don't know how long it can last, and my mind is confused. If I can calm down, it shouldn't be too difficult.

When not on a business trip, I constantly collect customer information in the unit every day, get familiar with myself and strengthen product knowledge training. According to the history of our enterprise, its predecessor was Zhongyuan Anesthesia Machine Factory, which once created the glory in the history of anesthesia machines. It is with appreciation of this enterprise that I entered this well-known joint-stock enterprise in our southern region. I don't know anything about the sales industry and try to find my own position in this enterprise. Many times, as salespeople, we have to take the trouble to pay a return visit and track customers. Sometimes my colleagues will laugh and tease me, saying that I am too easy-going and careless, which is the achilles heel of the sales industry. Sometimes think about it. If you disclose the low price without reservation, the customer will still be ungrateful and think that you have made a lot of money from it. But I am still like this, treating customers with integrity.

Today is another Saturday, and my customer information has been sorted out. Turn on the phone and look at some words I have written before. I can't help laughing. I used to be surprised that Wei Menger wrote some words on her mobile phone and put them in a computer file. I tried it once today, and I can really write. It's a little hard to order so many impromptu words with your fingers. The night outside is quiet, only occasionally I hear unknown insects singing. However, the leaves in the city can't dance and the wind can't accompany them. I think, at this moment, my parents should be in the country, go to bed early. What do you want your parents to do? My greatest wish in my heart is that they can live a long life and be healthy.

Day after day, year after year, it seems that I am running around, that's right! Don't be confused, laugh at yourself. Maybe next year. Next year, the company will expand its scale again. Another big investment company in Beijing has invested in our company. It is said that the company will develop a novel medical product and build a factory building. That product is unique in China. I hope everything has a good start. With a literary dream in my heart, I am selling in the medical device industry. I hope my friends' families are happy and happy! I think, in the future, I will continue to develop my only interest-literature, and it will change! I think everything will be fine!

Who says life is not good! You say so!

Selected Essays on Mood 1 1 Today, I don't write poetry, but enjoy the moon. I go to the edge of that autumn dream to capture the unspeakable artistic conception and continue my competition or endless career. Today, I just say what I want to say, remember my feelings and tell you what I have done for you. An emotion is stabbed into the rose bushes, and the soul is allowed to roam in the pen. To be true to yourself.

Before, I didn't want to say, I didn't want to say, and I didn't dare to say. One is afraid of making you angry, and the other is afraid of disappointing my feelings. Or maybe the world is too dirty to say love. Once love is said, even the purest things will become vulgar. The reason why I closed my relationship for so many years is probably because of this-until I met you, until today. If the world wants to win happiness, it cannot tolerate cowardice, retreat, cowardice and Confucian scholars hiding in stories. I just want to say I really love you! I would like to hold your hand, bathe in love, drink rose dew, and whisper the joys and sorrows of your life by the jasmine flower.

Or you say that you and I haven't been in touch for a long time and don't know each other very well, so let alone love. I can only smile bitterly. Love is an emotion that cannot be fully interpreted. Just like I like the picture of a lady with a face, I don't know, I just appreciate the unique charm in that picture. Love is not a commodity, you must know its performance and use before you can wait for a price. It is not the length of time to make a simple statement. The understanding between people is sometimes difficult to understand for a lifetime. If you have to wait until you fully understand each other before you can say love, you may have to wait until both sides are white-haired and senile before you can say such a groundbreaking statement with trepidation. The sunset is infinitely beautiful and buried by the coming night!

I thought you said you were afraid of being hurt. Can we stand people living in society? Standing up is in danger of being knocked down, and going out is in danger of being injured. Go in, close the door, lock your soul, and it will be really safe. But what's in it? Only darkness, only blank; No memories, no passion. Like a stagnant pool, there is no wave, no wind and no moon. Or, there is a cobra waiting for you in the house.

Life is not a play, you can't rehearse it twice, act badly, and then start over. However, human memory is like a tape, erasing unpleasant memories and re-recording all the good things in life. Life can't be arranged by others, you have to fight for it yourself. Enjoying life is not escaping life; Cherish yourself, not close yourself!

Come out, girl, I admire the wonders of the world and laugh at the waves and the world. * * * Experience the world is cold and stormy, and sometimes ride the wind and waves together to straighten my muddy sails and bridge the deeper the sea!

Perhaps the modern love myth has died in the desert of human feelings, and people who are eager for the true correspondence of the soul can only lament in the face of the desertification and materialization of human nature. Girl, I believe that neither you nor I are exhausted. Zhimo once said: "True love is not a crime ... I am willing to take risks that the world does not agree with and try my best to fight for it, not to escape the cruel pain, but to seek good settlement, the establishment of personality and the redemption of the soul. I will visit my only soul mate in the vast sea of people. I am lucky to get it; No, my life. " I'm going to look for dust.

People say that love is not giving, I can't give you anything, and I can't open my heart to you. However, my heart is real and my feelings are real. I'm waiting for the good news brought back by Hongyan Nanfei, not the cuckoo's cry.