Just like this Prose Essay 1
I am neither pessimistic nor blindly optimistic. I have no lofty ideals or goals, but there is always a small, melancholy and quiet garden in my heart, where I have planted many small joys and a touch of beautiful sadness.
I like the life of a calm, gurgling stream, enriched by the trivial busyness; I learn and grow at work, in the pages of books, and in wandering thoughts.
I love my home and I like to be with my family because being with my family is safe and warm. I will always take the initiative to do housework, and I will take the initiative to help my dear husband wash clothes, make tea and peel fruits, because I think that is my duty, and I am happy to do it with concentration.
I'm just an ordinary weak woman. I don't have that much charm to win the sincerity of others. I don't have any extravagant expectations because I'm afraid of getting involved in other people's lives, afraid of hurting other people's families, and even more afraid. I am afraid of hurting my weak heart and crying endless confusion.
I have a beautiful blue-colored pure cotton bag, which I bought when I was working in Foshan. I like its simplicity and quietness, so I often carry it to work. Come back with it. Just like this Prose Essay 2
It’s not negative or pessimistic. However, too many people break up like this and go their separate ways.
Every day you may meet strange people, who may be trustworthy or suspicious. But they still walked through a period of scenery side by side. Thinking back to my freshman year, I suddenly felt like I was wasting away my time like a zombie. A year later, I still didn’t understand. When I began to understand gradually, I also found that I had other things I didn't understand. I have always wanted to travel far away alone, to a place where I have no acquaintances and where I don’t understand the language. This idea has never been forgotten, because this idea will never be realized. I was just dreaming, and I was reluctant to give up on that dream.
Gradually no longer mention it, no longer think of it intentionally or unintentionally. Only by chance, the white shirt stung my eyes. Never dare to see clean and thorough eyes again. I just don’t want to understand that those who are far away have already gone their separate ways.
I started to be afraid of meeting each other, and I was afraid of the final separation. When I find that everything is helpless, life suddenly becomes lighter and I can't feel the weight. I just want to go home, to my parents, so that I can feel that I am valued.
The halo of rationality has always been far away. I can only hold myself and tell myself that life is still beautiful. At least you are healthy, and at least your family is always with you. But, how could you be so greedy?
I accidentally saw a blog post. The quiet words vomited sadness, suffocating sadness. Suddenly, it was my own story. Suddenly, tears told myself that I was feeling distressed. It turns out that I still feel distressed.
It was just the look in his eyes today that brought me back to the past. Tomorrow, those eyes will no longer look so sad. Those stories, like the wind, will eventually disperse. When I come back, maybe I don't feel it anymore...
When I leave, "take good care of yourself." I just stubbornly insist on my mistakes, but no matter what, the past is not past, and the future cannot come.
I don’t need anything, I just need to love myself.
So be it, let’s go to the ends of the earth and take care of ourselves! ... Just like this Prose Essay 3
"It's time to eat, it's time to eat." I turned off the TV again very obediently and walked to the dining table.
In the past, when I was so obedient, my grandparents would think that I had a fever, or that they were sleepwalking.
When I was young, I was the most restless when eating. I always had to sit next to the TV and eat while watching to feel most comfortable! This is my greatest joy, but it is my grandparents’ biggest worry.
When I was young, my grandparents told me that we should eat at the dining table. But I just promised verbally, but never took action. Because my grandparents always pamper me.
It is different for my mother. As long as my mother is at home, I will come to the dining table to eat and immediately become a good girl.
Because whenever I make a mistake, my mother will criticize me. On this day, I was glad that my mother was not at home and I could "act wildly" again. I can have a good time again.
"Dad, Mom, where are you eating?" No, it's my mother's voice. Why is my mother back? I was puzzled and looked at the bowl full of rice in front of me. This bowl of rice is gloating: "You are finished." Yes, I am finished.
"What should I do?" I had an idea and hurriedly hid the bowl. At the same time, my mother happened to come in. My heart was in my throat and I was at a loss.
"Have you eaten?"
"No... no." I lied inadvertently.
My mother said nothing and walked out of the room. I heard my mother say when she walked out of the door: "Think carefully about whether you have eaten or not!"
My mother really wanted to know, too, how this little cleverness could hide from my mother's sharp eyes.
I wanted to refuse to admit it, but my mother kept telling me not to lie, and I didn't want to go against what my mother taught me.
So, I mustered up the courage to go find my mother. "Mom, I'm sorry." Before I could finish speaking, my mother seemed to know everything I wanted to say, so she touched my head and interrupted me.
"When you sit, you have the posture of sitting, when you stand, you have the posture of standing. When you eat, you must have the posture of eating. You can't become different."
Today, my mother taught me another lesson, My mother taught me countless things while I was growing up, so let me grow up with it. Just like this Prose Essay 4
Life is a road, and I am a wheel. The person who drives me is undoubtedly my mother.
I was young and ignorant at that time. I stole a big unity card from my family and went to the amusement park to squander it all. I was inevitably beaten by my mother.
My mother rolled up an iron clothes hanger nearby and slapped it on my leg twice. A long, bulging red scar immediately appeared on my leg, and it was still painful. I subconsciously wanted to use my hand to block my mother's swiping hand, but I still couldn't stop the slap on my head and face. The iron clothes hanger seemed to be not just a cold clothes hanger in my mother's hands, but was injected with life. She grinned coldly, squinted at me, and launched a ruthless offensive at me. My mother was no longer the gentle mother. On the contrary, it's like my old enemy who has a deep hatred for me and wants to crush me to pieces. I cried in pain, but my mother's weapons were still in contact, hitting me like raindrops. Why are you so ignorant? I don’t know why I was so unsatisfied, but I actually had the courage to say: I don’t accept it! Hearing this, my mother's face turned red, her eyes seemed to be bloodshot, and her head seemed to be on fire. She threw the clothes hanger to the ground and pulled me back. Not long after, my butt felt like it was about to burst. The cold wind blew into my clothes, but it couldn't take away any pain.
This incident left a very deep scar in my heart. As a young and energetic person, of course I would not give in. However, my mother seemed very calm and still cooked dinner and cleaned me. It seemed that her spanking me had never happened. So, I became so angry that I would rather suppress my hunger than take a bite of delicious food.
In the evening, my mother’s close friend Aunt Li came to our house as a guest. I was sitting in the room and suddenly heard Aunt Li say: How are your children doing lately? My heart skipped a beat and I thought: Oh, this is really bad! No matter which pot is opened, how could my mother not carry forward my evil deeds? From then on, I must have lost all face in front of Aunt Li. I was like a rabbit, pricking up my ears and pressing them against the door. I held my breath and refused to miss a sound outside the door, but there were fifteen buckets in my heart—— Up and down.
My daughter is so well-behaved! I get up on time every day, do my own laundry, and go to school by myself. Why should I bother? Teachers and neighbors are all rushing to praise her for being capable and sensible? Having such a daughter, I am so convinced in my previous life! The mother's tone was very light, and then she paused for a while and said, "Oh, what a good child!" But because of a trivial matter, I hit her. At that time, before I had time to think about it, my head felt hot and I was slapped down. I feel really bad. Now she not only ignores me, but is so angry that she won't even eat. What should I do? Hearing this, my tears fell like broken beads.
From then on, I studied harder and treated my parents more filially. Every time I think back to what my mother said to Aunt Li, the tip of my nose gets sore. At this time, I felt that I had really grown up, and that meaningful beating was even more imprinted in my heart.
Ah! Mother! How could I move forward without your loving push? Just like this Prose Essay 5
Cut a section of plum blossom and the time becomes the shadow of the lamp, trace the lines of the dark and light years, splash the colorful painting of pen and ink on the kite, and create a shadow of the passing wind in the style of sunset painting.
The past is like smoke and goes with the wind. What you want to keep cannot be saved after all. You can only watch those things that you want in your heart pass through your fingers like clouds of smoke and go with the wind, but there is nothing you can do. You can only watch them under the moon. Solo singing has become an empty sound; years are like knives cutting into life, life is too heavy to pick up, years are too light to let go, the years that have flowed away, those young and frivolous youth, have become a graduation photo, and those deeply loved past have become After passing each other again and again, those hated things became faces, and those black hair and black hair became the lines of winter.
A person goes up to a high building alone, watching the river disappear, hearing the passing thunder, watching the moon and frightened orioles hanging on the willow branches. A drop of rain is the joy of the world, a pear blossom is the fragrance of life's fireworks, splashing ink Drinking is just a free and easy gesture, writing and painting is just an atmosphere of peace. The peace that people chase can only be thought about and remembered in the heart. The justice that people chase can only be written down and revealed in words. People chase The leisurely elegance can only be dreamed of, sent to the day. Who doesn't run around? Who doesn't live? Who doesn't eat? Singers sing tragic songs, but they don't know that they are singing; people who paint ink paint mournful pictures, but they don't know that they are already there. In the painting; writers write about tragedies, but they don’t know that they are writing about themselves; people who run run, but they don’t know what they are chasing; people who work hard work hard, but they don’t know why they work; people who are sad are sad, but they don’t know why they are sad. These are all It’s for life!
No one has any scars when walking. He who has fallen down and cannot get up is weak because he is afraid of falling again. He who has fallen down and gets up is strong because he knows that he At the end of the world, people are like a small boat, chasing the waves and shaking in the strong wind. After surviving it, there will be a clear sky. Although it is ruined, there are still traces of wind and rain left as memories. It is a feeling to think about it every time; life is alive. , should be like a flower that blooms with spring and is full of vitality; blooms with summer and is prosperous; falls with autumn and is silent; withers with winter and breeds spring mud. The flowers bloom with a fragrance and a few more bees and butterflies. The flowers bloom with a coolness and a few more green shades. The flowers bloom with a tranquility and a bit more color. The flowers fall with a bit of worry and a bit more calmness. The flowers fall with a bit more. Worry, a little more freedom, flowers fall a little more depression, a little more relief.
Looking for the passing prosperity, making waves in the moon that is brewing into clouds, taking advantage of the casual breeze, stealing the clear sky under an umbrella, and slowly slipping down the tenderness of the fingertips, caressed by the fragrance of tea. A kiss on the cheek of green leaves; the eyes of the passing years count the annual rings of a sycamore tree and let it happen. Human life is like this, just like the four seasons, life is like the exuberance of spring leaves, walking is like the enthusiasm of summer flowers, silence is like the depth of autumn water, and death is like the narration of winter snow.
Human life is like this, in the blink of an eye. Just like this Prose Essay 6
What is love, is to meet you no matter how early or late, and then no matter what happens, we can trust each other and go on. I have read many books, listened to many stories, and always dreamed of becoming a princess in fairy tales, but the reality is real... We are all pursuing happiness, but what is happiness? Maybe it’s just a plain heart. When I hear good people talk about love, whether it is premature encounter or missed loss, I say that no matter what time, every relationship should be cherished. This is the most beautiful thing in the world. Whether it is hurt or happy, we You must learn to think about your own happiness step by step... Don't be impatient, be patient, love is a wonderful thing...
Maybe I am not qualified to talk about love, because now I am waiting... I'm a Pisces, and maybe my zodiac sign is indeed inaccurate. I don't have the appearance or social skills that Pisces girls have, but I'm happy that I'm a little fish. Although "Prince Charming" did not appear and "Prince Dark Horse" has already been named, I am not worried. I believe that he will be looking for me. Maybe he will go through a lot before meeting me, but I don't care, I like him. That's it. Maybe the person I like doesn't like me, but it doesn't matter. Relationships cannot be inferred by common sense. I will still support him silently behind his back. Mainly, I believe that if there is happiness, I will be the happiest.
I don’t have “nothing” now. Maybe my Mr.right belongs to someone else now, but as long as he is happy, I will be happy. Some people say that secret love is painful. In fact, I think children who are in secret love should also be grateful. Thank you for having someone with him (her) who can fill your heart and make it no longer empty. I think it is not that secret love is painful, but that It’s you who feels you are suffering, but we still have demands and hope to receive a response. Dear friends~ I would rather "secretly fall in love" with him and hide in the corner secretly just to look at his back, because that is enough... As long as he gives me this opportunity, I will feel very happy. If one day I can be with him When he talked, I felt like I might have to hide away because I was afraid that I would "scare" him if I got too excited. I didn't know what to say, for fear that he would see through my "little secret." So let me watch from a distance, watching him be happy, and my heartbeat will speed up with joy even in my sleep...
Dear friends, I am not stupid... I just want to love with all my heart. , I will graduate from college soon. It can be said that "pure" love will no longer exist in the future. Even if I want to be pure, what about him? Where is the family? This society is still realistic, and I still have to face the reality. I once liked someone so much, but the reality still makes me exhausted physically and mentally. I don't want anything, I just want to be nice to one person, but...does he think I'm material? Does he think I have an agenda? I don't think about anything. I just want to work hard with you and support you... I hope everyone will "envy" you. I hope our love can make you happy, but... I forgot, what am I too? None, I'm empty-handed~ I can't give you the kind of life you need, my liking may only bring you pressure.
So I am still waiting patiently, waiting for the day when the person who really doesn’t dislike me appears, who doesn’t dislike me for being unrealistic, who doesn’t dislike me for having nothing, who doesn’t dislike me for not being beautiful, You won’t dislike that my dream is actually very small - I just want you to be happy... You won’t dislike that I love fantasy, and you won’t dislike that I just want to be your little girl~ Dear friends, if you want to be happy, I will be happy too.
My happiness ~ is very simple! I want to treat everything calmly with a calm heart, and get closer to my happiness step by step! Dear friends, let us be happy together! Just like that Prose Essay 7
Just like that, I suddenly got news from you again. Since our separation, I have always been cautious and full of expectation to get news from you. However, this is not very good news.
When I heard it while holding the phone, the smile was still on my face, but I couldn't help but feel pain in my heart.
Why, why. I asked myself over and over again. Is it my fault or your fault. Did I hurt you by pretending to be indifferent, or did you do this on purpose, or did you simply ignore me and put me in a forgotten corner? I even doubt it.
I don’t know, I really don’t know.
In the past, too many things happened. When I met you, the sky was very blue, and the days that passed too slowly had already left me. Although, many people said that it was a day worth remembering. However, I still don’t know whether it was a blessing or torture to me. Likewise, when I meet you, I still don’t know whether it’s a blessing or a torture.
In those days, I was not close to you. Because, I think in that case, it may cause harm. However, I have not given up on you. I am silently supporting you, because I feel that these days will pass soon and I will meet you tomorrow.
Later, later, I still haven’t met you, but I’m not sad. Because, I always feel that you are by my side. You are not far away, waiting for me. Seeing the setting sun, I thought, that is the warmth you bring me.
However, later, when we met, it brought me doubts, pain, and uneasiness. Is it time that makes us not recognize each other? You raised your glass and smiled at me, but I couldn't say anything. I don't know what to say. But I don't have any malice towards such indifference, I just have too many complicated feelings and don't know what to say.
I think, maybe, I can’t be by your side anymore. However, when the spring breeze blows on my face, I will think of you; when it drizzles, I will think of you; when the sunset sets, I will still think of you. Just like this Prose Essay 8
Riding on the boat of life, drifting on the long river of time, in the blink of an eye, the small oar has rowed for fifteen years. Looking back on the past, the calm water still reflects the warm reflections of the past. Put a handful of nectar between your lips and teeth, and the sweetness slowly flows back into your heart.
The bubbles of memory surfaced, bursting with the touch of your fingertips, and the hazy memories unfolded instantly, lingering and echoing in your mind.
I vaguely saw the happy grandfather and grandson in the old brick house. It was a wonderful time for me. On the bamboo mat, grandma gently shook the cattail leaf fan and told magical and beautiful stories one after another. The evening breeze blows through the screen window, carrying the watery moonlight and grandma's soft words, relaxing in the hut filled with the fragrance of mugwort. The moving Chang'e, the brave Monkey King, and the lovely Jade Rabbit appear on the silver-white curtain. ...the ticking pointer goes round and round. By the time the singing of the grasshoppers outside the window began to climax, my grandma's hand shaking the cattail leaf fan had already settled down, and she was snoring slightly, and the vivid stories brought me into sleep.
When the moonlight dissipated, under the bright blue sky, the rows of willow trees swaying in the breeze created a green wave on the side of the wide road. The motorcycle was racing on the road, and it was my father and I who were talking and laughing on the car. Facing the wind, let your hair be pushed back by the wind, exposing your bright forehead to the baptism of the sun. My father and I talked about the past and present, and talked about everything. Even though my ignorant opinions always caused my father to burst into uninhibited laughter, and when the endless truth flowed out of his mouth, I could obediently close the mouth that I thought was clever. Small mouth, concentrate on listening to the lessons that cannot be learned in school, and then lock them deeply in the door of your heart, never to be lost again.
In the blink of an eye, the petite figure on the motorcycle has grown up. Sit at the desk and write neat columns of text with the pen in your hand dexterously. Indulging in the sea of ??books, I didn’t know when there was a cup of milk tea next to me. Stopping the pen in his hand, he was surprised to hear the faint fragrance of tea drifting into his internal organs. Stretching out my hand and gently holding the plain porcelain cup, the warmth immediately spread along the palm of my hand to every nerve in my body. In the white hot air, it seemed that I could see my mother's faint smile as she stared into her eyes.
Suddenly, my mind was filled with those little warm fragments; inadvertently, they spread to every corner of my heart and touched the softest places. It was like finding a key, unlocking the lock in my heart, and suddenly realizing that I had been immersed in family love, and that I had grown up slowly.
Just like this Prose Essay 9
Every year on March 8th, the female employees of the company gather together to celebrate their holiday. This year, fun competitions such as figure-rope jumping, shuttlecock kicking, and hydrangea throwing will be held.
The female workers completed the work at hand and arrived at the company’s basketball court on time. Most of them were wearing work clothes without any modification or decoration. Because there was a competition, most of them changed into sports shoes. They stood there casually, joking, and bursting into hearty laughter from time to time. At the beginning of the activity, departments were divided into teams. During the game, they will still laugh and laugh, applauding for a wonderful catch, and yelling for a mistake, but they will never be upset because of a broken rope, nor will they blame the other party for losing the ball. , everyone had a great time.
I took pictures from time to time, capturing all their happiness in my lens.
I saw the warehouse keeper Amei wearing a skirt. She is the only female worker who wears skirts all year round. Due to the sequelae of polio, her right foot is slightly lame, and she always wears ankle-length skirts to cover her thin and curved legs. She was throwing an embroidered ball, and the ball drew a red arc from her head and fell backwards. Her waist also bent backwards in a graceful arc, and the black skirt swayed slightly. Every time she throws a ball and the companion behind her catches it successfully, the female workers watching will applaud. She and her teammates cooperated tacitly and scored all ten goals. A bright smile hung on Amei's face.
Ling is skipping rope on the other side of the playground. Ling has a pair of slender legs and a beautiful face. I often think she has the charm of Taiwanese star Lin Chiling. Her baggy overalls couldn't hide her graceful figure, and her face without makeup always had a smile on her face. But I heard from colleagues who live next door to her that Ling’s husband is paranoid, suspicious, and has a bad temper. He often gets angry at Ling for no reason in the name of love. Ling was angry and funny, but she was tolerant of him. She just waited quietly for the gentle breeze and drizzle after the storm.
After Ling finished skipping rope, her normally yellowish complexion turned rosy, making her look even more beautiful.
I saw another fat figure. Her companions called her Nini. She must be in her thirties, she still has a baby face shaped like a red apple, and her fat waist makes even her work clothes look a bit narrow. Some people say that fat people can sing. This is true. I have heard Nini’s singing voice. When I went to the employee bath to take a bath, I saw that she was always murmuring and singing, not out of tune or out of tune, her voice was delicate and sweet, and her laughter was also exceptionally loud.
Looking from a distance, the women on the sunny playground look like a large field of blooming flowers, with different shapes and different fragrances.
Each of them has a story of their own. Maybe the story is not perfect, but what does it matter? Life should be like this fun competition where you can win prizes if you participate, and you don’t have to take the gains and losses too seriously. It is better to live a sad life than to fill the years with happiness. It's good to be simply happy like this.