From despair to calm inner depiction

Hysteria today, lack of wind tomorrow. Maybe it's gone, maybe it's dead, maybe.

No, out of maternal care! The main thing to do is to break out a revolution from the depths of the heart, and change your mind and be a new person! For the girls you have hurt, all you can do is to burn incense and bathe every night, worship the Buddha and pray for blessings.

I wish them a good person sooner rather than ever to be happy!

Sooner or later, you'll have to pay it back!

I don't complain.

I am happy at work. I felt like a farmer at the halfway station.

Here, no matter what, I deserve to die! ......

I have no regrets. I struggled, but I failed. This is also common for people who work in our industry. However, I finally got some breath of the sea breeze.

Get on the road, Prevo! Our throats haven't choked yet, and we should keep going. ”

Look at a little bit, don't care too much about success and failure, but should lie in the process of doing things, from the process to find the cornerstone of joy and self-improvement, remember, many great people have a trough in life, what we should do is: love life.

Share the index finger's "Believe in the Future": When the cobwebs ruthlessly seized my hearth When the smoke of the ashes sighed the sorrow of poverty I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment Write with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future When my purple grapes turn into late autumn dew When my flowers nestle in the feelings of others I still stubbornly write on the bleak earth with the withered vines of frost

Believe in the future I want to use my fingers to rush to the sky I want to hold the sea of the sun with the palm of my hand Swaying the warm and beautiful pen of the dawn Write with the child's pen: Believe in the future The reason why I firmly believe in the future is that I believe in the eyes of the future She has the eyelashes to sweep away the dust of history She has the pupils to see through the chapters of the years Whether people are moved by tears and deep sympathy for our rotten flesh and skin, those melancholy of being lost, and the pain of failure, or giving contemptuous smiles and spicy ridicule I firmly believe that people will give a passionate, objective, and fair assessment of our spine of our spine, the countless explorations, the mistakes, the failures, and the successes Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their evaluation, friends, firmly believe in the future, believe in the indomitable effort, believe in the youth who defeated death, believe in the future, love life.

I have had failures and setbacks in difficult situations, and I have also had my deaths.

But think about the good side of life, think about the friends in life, your friends and your family.

I'm going to be in a better mood.

Think more about good things and give yourself a good faith.

The extremes of things must be reversed, carry it, just pass, and you will rise to a level.

The lyrical prose "Rhododendron Blooms" is written in an anthropomorphic way, using the writing skills of combining azaleas with the bumpy road of life, describing azaleas, colorful, strong vitality, not afraid of the cold and heat, not giving up on themselves because of the loss of nourishing water, but choosing to live strongly. After nine years of hard work, the spring of life has come, and the brilliance of life will bloom again, expressing the extraordinary experience of a person's life, giving people sighs and aftertastes. The article uses flowers as a metaphor for people, and it is far-reaching.

The narrative essay "Luo Mengtang in Hometown", the theme of the essay is good, describing the earth-shaking changes that have taken place in the hometown under the correct leadership of the party. The storyline is touching, especially the beautiful legend, which deeply touches people's hearts. The article is concise and beautiful, full of taste, and is the first prize of the 2015 "Chinese Love" National Poetry and Prose Competition.

The emotional essay "Autumn in the Suburbs" describes that the protagonist was exiled from the provincial agency to the suburbs, and felt hopeless in his heart, so he borrowed the scenery and romance to send his thoughts to things, lamenting that the future was like autumn, the leaves began to fall, and the future was bleak. However, after living in the suburbs for a while, he felt that the autumn in the suburbs was not as lost as he imagined in his heart, but full of an elegant scene, and the poetic pastoral life in the suburbs deeply attracted him, making him realize that although autumn is the season of falling leaves, it symbolizes maturity and harvest. Since then, he has rekindled the spark ...... life

the beautiful prose "October in the Hometown"; From the beginning of the first sentence, the vivid and busy rural scene comes to us under the author's delicate brushstrokes, "The cries of chickens, geese, and ducks converge into a joyful music, and the villagers return with smiling faces and carrying a load of golden rice." The author takes psychological changes as a clue, and describes the living conditions and living conditions of the people in his hometown in different periods as the main line. During the Anti-Japanese War, the pain of Tucheng was in the hearts of the people in my hometown, and it was also in my heart.

Now in October, it is the harvest season, look at "the villagers with smiling faces, no longer feel spasms in their hearts, no longer under the pressure of sorrow." And when I "returned" from the earthen city, looking at the silver path covered with green leaves, my heart seemed to be affectionate. "The ups and downs of psychological changes can also reflect the process of changing times.

At the end, the author raised the theme, "October in my hometown, although it has been shaken off the poverty line, is still far from the October I imagined in my heart. When will the song of the larks, the rumbling of the machines, the warmth of the sun, the wind-blown grass and the low cattle and sheep in October? This ending is a bit unexpected, the author often stays on the praise of the existing boiling harvest scene, the author opens a stroke, points out the shortcomings, and puts forward a new blueprint to make October in his hometown more exciting.

The works are like prose poems, the writing is beautiful and fresh, the poetic and picturesque scenes are interspersed with descriptions of the past and their own different psychological changes, and the structure is rigorous. Click to take a look when you have time.