Modern love prose poem 1: I miss you
Finally, it's like a tragedy that just ended quietly.
There is no howling north wind.
Snow and ice are hidden in the dark corner.
Thoroughly
Melt in the fiery embrace.
The stream is quietly moistening.
Gaunt. A winter drought began to recover.
Green flows between branches.
Primrose said many sweet words.
Colorful flowers become shy.
Sit in an empty corner
Since morning.
One minute, count the green symbols.
Sweet imagination has been written into a poem by time, with a lingering desire for love.
A group traveling together
You clothing shop
Different people will have different feelings after reading it.
I miss you in spring.
The darkness of night began to spread in the field of vision.
Heavy thoughts are entangled in my heart.
But it can't invade.
Grass that has sprouted in this season.
The night gave me a black impulse.
A lonely heart will become a barking dog at this time.
A lot of things you can't imagine.
Are drunk by dreams.
Sit down. Rely on the soft arms of spring
begin
Drinking green makes you indulge in a spring night.
Zuimei zuimei
Unforgettable charm
Modern Love Prose Psalm 2: Teenagers, Pinellia ternata in Flowers
Outside the window, it is drizzling, and the well-known "Summer Solstice of Thirty-eight Years" of Hetu circulates in our ears. Melodious melody and unique voice have brought us into a world where we can't tell the age, the story and the old friend.
Unconsciously took out a cigarette, put it in your mouth, and then skillfully took out a lighter to light it. Suddenly, my heart thumped. Through the corner of the drawer, there is a thick stack of yellowed stationery, and there is a paper crane folded by hand next to the stationery.
Standing on the railing outside the classroom and looking south is the only pastime in our busy study.
Once, when no one was around, she whispered, keep everything I gave you. We should all study hard now, and when we pass the exam, we can fall in love aboveboard.
We smiled at each other, as if the underground party were handing over secrets.
Every time she comes back from cooking in the canteen, she always buys an extra egg from time to time. Then, she came up to me and deliberately said, Oh, I bought an extra egg today. Look, I can't finish it. It's a pity to throw it away, so I'll give it to you. At least it's not a waste
Sometimes it's eggs, sometimes it's bread, and sometimes it's a cup of hot preserved egg lean porridge. She knows that I like salty food.
As for me, I am also very knowledgeable. I will buy more snacks or fruits that I can't eat from time to time, and then ask her to help me eliminate them. It happens that these snacks and fruits are her favorite.
Even so, she will deliberately reluctantly say, Oh, I won't help you. My daughter eats too many snacks, but she wants to gain weight. I don't want to gain weight.
In fact, I know that she wants me to say more, and then I will say, I think my aunt who sells things is very hard, and I want to buy more, which is also a token of love. Who ever thought that if I bought more than enough, you could do me a favor.
At this time, she will smile and reach out to pick up something, and at the same time whisper that it won't happen again, although this plot has been played many times.
There is always a cool drizzle in autumn night. Under the street lamp, an old woman selling baked sweet potatoes always stays up late and is reluctant to leave. This age should be the age to enjoy family happiness. I don't know whether it is to reduce the burden on children or to make a living.
Every time she goes to study at night, she will habitually buy one or two, three or four, eat one for herself, and then give the rest to her roommates. Sometimes when it rains, she will buy more and even buy the rest.
Once I couldn't help it, so I asked her how much you like baked sweet potatoes. She said, oh, you are so stupid. I don't like eating very much. I just watched grandma work so hard and tried my best to get her home early. Don't you want to go home early? I can't help feeling moved. It never occurred to me that this careless girl has such a gentle side in private.
I really want to tell her that if I see you every day, I really don't want to go home early.
The phone suddenly reminded me that it was my wife. When I connected the phone, I only heard that I bought some daily necessities here, and many of them were not easy to take. Please come down and pick me up.
Looking out the window, the rain has just stopped. I gently put the cigarette that was about to break back into the cigarette case, and I definitely didn't want to smoke it. At this time, I suddenly realized that this feeling has passed for a long time.
That year, I was a teenager, the sky was blue and the river was clear. Our world is clean and pure, without any dust.
Psalm 3 of modern love prose: Meeting you is my fate.
Remember the night when we first met?
Rainy days cover the eyes of the stars and the moon,
I can't find my way home,
In my memory, it is so ethereal and so far away.
I stood alone under the narrow eaves,
Staring helplessly at passers-by,
Their footsteps are in a hurry, and no one sacrifices time to stay.
Wearing a raincoat and holding an umbrella, leaving my sight like an escape,
The wind mixed with cold rain,
Invade my arms,
Rain melts in the cold wind,
Adding unbearable cold to the body and mind,
Standing there shivering with cold,
My eyes are white and black,
At this time, I want to find a clear sky.
Even a little warmth can drive away the cold of body and mind.
The ticking pointer swims in the wrist,
Like raindrops splashing on a wet and cold face,
Heart, twitching uncomfortably,
It's sour, maybe I can't see that warmth,
Umbrella cloth filled the streets,
It is sunny overhead, too.
Your smile appeared in front of my eyes,
A rare smile on a rainy night,
Lift your head slowly,
Strangers, drifting away with the wind in an instant,
Your umbrella keeps out the rain at night,
Your presence blocked the rain,
In the story, I understand that you and I met once.
It's just that I didn't care about you then,
I have devoted myself to tireless research,
Your eyes are never far away from me,
In this way, we met, on that rainy night,
Listening to your warm words,
Feel the warm spring you brought,
Your smile infected me, and my smile wiped away the sad tears.
The cloud is a boat, and your heart and mine walk in the blue sky.
The wind sails, and the love of love emerges from the sky.
Put your love in the clouds, and the clouds will soften your lips.
Stay in the breeze, the breeze blows the whole sky blue,
Your love has soaked the summer sky, and Xia blushed.
Your love captivates the eyes of the stars and the moon, which are hidden above the mountains.
You weave the love that belongs to you and me with deep affection,
You write romantic poems about your life and mine with your true love,
Meet, get to know each other, know each other, fall in love, stay together for a long time,
You and I were predestined friends in previous lives, so we can hold your hand and grow old together in this life.
Drunk to see the autumn leaves fluttering, the wind blowing colorful butterflies dancing silk sleeves,
Love walks hand in hand through spring, summer, autumn and winter in the crystal clear winter snow.
I will be with you day and night in this life,
I will be with you in this life,
You are a mountain overlooking the distance,
And I, for you, would like to turn into a spring water by your side.
Meeting you is my destiny,
Your heart and mine are closely linked,
The dusty feelings have returned to my heart because of you.
Your love makes me intoxicated in the harbor of happiness forever.
Modern Love Prose Psalm 4: Rain in a Small Town
Ye Cong didn't go to Beijing because there are people in this city that he can't forget.
My friend doesn't understand why she can refuse the olive branch from the top 500 domestic enterprises. Ye Cong just smiled and went on working.
As Ye Cong's best friend, Fang Lin understands him. She doesn't question Ye Cong's choice, but as usual, she hates iron not to produce.
"You haven't made progress? It has been half a year. "
"How can you chase a girl like this? Encourage her to save her predecessor. What will you do if she really goes? "
"I can't stand you."
Ye Cong ignored her and just looked at the heavy rain outside the window. "Come on, I'll buy you a drink."
In fact, he can't drink either. After drinking three or two glasses, his face turns slightly red. "One day, she will know."
"How do you know that you want her to understand? Or just tell her? "
"She can't forget that person, but I am willing to give her time, and she will see my efforts."
"Ye Cong, can't you be a man? You're not thinking about her. You're just afraid of rejection You're just running away, you know? "
"I", Ye Cong stare blankly Fang Lin, don't know what to say.
"Well, you gave up the opportunity to go north for her this time. Shouldn't she know? " A cold wind blew outside the window and her face flushed. "This wine is a bit strong today. I'm going back first. Think for yourself. "
Fang Lin figure disappeared in the doorway, Ye Cong has been staring at her, then suddenly gulp the wine in the glass, as if determined.
Two days later, Ye Cong was having breakfast when a short message suddenly sounded on his mobile phone. Looking at the sender's name, he opened it uneasily:
"Ye Cong, thank you, you let me strengthen my choice, it's good to know you. I want to go to the city with him to pursue my own happiness. You must be happy. "
At that moment, Ye Cong felt that time was still.
It was Fang Lin who came to see him. She gently put her lunch box on the table to help him clean up the messy room.
This is the third day, Fang Lin will come every day, while Ye Cong is lying in bed, almost motionless.
This time Fang Lin stayed longer than before. She tried to say something, but she held back. Finally, she stood up. "Remember to have lunch on the table."
When she walked to the door, Fang Lin paused. "I have to go. Take care of yourself. It's for me and for me once. "
Ye Cong thinks this is a bit strange. He looked at the door and saw only a tearful side face. At this moment, he suddenly found that Fang Lin is actually very beautiful, really, very beautiful.
Three days later, Ye Cong submitted his resignation report, and a week later, Ye Cong set foot on the train going north.
Ye Cong is an eccentric, and his friends have reached an agreement. It is strange that he wants to go to a small company that is not well known. There is no such good company.
Ye Cong has got on the train at this time. He stared at the scenery outside the window for a long time. The mobile phone screen on the desk is always on, and there is a message on it:
"I have to go, go home on a blind date. Actually, it's time to go, but I'm sorry to say goodbye to you this way. You shouldn't know. Actually, I like you, but these days, I know I have no chance. That's ridiculous. I always said you were a coward. Actually, I'm just like you, just better than you. At least I did. Hey, go to Shanghai to find it.
It was windy last night, and it rained again in the town today. Ye Cong tightened his tight clothes. He doesn't understand why the town is so beautiful at this time, just as he can't figure out who he chose to stay at that time.
The train runs smoothly, but its destination is not Beijing or Shanghai, but Harbin, the northernmost province in China.
Psalm 5 of Modern Love Prose: If life is just like the first sight,
To this day, I still believe that no matter whether a relationship ends well or not, at least two people are destined to meet and have the honor to accompany each other, to be a memory of holding your hand and the warmth of the past that can be touched. I am willing to believe that the fate of meeting you at the beginning of the year is real, which is a rare joy.
It's just that the ethereal future determines the impermanence of the outcome, as Dian's Farewell to Heaven said: "Happiness doesn't conform to Newton's law of inertia at all, it always comes to an abrupt end when it slides smoothly."
There used to be a beautiful love story in Korean history books, which hides the vicissitudes of life for a hundred years. It is the answer to the interweaving of truth and disillusionment, and it has deep feelings that you and I may not be able to comment on.
Yin Xinde still clearly remembers her first meeting with the town. It was a bright window, and the sun was slightly drunk by the window. She was in a trance and had a clear vision. The tall and straight figure between light and shadow is looming, and her eyes describe the man, clean face and focused expression. His clear and magnetic voice slowly gushed out of the book, attracting the girl's heart.
The season of meeting is beautiful, but when the spring flowers are blooming, the beautiful scenery continues the life of the story.
When North Korea was trampled by foreign powers, Jin Zhen, as a patriotic youth, devoted himself to a new drama performance during his study in Japan, aiming at promoting the national spirit. He has a literary dream, hoping to awaken the conscience of China people. At the time of national crisis, Jin Zhen led his fellow travelers to forge ahead and spare no effort to save the country. This kind of courage at the cost of life makes the first picture have a soul, and gradually attracts your heart and morality into it, and you can't extricate yourself.
Time is like a pot of wine, quietly brewing shallow love into deep love, and this friendship takes root in the dribs and drabs of getting along day and night until it is deeply rooted. This longing swept their world like a tornado. Even if forced to separate, she bravely risked her life once because she wanted to live with her son forever. Woo Jin Kim no longer endures the marriage bondage of parents' orders and matchmakers' words, and Yin Xinde is no longer willing to deceive herself to marry others.
What they want is very simple, to be with the people they love, not to be vigorous, but to be as light as running water. Only sometimes, some things can be done without thinking, and the happiness of being in the right place at the right time does not belong to them at all. It's more like a joke that God brought us together. We can't get married. Destined to be inseparable, doomed to pass by.
One is a famous soprano and the other is the son of Mokpo's richest man. Family obstruction and secular fetters, like cold shackles, punish their affection. If they follow the arrangement of reality and choose the end of the world after a short stay, maybe many years later, looking back, I thank him or her for having appeared in life. There is no amazing beauty of love at first sight, but everlasting love is enough to prove their affection.
There are too many sorrows in this world, and how many past events have become empty, all of which are just the regrettable endings of passing by each other in a hurry. Maybe time will heal all the pain, and then people who are close at hand will miss each other and bless each other. This is another kind of perfection.
If life is only the first sight, it means that it is just a stranger, and everything will be fine in this world. Since we don't know what will happen in the future, all we can do is cherish the good times. Maybe the ending is not satisfactory, but the past is still there and can be placed.
Most good things are not firm, colorful clouds are fragile, and glass is fragile. If the ending is really as beautiful as it looks at first sight, if it is silent love and silent joy, it will be great, if it is too delicate, it will be too fragile. The reality is that this pure love was smashed to pieces.
For Xindehe Town, it is a hard-won fate to hold hands with like-minded people in a vast world and a vast sea of people. In that turbulent era of troubled times, they experienced forced separation and suffered from missing. How can they give up the warmth of nostalgia for a reunion?
Since there is no place for us in this world, I am willing to use my life as an exchange to protect this love.
1926 at 4 am on August 4, Xuantan, the official passenger ship Deshou Maru.
On the deck where the sea breeze blows, there are only a pair of dancing figures. Men and women looked at each other with deep affection and nostalgia, making a final silent farewell, and the dress flew to the extreme.
They looked at the deep sea as if it were boundless darkness, listened to the surging waves, locked their fingers and walked step by step to the depths of the sea.
The darkness from the attack, the restless sea water for a moment, the sea water is cold, but the soul will have the warmth of dwelling.
I can only say that Xindehe Town met the right person at the wrong time. I can only say that in the era when they lived, this love not only bears the individual, but also bears the motherland. If even the only love that can support them to go on is deprived, what can be more complete than this eternal choice?
Zhen and Xin De chose to pay homage to love, and their subsequent grief and indignation had nothing to do with them.
Time has passed, and love is still the most tender place in people's hearts, looking forward to meeting each other in their lifetime; I think I am as happy as a pale dog, and I love you as long as the wind; I chose such a big world and met you.
Haruki Murakami wrote in 1Q84: "It doesn't matter if you are alone. As long as you love someone from the heart, life will be saved, even if you can't live with him. " It should be as beautiful as bright sunshine, leaving room for beauty. He appears in my life and I will cherish the happy time together. When he leaves me, I will pack up my emotions and move on. I have had warm sunshine and beautiful cities, and I am not afraid of losing my heart. I look forward to the future of flowers and birds.
If life is like the first time, I still clearly remember that afternoon when the sun was slightly drunk. The man's clear voice slowly poured down from the floating light and reached the girl's heart. This love, with a gentle encounter, is enough.