Emotional prose: sentimental

Emotional essay: sentimental 1 Everyone has a weak and strong side, but I will never learn to hide it. All the joys and sorrows appealed on my cheek, so that others could clearly see their crying and laughing. When I say it from my mouth, no one can actually believe me. For myself, it's just a word that avoids the important and takes the light. The night is as cool as water, and occasionally twinkling stars hang lazily in the night sky. In the secluded place of the playground, there are faint flowers everywhere, and there is a faint piano sound from the street not far away. In the moonlight, the wind blew gently and lifted my skirt gently, but I was indifferent and speechless, as if I had endless sadness, but I choked up and buried my pain. The night was cold and dark, which made it even more beautiful and sad. I don't want to know what season it is, and I don't want to know anything that is leisurely outside the world of mortals and hides my face and cries. But I can't say why it hurts, and suddenly I remember hearing that a person's life is divided into many segments, and each segment will be spent with different people. If this is true, the world is cold and everyone is born suffering, then how happy is it? What is peace? Sitting in a shabby chair, I obviously want to enjoy the cool, but it brings too much sadness. Maybe my heart is not quiet! But what is silence? Vaguely moonlight, vaguely see the insects crawling freely on the rockery! Relax. Sighing is more painful than insects! Sadness is colder than night! I want to find an empty corner, a stone that nobody cares about, and write all my sadness on the floor, buried deep in the sea. Unfortunately, this is my own dream, a kind of extravagant hope, all my sadness, after all, can not let go! Sad! Sigh pain! Damn it!

Emotional Essay: Sentimentality 2 Time slips away quietly and passes in a hurry. Life has become so flustered, so hurried, so busy that I forgot myself and my "dream" process.

But I never understood what I was busy with. Get up, have class, finish class, eat, sleep, and so on. What are these for? I feel awake from time to time and sometimes confused. Listen to the noise of the world and feel the temperature of life. Until now, it seems that we suddenly realize that time is rushing, the breath of youth is gone, and life has given us the greatest challenge.

Time flies, those so-called friends are long gone, and suddenly I find that sometimes a person is quite good, without jealousy or hypocrisy, without wearing a mask. Everything is so real, say what you want, do what you want, don't worry about hurting friendship, do what you want. True friends can only accumulate in time.

Unfortunately, I finally lost in the hands of life. This cunning liar cheated my kind heart. Finally, I was forced to become indifferent and break all pretenses.

Time is always in such a hurry I silently looked at the endless night sky and sighed, but what can I sigh? I want to ask heaven, but it can't give me an answer. Perhaps, I am lamenting the long road of life, perhaps, I am lamenting the memory of my lost youth, perhaps ... even I don't understand!

In this season full of new life, flowers are scrambling to emerge and decorate the whole season, but the heart can't settle down. So I said to myself: Let it be. But life always likes to joke and give you a surprise. Before you are happy, it sends you into the abyss.

It is said that young people live in the future, but this time seems to be in a hurry, making people unable to see the future and care about the present. The past has become a historical memory. Long years, hurried by, turned into a memory injury. Memories are always unforgettable. Before I feel sad, I must continue to set foot on the vast sea of people and rush to the distance to pursue my original dream.

Time, why did you take my dream away in such a hurry? Let me run away, too ...

Emotional Essay: Sentimental 3 If there is an afterlife,

I will definitely get rid of your bad habits and let you feel the warmth of a woman.

If there is an afterlife,

I will stop complaining that you are not as good as I thought, and let you find confidence in being a man.

If there is an afterlife,

I will never be the weak woman when others threaten our feelings.

If there is an afterlife,

I can't be so weak Seeing you happy, I am sad alone,

If there is an afterlife,

No matter what, I will not let go of your hand. I will always be with you in my life.

If God gives me another chance,

I'll hold you in my hand, and it hurts badly.

If God gives me another chance,

I must be a little woman and stop quarreling with you to make you sad.

If God gives me another chance,

I have to catch you before she takes you away,

If God gives me another chance,

I must hold your hand and grow old with your son.

It's just that now you can't feel the tears I shed for you anymore.

It's just that now we have no chance to spend the rest of our lives happily.

It's just that now you, there is no longer my lonely figure around you,

It's just that now we can't feel each other's warmth anymore.

If there is an afterlife, go to Meng Po,

I won't drink that bowl of Mengpo soup for any reason.

I want to continue our unfinished relationship in the afterlife,

If there is an afterlife, I will never be born again.

Even if it's just a free floating soul,

Or see you happy, or accompany you sad,

I want to protect you, too, at least so that I won't be forced to leave.

if there is an afterlife ...

Just this world, there is no if. ...

Emotional essay: sentimental 4 When you leave, turn around and be a stranger.

Talking under the moon, whose heart was locked by that fleeting encounter? Whose tears did you shed? Hurt whose feelings?

Cool thin, touching the years, is sunny. The sun has already tilted into a curtain full of sadness, lingering in the depths of time.

If the tidbits fall into last romance's dream, will our ending be rewritten?

If the story is fixed in the second before parting, will our love continue?

If the sunset stays among drunken flowers, will our vows last forever?

You can't see me, the years are slowly hurting.

Light years flow at your fingertips and turn into songs.

The wound left by that romantic month condensed into an incomprehensible parting sorrow and lingered in the world of mortals.

Recalling the season when I met you, how sad has that bright smile faded now?

You can't see me, so my heart sleeps quietly. If you don't come, love will slip away.

Bring a ray of sunshine, let tears fill your world and wet your heart.

Dream of the world of mortals, sorrow of a lifetime.

Pick up the forgotten memories, gently pull a curtain of dreams, the condensed acacia in my heart, which season's obsession has been deeply locked?

I can never see how long the road to forgetting is. How can I hold the warm sun quietly in the sadness flying all over the sky?

Seeing through the scenery along the way, who can hold the misty rain of the past and watch the world of mortals pass through the years?

That fleeting love will eventually become the painful loneliness of the whole city.

Looking back vaguely, I can't see the time. Looking up quietly, the cold wind makes your face full of tears.

I looked down and wrote down your sad life.

Hold on to the falling tears, can I write another season for you?

Vague description of bloom in my dream, you bowed your head and wrote down the sadness of my life.

If we hadn't met at the beginning, wouldn't we be addicted to memories and let youth lose its color?

If there were no later parting, wouldn't I wander in sadness and make my heart sting slightly?

Emotional essay: sentimental 5 I don't remember how long I haven't touched those lonely and sad words. I can't let go of that sadness.

Light and shadow are fleeting, like a cardamom flower, but a touch of pure feelings has given the initial network.

Silently like, quietly wait, fragile, thinking …

She thinks he likes her so much, yes, he does, and his likes are always so cheap.

She is in love, a pure girl cares and misses, even if she stays up late, she should stay with him.

A few months later, she lost weight, and she was once lively and lovely, full of sadness.

For several months, I fell in love, only to make her cry.

She no longer believes in so-called love, she doesn't believe in so-called true love.

All the past intertwined with him turned into clouds and became the deepest light and shadow in memory.

She looked at the cold screen and cried that she loved him. Too bloody, but too sincere.

She said in her heart that she hated him. From then on, there was no intersection between them, and Xiao Lang became a stranger.

Love, pain. Although she is weak and sad.

Tears flow thousands of miles when you move your heart.

Pick up the pain and write a song word by word.

It is an understatement of this moment, once upon a time, a paragraph written in my heart.

If you say no, how can you know and understand each other in this endless online sea?

If there is a fate, how can this fate bloom as brightly as fireworks and wither silently?

It is destiny takes a hand, and it is also a trick of fate;

It is affectionate, it is a world of mortals;

It is a moment of youth and a constant distance here.

Countless troubles, how to rest? Bit by bit in my heart.

This world is drifting by mistake, so that the fallen flower buries the dream, and the dream wakes up and dies.

The life meeting of this song will end in the end!

Emotional Essay: Sentimental 6 Do you know that I miss you very much? Every time I look at the information and photos you sent me, I will be in a daze unconsciously. We haven't been in touch for a long time, and even saw your head on Q, we didn't have the courage to say: How are you recently? I can only watch your head light up! I didn't delete any of the messages you sent me. When I miss you, I will pick up my mobile phone and read it carefully in my mailbox, repeating it several times in my mind! I don't know how many times I've seen this information, just like children like cartoons, and I can't get enough of it.

I really miss you, I want to hear your voice, I want to see your message, I want to see your smile, I want to have your comfort when I am unhappy. I really miss you. I don't know if you are doing well outside. I don't know if you are suffering outside. What should I do if I am bullied outside? What should I do if I am hungry, sleepy, tired, hot and cold outside? I miss you alone, I miss you sick and no one to take care of you ...!

Now all I can think about is you! There's no room for anything else. Every time the message prompts, I can't wait to turn on my mobile phone … but I'm disappointed and my sense of existence disappears! I have warned myself not to miss you more than once! But I am not a saint. If I say I want to forget, I can forget, okay? The more I miss you, the more I miss you, the more I miss you!

Emotional essay: sentimental 7 I like worrying and worrying, and always lament why happiness is not in my life. In fact, I have always understood in my heart that it is not that happiness has nothing to do with me, just because I am a person who will not look for happiness.

Born, I am a melancholy soul; Since I was a child, I have tied this melancholy complex to my heart and vented it on my pen. But this melancholy mood can also bring me a kind of comfort; So, I fell in love with this feeling quietly, and I forged a deep bond with it from the bottom of my heart. As time goes by, the personnel are boundless and the situation changes. I can't go out now, and I may never want to. ...

I am worried about my worries and hurt the wounds in the world brought by my previous life; It hurts to think what I think. Everything, everything is so complicated, so complicated. Everything in the world seems so dim and hazy to me. ...

A trace of sadness, a trace of sadness, permeates the whole body with the flow of blood from my heart, and I am powerless to say it. The whole person wants to melt in laziness, and then turn into a wisp of smoke and fly away.

I want to cry, I want to cry, but I have no tears; I want to laugh, too, but I just laugh so ugly; That kind of pain, that kind of pain, I can't bear to look at myself Perhaps, it is my tears that should end here; However, the wind outside is still a melancholy wind; Melancholy tears are just dried by it, not over!

People will always meet many people and experience too many things in their lives; However, everyone will have a sacred place in his heart, where what he thinks is the most precious and sacred is stored. Life may be lonely, because everyone has only himself, and everyone has his own unique sadness. It's just that my sadness is much more confused and bitter than others. The language in Ming Min's mind is fragmented and scattered, which makes people feel cool, but it can't be changed. Helpless, I can only go with the flow and walk through a long and bitter life. ...

People will experience a kind of love all their lives, which is also necessary, but there are too many kinds of love. There is still a true love in the world, a pure love. Maybe this is the so-called sincere love. Cold and cheerless said in "Paper Rose": I won't love anyone in the next life, because in this life, I have exhausted all the feelings and infatuation that love you. How precious this kind of love is, and how great it is to love someone with a lifetime of love and delusion! In "Praying for Buddha", there is another sentence: "I am willing to exchange several lifetimes for our love, let me kiss your face again." Two people who love each other are willing to exchange their lifelong love for a kiss. This kind of love is exactly what I desperately want and expect to have! However, in real life, is there such a lover in life?

Therefore, my requirements are not high. I just want to spend my life with the person I love. No matter poverty or wealth, no matter health or disease, no matter how many temptations there are from outside, I will accompany me wholeheartedly and grow old with me. .........................................................................................................

However, after thousands of waters and vicissitudes in Qian Shan, can I exchange my life for such love? Can you get eternal love? Where is the eternal love? Sometimes I think, maybe eternity is just a term that goes through history and proves the purity and sincerity of predecessors, that's all!

Emotional Essay: Sentimentality 8 The dust of past lives and the wind of this life, I am used to wandering in my inner world and getting used to the faint sadness. A person, a thing, a word, will unconsciously touch the weakest place in my heart. I am used to a person weaving a dream story in my heart. I can't go out or in, but it is always a dream with my eyes closed. Although I am past the age of dreaming, I may be a dreamer until I die. A woman who loves to dream is destined to wander between reality and illusion, and more is helplessness and loneliness. The wind seems to whisper in my ear. I can hear its breath, feel its pulse and feel its throb. I hear the wind.

When you are lonely, listening quietly is the natural sound of the wind. If you are a breeze, I may be a cloud. In my dream, in such a poetic midnight, I met the wind, and his unexpected arrival broke my quiet dream. Standing on the threshold of years, the fragrance of grass in the wind, one trace after another, awakened those sleeping memories, collided with the wind in such a short time and stumbled into my dream. I am a person who can't tell the direction, so I always listen to the wind to find the direction. Those winds bloom from my heart. I see the footprints left by seasonal winds and hear the heartbeat of the winds. In the deepest and deepest time, what an unforgettable long heart song.

The wind said, I am not only rough, but also gentle; Not only am I whistling, but I am also whistling. In the confusion of earthly fireworks, life is not easy only when dreams are around. This is just a dream, a dream that can't dance freely in the sun. Dreams are often beautiful. Once I wake up, the pieces are a little bit, immersed in the corner of the years and flying alone.

Some things can be forgotten, some things can be remembered, some things can be willingly, and some things are powerless. At dusk, the wind closed its eyes. Antique is like the wind in the Book of Songs. Blow from where I come from, all the time. The wind in the wilderness, the wind without cover, blows endlessly. I know that this is the eternal wind, until one day, I completely become the wind, and these winds will continue to blow with beautiful breath, and these winds will continue to blow. I know that this cool and warm wind, hot and cool wind, everyone needs it in their hearts.

Thanks to the people who once made me like the wind that fascinated me, the people who know me, the people who don't need me to say, and the people who don't need me to say, are getting hot. There is no cool breeze in the north, and there is no beautiful scenery with high clouds and light winds. Only in dreams, let's frequently raise bottles on the grassland, drink together, and then get drunk together in the sunset of the ancient road. ...

I don't know if this night belongs to sadness, or if I overheard a sad music, or if I just finished watching a very emotional story and inexplicably wanted to talk in words. It seems that I have a lot to say to people around me, but I find that I don't want to say anything. I don't know what happened. Maybe the wind's thoughts infected with sadness. The wind of the plateau is a used net name, which starts from the wind and dies in the wind. In the online world, we are all just a gust of wind.

Because of meeting, the warmth remains the same, and many people have gradually forgotten when we are obsessed with it. It is conceivable that how many people in life pass by, pass by, meet by destiny, and have the honor to know each other. From far to near, they will also be from near to far. No one can change anything. In fact, forgetting is not really forgetting. Just when I think about it again, I can be calm, just like the sky is bluer after the rain, and there is nothing to regret. I really appreciate the wind that passes through me, making me happy and worrying. A gust of wind blows, and I occasionally look up. The sky is so blue and comfortable. White clouds swim in the wind, with different postures, floating in the air, so beautiful, so beautiful. ...

Mood essay: Sentimental 9 In this sad and bright time, I beat the horse from my thin youth, through corydalis, through kapok, through sadness and impermanence. -inscription

Time is like fine sand in your hand, flowing through your fingers.

Xiao Si said that children who like writing are a little sad and weak. I think I'm probably one of these people.

I have a crazy fascination with words, just like a person trapped in a quagmire. Out of my crazy love for reading, reading some books every day has become my habit.

I often think sadly: if only I could grow up quietly and carefree! When I was young, I always looked at the distance, looking forward to growing up quickly, but when I grew up, I was nostalgic for the past. Careless, looking at the sky, playing our games foolishly ... I didn't have any lofty ideals when I was young, but I just wanted to write my own words quietly when Li Minghua fell, without thinking too much, simply writing and saying good night at dawn. It's a pity that I have to give in to reality. It seems that such a small wish has become a broken dream before it can be done, out of reach.

Why is youth beautiful? Some people say it's sadness. Why is that youth sad? Because of our delicate thoughts, pure ideas, and young ignorance and mistakes! Youth is bright sadness, but I will never let sadness cover the bright sunshine. Although I am struggling on the road to my ideal, I will grit my teeth and stick to it. One day, a flock of white pigeons will be swept into the sky. Under the blue sky, I looked up at the light blue sky, and my eyes were occupied by the falling soft sunshine. Eyes shining with warm happiness and wet pain. Yes, happiness and pain coexist. Only with a bitter and sentimental heart can we taste the taste of happiness!

Midnight, deep singing, clear and calm voice. Suddenly, a tear seeped from my eyes and landed on the softest tentacle in my heart. Then, I suddenly understood that sadness is also beautiful. I try to keep the faint sadness in my heart and the slight acid in my mood, and try to solidify the sad and clean timbre. In the time of a song, I let sadness spread to every corner of my heart and feel the beauty of my heart.

Perceptual essay: Perceptual 10 has not been updated for several days. These days, I am a little anxious. Bao Xiao's private parts were a little swollen, and my imaginative thoughts began to turn upside down again, for fear that it was something worrying. The day after we found out, my mother and I took Bao Xiao to the Children's Hospital, where the crowded scene was beyond description. Fortunately, there are not many adults and children undergoing surgery. We came early and hung up the first expert number. After diagnosis, laboratory tests and taking medicine, I breathed a sigh of relief for my mother, but there was a little bacterial infection on the surface, which was nothing serious. My youngest son, how can such a small person have problems with his private parts?

It's getting hot. I wonder if it's because diapers are too stuffy. For this ordeal, we basically gave up diapers during the day and switched to using them. We wrap it in gauze during the day and use it at night. I am proud of the sandy jade fingers, and it is easy to soak them in the basin repeatedly, using diapers+wet pants+saliva towels, and washing more than a dozen a day. The rainy weather has begun, and the home is always wet. If you don't wash it in time, Bao Xiao's classmates will be naked!

It rained a lot during Tomb-Sweeping Day. Even so, the grave has to be swept. Affection is a wonderful emotion. My grandmother died when I was two years old, but I often look at her photos and burst into tears. Yesterday, at grandma's grave, his uncle once again mentioned grandma's dying entrustment. I am her greatest concern, followed by her youngest son, my little uncle. Every time I hear this, I always cry in despair with a weak voice. More than 20 years have passed, and I still do. Sad things can never be erased, occasionally turned out, although it will still hurt, but it is also a kind of happiness. Grandpa said, turn grief into strength.

In front of grandma's grave, the old monkey and I offered incense to his great-grandmother on behalf of Bao Xiao. I told my grandmother in my heart that when my granddaughter grew up, a good man took care of her and gave birth to a naughty little treasure. Every family always has a hard experience. Our grandmother made a sacrifice and blessed the whole family. Grandma gave birth to five sons and always wanted a daughter. She didn't expect to be a daughter or a granddaughter, so she loved me very much. I vaguely remember visiting my grandmother in the hospital. She is terminally ill, but I still stubbornly let her hug me. Even with such a fragile body, grandma still holds me gently. I will always remember my grandmother walking on my back with a small body, and the memory of my childhood will never be forgotten.

Last night, the whole family had a meal. Speaking of grandma, grandpa cried again. Although the 80-year-old man has remarried for 20 years, he still has the position of grandmother in his heart. Grandma is always in his heart. I am particularly moved, if not for anything else, for my grandfather's long-standing feelings for my grandmother. I dare not say whether there was love in their marriage at that time. If there is, it is harder than stone. Although grandma has been gone for more than twenty years, from another perspective, grandma is very happy because she has always lived in grandpa's heart.

I was thinking, if I left before the old monkey, would I still live in the old monkey's heart? Will the old monkey cry for me?