Help write a touching prose or long poem

Touching prose poem "Falling Leaves":

Spring. Thou stretch out thy tender green buds;

In summer, you bloom with green flowers;

In autumn, you have lost your yellow leaves.

I will accompany you all your life.

But you left me alone with the hardest winter.

Every day, I am accustomed to sitting in front of the window, with the softness of my heart, stringing the words into prayer beads, writing on the plain notes of the years, those bright or sad, are the imprints of my soul, I don't want to add too much embellishment, and I don't want anyone to be able to read it, just to look back many years later, I can still feel it, and it is beautiful.

The days of interdependence with the text are so tranquil and quiet and beautiful, I can follow the footsteps of the words, dialogue with the ancients, and talk to the present people about Zen. I can be in the fragrance of words, go to Qinhuai to shake, go to the desert to find eagles, ten miles of long pavilion plug outside the song, Bashu night to see the flow of fireflies, I can tell the heart, lightly say the sorrow, borrow the wind to invite the moon, deep description remember, I can use words to write the old time, in the reincarnation of the season, enjoy my joys and sorrows, in this life, I am fortunate to be able to guard a pear blossom like snow heart, in the eight hundred miles of smoke of the text, with the touch to spread a warm and moist, in the years in the water tassel of the faint feelings, shallow, deep love.

1, "Shayanara".

For Japanese girls.

The most is the gentle oak that bows his head, like a water lotus flower that is not shy, and the shyness of the cool breeze is precious, and the word is cherished, and there is a sweet sorrow in that cherishment

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2, the singing voice of "Night" is ethereal.

The fish floats and flickers.

Guarding the dog, the air is like a crack.

Waves, beating.

The singing is far away. The fish floats and sinks.

The barking of the dog fell silent.

Waves, beating.

This is the night, the destination of the night

3, "Broken Chapter".

You stand on the bridge and look at the view, and the people watching the view look at you from upstairs.

The bright moon decorates your window, and you decorate the dream of don't feast on people.

4, "Tragic Song".

I will never see you again in this life.

Just for, goodbye.

It's not you anymore. The inner you are never again.

What reproduces is just some vicissitudes.

The sun, the moon and the passing years.

5. "Portrait of a Tree".

When the smile in the wind is no longer fragrant.

The gentle words have fallen silent.

When the pupils of the stars grow cold and dark.

And thousands of mountains and paths are gone.

I'm just a lonely tree.

Resisting the advent of autumn.

Poetry, like a fish, swims in the long river of history;

Poetry, like a bird, sings in a low voice on the tree of time;

Poetry, like a star, shines brightly in the sky in ancient times.

Reading poetry always brings me inexplicable emotion, it is like a white flower blooming on a cyan vine, bright and moving.

In the early morning light, accompanied by a few blushing clouds. I read Li Bai's poem in the courtyard, and he said: "The difficulty of Shu Road is difficult to go to the blue sky."

I think of the passages that have been built in the steep valleys. The ancestors of ancient China were so brave and imaginative, they were not afraid of difficulties, they were not afraid of the road and dangers, and created countless miracles with their own hands. He also said:

An Neng broke his eyebrows and bent his waist to deal with the powerful, which made me unhappy! "What a bold expression. It is not easy to be in a sinister officialdom, and what is commendable is that he still has a righteous spirit in his stove pants!

Integrity is a kind of wind bone, like the pine of the mountain cliff, the plum in winter, and the wind and snow show the wind and bones. His pride of "breaking through the wind and waves will be sometimes, and the clouds will sail into the sea". I was moved; I was moved by his nostalgia of "looking up at the bright moon and bowing his head to think of his hometown"; I was also moved by his friendship of "Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun to send me love".

These few sentences made me see the light and friendship in the world, and I understood the warmth but desolation of longing.

In the afternoon when the shower first stopped, I smelled the fragrance of the earth, leaned against the window, and appreciated the life in the poem. "The desert is lonely, and the sun sets on the long river. "Outside the fortress, there is always the eternal yellow sand, the Gobi, and those soldiers who are pure and wise have to endure the raging battle of the wind and sand.

I admire them and praise them. Deng Jia first hooked the sand like a snow moon'Gobi has been incognito for decades, and it's hard to imagine how he did it. "But to make the dragon city fly, do not teach Hu Ma to Yin Mountain.

Magnificent. The arrogance in the bones of the Chinese cannot be extinguished, and the current international situation is not necessarily bright, and local conflicts are continuous. In the face of provocations, we must not compromise easily, and we should stand up bravely and defend the dignity of the People's Republic of China like the ancients!

In the buffered sunset, smell a few birdsongs and take a dip in the shadowy huts. I saw the woman who stared at her eyes all day long, and her heart was sorrowful: "The flowers float and the water flows freely, and there is a kind of lovesickness and two sorrows."

Is she too lonely? She frowned, but she was worried about her heart, who understands it? Who will share the many sorrows that can't be carried for her?

In my heart, I couldn't help but be shrouded in a layer of haze. I guess: how many times will Yi An sit alone in the lonely courtyard, how many times will he see the ruthlessness of the west wind roller blinds, and how many times will he be alone, lost in the sadness that people are thinner than yellow flowers?

Looking for and seeking, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable", reading this hidden pants Jane, I want to brush away the dust in my heart for her, and I want to pour her three glasses and two light wines to get drunk with her.

Poetry, is it the flying snowflakes? Just one piece is enough to make people peaceful. When you are alone, make a cup of fragrant tea for yourself, and feel the soul of poetry in the smart ink.

Because I love you. I learned to give up.

When you no longer love me, when loving you has become a burden to you, when loving each other has become a pain, then I choose to give up.

I gave up on you because I loved you. Because I love you, I don't want to see you unhappy; Because I love you, I don't want to see you endure the inner struggle; Because I love you, I don't want to see your reluctant smile; Because I love you, I am willing to let you go.

When love is a thing of the past, why bother to pursue it? Forcing will not get happiness, forcing can only widen the rift between you and me, and can only deepen the pain of you and me. If you really want to go, I have no words but to let you go.

I used to think you were a kite, I held that string in my hand, no matter where you fly, I ended up being your belonging. Now I finally understand that in fact, if I love you, I shouldn't bind you.

When is the spring flower and autumn moon, and how much do you know about the past? "The past is like the wind, it's better to let it go with the wind. When everything is empty, only memories accompany me. Time can dilute everything, including the heart I love you.

I don't want you to see my tears, because I'm afraid you'll be soft-hearted, but you won't be happy. Because I love you, I won't force it with tears, so I let you go. Your heart is gone, why should I leave your people?

I aspire to last forever, but if it's just a luxury, then I might as well just have it. Once had your love, that's enough. Because there is a love, which is called renunciation.

Giving up is not selfless giving. Giving up on you is not only a love for you, but also a care for myself. I am sad to give up on you, but I will not regret it.

You are made to disappear from my life because "long pain is better than short pain". When I'm old and dying, I still don't regret it. Because I once loved you.

Because I love you, I want you to be happy.

It has been said that there will be no eternal love in this world. Between you and me, if even short-term love can't exist, it's better to let go of each other. If you love you, you will be allowed to pursue your happiness. As long as you are happy, I will be happy.

Because of everything about you, I care.

If you were to leave me, I wouldn't blame you, only myself, and I would love you too much. Maybe it's my excessive spoiling that makes you accustomed to calm, maybe it's my excessive indulgence that makes you irresponsible, maybe it's my excessive love and pity that makes you stressed, maybe it's love for her beautiful face that makes you lose your way. It's only to blame you and me.

When you want to leave, please leave me alone, you just tell me that you don't love me anymore and you have to go. I will let you go, and I will not beg you to stay, even if I hear the sound of my own heart breaking. When you're gone, don't look back.

Turning back is a mistake, and turning back is an injustice to you and me. If you go, don't regret it.

Because I love you, I should let you go.

Because I know that there is a kind of love called giving up, and that is the deepest love for you.

Be a happy person from tomorrow.

Feed the horses and chop firewood to travel the world.

Care about food and vegetables from tomorrow.

I have a house.

Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming.

Communicate with each and every one of your loved ones from tomorrow.

Tell them about my happiness.

The blissful lightning told me.

I'm going to tell everybody.

Give every river and every mountain a warm name.

Strangers, I bless you.

May you have a bright future.

Give every river and every mountain a warm name.

May you have a lover and eventually become married.

May you be blessed on earth.

I just want to face the sea and the spring flowers bloom.

Haizi "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms".

Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms" is Haizi's lyrical masterpiece, written on January 13, 1989, two months later, Haizi committed suicide by lying on the rails near Shanhaiguan. The poem "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms" uses simple, clear, timeless and fresh language to imagine a fresh and lovely, vibrant and happy life in the world, and expresses the poet's sincere and kind prayer that every stranger will be happy in the world.

I created my own song. I hope I like it.

My Childhood in the Great Northern Wilderness".

Every morning starts, illuminates the good time of the soul, looks out the window under the orange tree, and thinks about my childhood innocence.

In the dream, I recalled the Great Northern Wilderness, the sorghum was rich in harvesting and farming, the river algae in the corn field, and the winter bear howling chased us in a panic;

Looking at the fields, the snow is heavy, the pine trees are chirping, and the squirrels are eating beautifully;

The sound of felling in the distance in the Xing'an Mountains, the trees were sent to the city to be burned; Add a warming room to my cabin.

In early summer, the cicadas are chirping, and the creek is full of green trees; The crane flies north to the courtyard;

Every time I feed them, I play the harmonica and the cranes chirp, and every time the cries are pleasant, like the crane's wife accompanies me, and the fruit trees and orange blossoms bloom all over the court; I stopped singing, and the crane lay on my feet and still fell asleep, sometimes flying away in the air; Come back and give me a plum; Thank you Tsuru Wife!

I have fun with the landscape, out of the peach blossom fairyland, a few years later out of the mountains, ah! Say goodbye to the Great Northern Wilderness; Farewell to the crane wife!

Nature is wonderful, and one day I will be with you.

This group Qiankun Pavilion is created with heart, I hope the author likes it, happy Spring Festival, and good luck in the Year of the Dragon!

You can take a look at the books of Xi Murong or Zhang Xiaofeng, most of their essays belong to delicate and emotional prose.