Bingxin s prose, what are Bingxin s essays

A white rose.

How do you stand alone on the river? Is this hazy sky, dawn or dusk?

Where to ask, I only feel that there is a world of flowers in front of me. There are a few white roses in the middle.

She came, she came down from the mountains. Dressed in makeup, it seems to be a white body, hands.

Holding a large bouquet of flowers.

I said, "Come, give you a white rose, and a hairpin to put on the placket." She smiled.

A word, but I can't hear it. However, it seems that I did not pick it, and she did not wear it, but still held the flower and walked forward.

When I looked up at her way, I saw that both sides were full of flowers, hanging flowers, and falling flowers.

I think white flowers are better than red flowers; But why didn't I take it off, and why didn't she wear it?

Where is the road ahead, and why not go with her?

It's all gone, the flowers are hidden, the dream is awake, what is the road ahead? How have you ever worn it? I. Ice Heart.

Looking in the mirror and looking, the person in the mirror is not me. This is a doubt! in the classroom.

I listened to the lectures, walked and talked with my classmates in the courtyard, and I walked around the world from morning to night, and everyone recognized me as mine: whether it was really me is also a question!

It is also a question whether the me in everyone's eyes and the me in my own heart are the same me!

I sit alone at night, I wake up from a dream, and there is an occasional minute and a second in the three hundred and sixty-five days of the year.

It is also a question of whether I, who feel that I have unspeakable circumstances and thoughts, who am in the classroom, and who am in the classroom, and who are moving around the world, are the same me. This question is always a question! These two I, can never be analyzed.

If there is no hope of analyzing him, one must hope to unite him. I'm all around the world! In times of distraction and worry, please don't forget me sitting alone at night!

I'm sitting alone at night! In the silence and clarity, please don't forget me who is around the world! Remembering each other! Phase traction! Hold hands and move towards the future!

Hope you are satisfied!

1, "Mother".

Oh Mother! The storm in the sky came, and the bird hid in its nest;

The storm in my heart came, and I only hid in your arms.

2, "Paper Boat - Send Mother".

I never let go of a piece of paper, I always kept it—kept it, folded it into a very small boat, and threw it out of the boat and into the sea.

Some were swept into the windows of the boat by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck on the bow of the boat.

I still don't lose heart, stacking it every day, and there is always a lot of hope that one of them will flow to where I want it to go.

Mother, if you see a very small white boat in your dreams, don't be surprised that it falls asleep for no reason.

This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes, thousands of rivers and mountains, beg it to carry her love and sorrow back!

3, "The Flower of Success".

Successful flowers, people only envy her brightness when she appears in the reeds!

However, at the beginning, her buds were soaked in the tears of struggle and sprinkled with the blood of sacrifice.

4, "Tender Green Buds".

The tender green buds and the youth said: "Develop yourself and be subdued!" ”

Pale white flowers, and the youth said, "Contribute yourself!" ”

The crimson fruit said to the youth, "Sacrifice yourself!" ”