I want some good prose 20

Time, the weasel that can't be caught Zhou Tao.

The devil visits Qian Zhongshu at night Qian Zhongshu.

Ugly stone Jia Pingwa.

I am with the Temple of Earth Shi Tiesheng.

Taoist Tower, Mogao Grottoes, Yu Qiuyu.

Qingtang Lotus Rhyme" Ji Xianlin.

Invisibility cloak Yang Jiang.

I thought—my grandmother is still there, and I'm still running around like a little tail after my grandmother like I did when I was a kid.

I thought—my grandfather is still there, and he is still holding my little hand and walking in the field with the old ox.

I think - when my grandmother came back to her hometown, she sat on a low stool in front of the door, still telling me those old stories ......

I think - my parents are still young, and I still play in their arms like I did when I was a child.

However, time is merciless, it took away my grandmother and my grandfather, it not only ruthlessly devoured the bodies of my fathers, but also began to conquer the city in our bodies, and generations of people have passed like this!

Whenever I am alone, I think, I think about the past, the present, the future, life, and sometimes I want to leave all alone to travel, travel can broaden my horizons, can make people learn to be independent, and can also make people happy. My parents often say that I am too dependent on my thoughts, and I used to have the care of my parents, but now that I have a child, I should become strong and become a safe haven for my child. There are still decades to come, and if you live, you should make progress every day, and you must know that society is progressing, and we also need to improve.

Whether it is for my parents, my children or myself, I have to work hard to earn money, and my family can live a peaceful and stable life, without having to be ridiculed by others when I go from home to abroad, and selfishly say that this is the whole meaning of my life.

I think I can give up a lot of things, but I definitely can't give up on what I'm pursuing.

I think I'm a money-savvy one! Although money is not everything, everything is built on a certain material basis. If it weren't for money, the country wouldn't be able to engage in economic construction, and if it wasn't for economic construction, how could people be prosperous together; If it weren't for the money, people wouldn't work hard, and if they didn't work hard, how could they get out of poverty and backwardness; If it's not for the money... Money can change a lot of things, and with money, I can do a full body check-up for my parents every year; With money, I can cultivate children's extracurricular artistic development; With money, I can buy a house and get out of poverty; If I have money, I don't have to look at the white eyes of others and be washed by others.

I don't want to use beautiful words to flaunt myself, even though others will say that I am vulgar, yes, I am a vulgar person and a vulgar person!

You are a wisp of wind.

The vast red dust, the drifter is the only one who is alone!

The hustle and bustle of the red dust, who is a light note on the strings of my dreams, ringing my dusty days?

From time to time, I feel like I have been struck by loneliness, immersed in melancholy and pain, and this pain, rolling out of my head, scattered all over the place, so much, so much! It's far, it's far! I couldn't stand the weight of this unwarranted loneliness.

I really want to think that in that lonely March, I went to wander far away alone.

March, romantic and warm-hearted. But it has stretched my sorrows so long.

Unexpectedly, in this season, it was you, a red you! The unintentional encounter has ruined the beauty of my life.

As a result, this melancholy season has also become amorous and angry: the grass grows and the warbler flies, the flowers are in full bloom, the peach trees are red, the loquat trees are green, the swallows call spring, and the children cry the moon. It's really you, the wind is coming, the rain is coming, and the birds of March are coming!

The wings polish the blue sky, the heart flies in the sky, and the white clouds tell me that a thousand years of dreams!

The sun is red, the moon is bright, I hold back my tears and let my thoughts fly!

However, last night last year, you left quietly, without a word, without a word of blessing, without a word of goodbye.

As a result, the sky is dark, the spring breeze does not blow, the colorful clouds do not cross, the snowflakes do not fall, and the tears do not sail and flow!

The rain clouds do not enter the dream of King Xiang, and the twelve Wushan are empty. The yellow leaves fall without wind, and the autumn clouds are cloudy without rain. If there is love in the sky, the sky will be old!

At that time, I could not bear the weight of this unwarranted anger, and I really wanted to run to the top of the stormy mountain with long hair and a butcher's knife in my hand, shake my arms, and laugh wildly in the sky!

In the days that followed, I could not get out of the season of longing, the lonely earth planted the desolate autumn, planted my poor poems and my bitter dreams, my distant eyes, tears slipped silently, and the painful thoughts turned into tears, which flowed for half a century. I want to cry!

I miss you so much!

Today this year, saying that you are alone in a place far away, you say that you miss me, and you want to cry. I am often anxious on the hillside of the setting sun, tie the turban, and untie the turban! You said, you understand the tragedy of the sunset, and you understand the desolation of the raincoat hitting the wood!

You ask me, did you sleep well last night last year? Is the sky good over here?

I, last year had no sleep! The sky is raining every day!

Since then, I have often stood in the twilight of your absence. The mountain breeze blew my long dashing hair, did it blow your white siege skirt too? How I think that many years later, we can still have those warm days. At that time, there will still be a thin, light rain in the sky.

Looking for a place in life, put aside a trace of shallow ink.

once yearned, the touch of the fingertips of the talented poet; The mountains and rivers in the eyes of the birds that once longed for and flew high; I once longed for the sweet happiness of lovers holding hands in the beautiful night market.

But yearning is just yearning after all, without the foundation of reality, you will never be able to pick up the stars in your heart.

Life is full of regrets, starting in the busy, ending in the busy, ups and downs, gradually getting lost in the fantasy world full of unknowns, and becoming a slave to money.

People always like to pursue what they don't have, ignoring what they have, and the life rendered by light ink is like a landscape painting, poetic everywhere, but frustrated everywhere. Stay in the happiness of humor stranded in the red world.

Perhaps, tears are still in the eyes waiting for the season to fall; Perhaps, the dream stays on the other side and looks forward to the moment of wakefulness; Perhaps, the heart is excited to achieve a glorious passing year.

How much sorrow is hidden in life? And how many laughs linger in my mind?

The endless sorrows, the unclear sorrows, the dissatisfied love, and the endless laughter together constitute the colorful life of life.

A drop of light ink stays on the tip of the pen, waiting for the moment to sway, and the result is a gorgeous picture.