Romantic prose left by Taohuaxi

Have you ever written a composition in your study, work and life? Prose is a common literary genre, with extensive materials and rich artistic expression. Want to learn to write prose? The following is my romantic essay in Taohuaxi, which is for reference only and I hope it will help you.

Romantic Essay in Taohuaxi 1 On an evening in early spring, the scattered sunshine fell on every corner of the streets and lanes, and the holly trees on the roadside presented a lazy beauty. Stopping on this side of the river and looking at the village on the other side, a poetic place name immediately jumped into my mind: "Peach Blossom Creek", and I suddenly had the idea of visiting the old ruins. My companion soon understood my mind and saw that I was still hesitating. He immediately took my hand and said, don't hesitate any more. Let's go now.

Taohuaxi is a sketch I sketched with a pencil. It is a painting that I have treasured for many years and has not faded so far.

My partner and I got on the North Gate Bridge and walked there from here. It took us more than ten minutes to get there, only to see that the bridge that was almost a "broken bridge" because of the unsuccessful demolition has now paved a road that stretches into the distance; Farmland and vegetable fields are on both sides of the road, and paths crisscross.

We walked slowly along a bumpy road by the river and turned around. Rows of people, mostly wooden houses and masonry buildings, looked uneven and there was a big gap between the rich and the poor. Several families, old and young, are busy in front of the door, sweeping the floor, hanging lanterns, putting up couplets and laughing.

After all, I just came from the severe winter, and it was warm and cold, and there were bare branches and withered grass vines everywhere. However, I saw a stream branch from the river, and some yellow leaves were floating on the water, which were the traces of the old year and had not yet sprouted new vitality. Walking to the stream, I saw an old man standing sideways on the stone arch bridge connecting Taohuaxi. He was a big, focused man, staring ahead thoughtfully, and his bronzed face was dyed purple by the sunset.

We went forward to greet the old man, and the old man turned to talk to us in a friendly way. I learned from the conversation that he is nearly 70 years old this year and is a native of Taohuaxi. At present, he lives by selling fish, growing some oranges and vegetables, and raising some chickens and ducks.

The companion asked curiously, why is this place called Taohuaxi? Is there really a peach blossom forest?

The old man said that there used to be a peach blossom forest on both sides of the stream. In the spring of March, peach blossoms are in full bloom and half the sky is red. Bees, butterflies and birds fly around, and the weather is new and pleasing to the eye. By the end of March, peach blossoms had fallen and spread over the stream, and the stream was dyed red, hence the name Taohuaxi.

Romantic prose stayed in Taohuaxi 2. We looked at his finger and saw a piece of green.

The companion asked, "What about those peach trees now?"

The old man said, "The peach trees have all been cut down, and now Metasequoia glyptostroboides and Taxus chinensis are planted." He accompanied us off the bridge and talked to us while walking.

The companion asked, "Do you have your own land here?"

The old man said, "Some of them are mine."

I immediately asked, "Are you the landlord now? Was there a landlord here before liberation? Is your family a landlord? "

He smiled and said, "There were several landlords in Taohuaxi who shot a father and son after liberation. Fortunately, there are not many fields in our family, and we are only tenants when we divide the ingredients. "

I felt lucky for him and said, "It's a good thing that your family is not a landlord. After liberation, it saved a lot of trouble. Your father has a good family after liberation, so life should be good, right? "

Hearing this, the old man said, "My father was a character at that time. He is a cadre in the county. At that time, it was called' Xiao District Committee', which is equivalent to the current deputy county magistrate level. "

The companion asked, "He should have a gun on him, right?"

The old man quickly showed off and said, "Hey, where are those two guns!" "

The companion envied: "It's amazing. Your father should be a big official in the future? "

Hearing this, the old man said painfully, "No, he dealt with it later ... organizationally."

"Ah?" I was a little surprised and asked, "Why?"

The companion said aside, "There must be a mistake?"

The old man said frankly, "He ... he made a mistake and fell in love with a Taiwan Province family, which was great at that time, so ..."

The companion asked with great interest, "That genus must be beautiful, right?"

The old man said, "Well, it's beautiful. Two long braids are dragged behind the ass and tossed around. " A literate woman was a primary school teacher at that time, and everyone called her Miss Qin. My father really likes her. "

I said, "No wonder your father doesn't care about anything. Beauty lovers don't like official positions. Speaking of which, Teacher Qin was also very pitiful at that time. Her husband has gone to Taiwan Province Province, and he is a widow. He met your father, which is also a blessing for both of them. Love loves white, even if it is morally unreasonable, hehe. " Think of a recent TV series "Bad Love" that reflects the widow village in Fujian. So many beautiful women have been waiting for their husbands to go to Taiwan Province for 40 years!

The old man didn't mind or get angry, and went on telling his father's story: "My father and Taiwan Province had a daughter-my sister. Later, when my mother learned about it, she was very angry and insisted on a divorce. Although she is an uneducated country woman, everyone has dignity. She can't accept that her husband is the same as other women. "

I asked, "What happened? Your parents are divorced. Is your father married to Teacher Qin? "

The old man said, "Later, my father was punished and sent back to the countryside, and my parents remarried.

The companion asked anxiously, "What about Miss Qin? Are you married to someone else? "

The old man shook his head and said, "Teacher Qin stopped getting married later. Her daughter, my half-sister, went to Beijing. It is said that she married an officer and her life is not bad. "

I am worried about Miss Qin's fate and can't wait to ask, "So, is Miss Qin still alive?"

The old man said, "She died only a few years ago. Beijing's sister is back. After burying my mother, she came to see my father and gave him some money. She never contacted my father again. "

I asked with concern, "Is your mother still alive?"

The old man was silent for a while and said, "My mother died a few years ago."

The companion asked, "How are your parents doing in the future? Do you often quarrel? "

The old man said positively, "It's so noisy. It's always noisy That incident left an indelible mark on my mother's mind. "

I really want to turn around and go back to see the old man's father. When I put forward this idea, the old man looked at me in surprise with a confused face.

He asked me, "Do you want to see him? I am over 90 years old, and now my brain is in a mess, and people can't recognize it. " It seems that the old man is refusing me? I can't hold on any longer. I'm asking myself, why do I want to see that old man with a long life? My companions saw me immersed in meditation and looked at me with a puzzled face. I know they don't understand me and I can't explain why. Or do you want to witness the vicissitudes of life left by years in an old man? Or do you want to know someone who had a romantic story at that time? Yes and no.

My companion and I shook hands with the old man, ready to leave, turned around and glanced at his tall figure, and set foot on our way home in the dusk. In a trance, the handsome "Xiao District Committee" with two boxes of guns slung around his waist kept flashing in front of my eyes, while his beautiful and lively teacher Qin walked cheerfully, dragging two long braids.

When I walked from the bridge to the bottom, I heard a faint song coming from somewhere. Looking around, I saw a limping old man with a music box in his hand. The young singer Xia is singing a sad fairy tale. Although it doesn't match my experience today, it sounds loud: please forget your love. Love is a sad fairy tale. Don't miss him. I've heard too many boring words.

Romantic essays left in Taohuaxi 3 The spring rain lasted for several days, and the river gradually rose. The modern white bridge connecting urban and rural areas seems to have been lowered by a few centimeters psychologically. It just cleared up today. I put on my camera and strolled here with my companions. I couldn't help taking a step and headed for Taohuaxi Village opposite. The search years ago seems to have left some regrets, hoping to see the old man again and fulfill a wish in my heart.

Recently, the weather is obscure, so I have to lie at home and sleep. There are some books and newspapers on the table, so I can not concentrate on browsing during the short leisure of the New Year. Mr. Li Chunlei said in an article in the Literary and Art Newspaper: "Life is just outside the window, right beside us. The most important thing is to have a sponge-like heart, walk into the water of life in a down-to-earth manner, experience deep love and search devoutly, and wait quietly before you can feel the initial pulse, meet real friends and get the most important things. " Looking back on a recent conscious search activity, I consciously talked with many ordinary people, learned about their living conditions, their joys, sorrows, emotions and wishes, and captured the most original creative materials, which coincided with Teacher Li's real feelings.

The festive color of Taohuaxi still has a clear aftertaste. In front of the small farmhouses, red festive couplets were pasted, and the threshing floor was covered with fireworks. The first month is the best time to visit relatives and friends. Many yards are crowded with people of all ages, and the host and guests are talking cordially and casually. There is a family with all kinds of flowers and plants in the yard, which is full of vitality and rich atmosphere. The host is very hospitable. After seeing us pass by, he greeted us politely and invited us into the house to accompany him around his front yard and backyard. We took the opportunity to shoot some farm tools that are rarely seen on weekdays, such as hair dryers and buckets. Two lively and lovely little girls ran out of the room, flying like two beautiful butterflies in the wind.

Walking on the cement road with people on both sides of Taohuaxi, seeing the scenery and feeling it, you will take pictures. Simple and enthusiastic villagers are very willing to cooperate when they see us like this. A farmer in his fifties with a little disability in his eyes came forward to talk to us. I asked him about his current living conditions, such as financial resources and family members. He answered all the questions very seriously. Probably realizing that we had some connection, he asked, "Where are you from?" Are you a newspaper reporter? "We can't elaborate, so we have to answer a few vague words, say goodbye to them and move on.

We walked as if someone was meeting us behind us. We turned around and saw that it was the old man surnamed Xiao whom we saw last time. What a coincidence! The old man took a few steps to catch up with us and said kindly, "Are you here to play? Come to my house. I just went to town to help my son for a day. He has opened a wholesale store and is too busy these days. " We walked and chatted with him at once, and we arrived at their house in about ten minutes.

The old man turned from a path on the right side of the cement road. The gate was a little low, but after he entered, it was very open. full of green made people shine at the moment. The Ping Zi is a veritable garden, filled with flowerpots and pots of all sizes, with some elegant flowers in dribs and drabs. Could he be in the bonsai business? After visiting his flowers and plants, the old man took us to his room, but he saw that the wooden frame in the room was covered with root carvings of all shapes and sizes, not to mention too many artistic designs, let alone exquisite carvings, which seemed a little random and rough on the whole. I can't help sighing: "Your old life is really nourishing. No wonder you look so good! "

The companion asked the old man, "Which room does your father live in?" We want to see the old man. "This time, the old man no longer refused and took us to a nearby hut. An elderly woman is squatting in the garden of the yard, pruning a bunch of flowers that can't be named. Seeing us coming, she asked with a big smile, "where are you two guests?" "Come in and have a cup of tea!"

The companion replied, "Thank you, you're welcome. You are always busy during the Chinese New Year! " I also greeted him and said, "Your family is really blessed!"

The hostess stood up and said, "Yes, so much the better. I'm going to boil water now Come and sit down later. "

The old man's father lived in a low, shabby hut. When we stepped into the threshold, we felt that the roof was only one head taller than us. Although I had some imagination and speculation about this octogenarian in advance, I was still surprised at the moment I saw him. The emaciated and weak image is far from the chief official "Xiao District Committee" I imagined. How cruel and heartless the years have changed a person!

The old man's father is wearing a gray sweater and cotton trousers, a dark green down vest and a dark gray wool hat. His face is thin, his cheekbones are prominent, and he has a small lock of gray beard on both sides of his mouth. At first glance, I thought it was an old lady. At the moment, he is sitting on the wooden couch in front of the bed and washing his face. He was embarrassed when he saw us enter his room. He rubbed his towel gently and moved his mouth. He wanted to say something, but he didn't say it.

My companion and I greeted him and said, "Happy New Year to the old man!" " "

The old man's father looked at us with weak eyes and repeatedly said, "Good, good, hello. I'm not like this here, you have no place to sit ... dirty ... no one to wash. "

The companion quickly comforted him and said, "You always wash slowly. We will come to see you. You don't have to sit down. "

I saw an old brown photo frame hanging on the wall on the right side of the bed. There are more than a dozen black and white photos in the glass. Except for a photo of a woman-the old man said it was her mother, and the rest were dressed by the People's Liberation Army-you can see it in many movies and TV series. I was attracted by the biggest photo. I guess this is the owner of the room-the old man's father, the record of Xiao District Committee in those days.

The old man confirmed on the side: "Yes, this is my father, and there are several group photos, all of which are his comrades." I looked at the energetic PLA soldiers on the wall, and looked at the front district party Committee hunched in front, and I felt unspeakable sadness in my heart. Maybe there are many people who have similar life situations and living conditions, but we have no chance to meet them or pay attention to them. The old man in front of us was met as a distant story because of that unusual experience, so he left a deep impression in his memory.

Walking out of the small house of the original district Committee, the old man took us to see his father's grave again. I'm thinking, why is there a cemetery when people are still alive? Of course, there are many such things in history, big and small. The mausoleum of Qin Shihuang is the best proof. The old man said that his father built a grave for himself twenty years ago.

We followed the old man to a big tree at the back of the yard. After climbing a flight of stone steps, we saw a grave overgrown with weeds. After walking down a few stone steps, we saw an open door with a dark grave inside. I followed the old man and his companions, feeling a little creepy, as if I were in the description of thrillers and mystery novels. The old man polished the lighter and took us in, just like some treasure hunters in the ancient tomb.

The old man pointed to the grave and said, "It turns out that on the right is my mother's grave, and the tablets are engraved with words. You see, the names of our three brothers are all on it, but my uncle doesn't want my mother to be buried here anyway, and he has to take her back to her hometown. " I'm thinking about the attitude of my uncle. At first, I was confused. Husband and wife are supposed to get married, but then I suddenly realized that the reason is self-evident.