Worried about rambling prose

In daily study, work and life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with prose, right? Prose is characterized by expressing the author's views and feelings through the description of some fragments or events in real life. What kind of prose is really good prose? The following are my endless essays for reference only. Let's have a look.

Holding a glass of water, my thoughts are fixed in this rising fog. Just after watching the TV series "Sweet Love Again", I remembered a sentence said in it, life should have goals, work hard, stick to your own choices, and bear your own choices no matter how hard you suffer. Yes, maybe this kind of thing should be the same. Learn to bear deep thoughts and learn to bear hardships. ...

We don't know where the leaves that grew on the same tree a hundred years ago floated, and the rain scattered us; We don't know where the clear tears fell three hundred years ago, and the wind blew us dry; We don't know who was in the same boat 500 years ago, and the road separated us. The world is full of people and emotions, and we are looking for the fate of past lives. In a smile, a grain of sand and a grain of dust, how many things we can cherish all our lives; A hurried crowd, a light life, how many centuries of love passed by. This century-old fate is like dust blown by the wind. We met in a strange place on a vast land. Before we smile, the wind blows us away, leaving only a wisp of dust fragrance and a trace of silent regret lingering in our hearts.

The fate of a thousand years has calmed our hearts, and we have collected the fate of a hundred years, waiting for future generations to continue the arrival of another Millennium. In this way, our political career is thriving with the discovery of a thousand-year fate, quiet memories, quiet life and quiet happiness.

Because there is love in our world, life is beautiful and moving. Because our life exists in the world, love can be sealed as a permanent memory. Everything comes and goes, and time not only represents a hundred years, but also represents endless fate. In this world, we realize the greatness of affection, friendship and love. We don't know, in our hearts, there is such a hazy century-old emotion, which warms us all the time and continues our faint attachment.

How many people have you missed in the rain in your life on lonely days? How many people do you think of in the snow? We don't know. We can only choose the best expression-continuous missing.

Perhaps, we will not know ourselves until we die, who we really are, a leaf we met a hundred years ago, a tear who fell, and the boat we crossed with; Maybe we can't measure it until we die. In this light life, how many centuries of feelings others have given us, and how much we miss them.

Unlimited care ...

Then I read the dating plan made by that silly girl Qin Xiang, and suddenly I want to make a contract with my boyfriend.

1 AA system management is implemented, and one person is responsible for accounting (its eligibility criteria are: ① spending money properly and being economical; ② The monthly accounts should be clear and correct; ③ Reasonable arrangement of daily expenditure standards; Everyone should have a one-month probation period; ⑤ The person who finally convinces the other party will undertake the task of bookkeeping).

Both parties must be honest with each other, focusing on the exchange of feelings, conduct and personality, and must not hide anything from each other, otherwise they will be severely punished (the punishment method is proposed by the injured party).

In the process of communication, we should attach importance to the common interests of both parties, and help each other, care for each other and love each other (the interests, honor and chastity of the other party shall not be harmed, otherwise the injured party will make compensation).

Love begins with the word "love" and continues with the word "love", picturesque; All the extra greed can only make people feel bored and disgusting. True love is not a temporary impulse, but a mature friendship, the result of rational thinking, not the attraction of both sexes. First of all, we must become true friends, and then we can become sentient beings.

Actually, it's really funny to look at the conditions listed by yourself, isn't it? Does it exist in reality? It really doesn't match. Maybe it's really a fantasy. When I was eleven, I called Huan to go home. She said that she would not come back, and she would go to Hangzhou to play. As soon as I heard it, I crawled on the map to find it. Where is Hangzhou? So far, I finally found it. It's really pathetic to think that I've never been anywhere when I grow up. She is so cool. I really envy her. At that time, I wanted to go out to play when I was a child. At that time, my parents were worried that I would be sold by a liar. Although I won't be sold when I grow up, my parents still don't trust me. They said I was too simple and would be cheated by others. They want to work in coastal areas, but they told my fortune teller that the south is not good for me, so I am not allowed to go to such places, but I still told my mother that I also want to travel. My mother said yes, who are you going with? I said no one, it would be much cheaper to go alone. Mom said, then find a boyfriend to take you with you. I feel dizzy. Who are you looking for?

Sorrow Endless Prose 2 is a pot of wine, and every bosom friend has several glasses of wine. Drink it, and it will turn over the river; Concerned about a cup of tea, faint fragrance, the more mellow, the more memorable; Concern is a sword, hanging on the wall, but always reminding me; Concern is a painting, criss-crossing, vague pen and ink, artistic conception is always behind the mountains and rivers.

Caring is a deep homesickness. You are here and I am there.

Pay attention to the full moon in the sky, I am in front of you, you are looking forward to it, Cowherd and Weaver Girl, when will we reunite?

Concern is a casual look back. There are more silent complaints than vocal complaints, and everything is silent.

At this time, I am worried about my parents. In the hometown of winter, light snow flutters and falls lightly on the earth, wetting the land and moistening the wheat fields. Under the eaves, in the spacious corridor, my mother sat in front of the sewing machine. The old sewing machine was trampled, and a pair of shoe pads were stuffed between her fingers, rolling out fine stitches. Although my mother is over 80 years old, it is very gratifying to hear that rhythm. My father, a naive and stubborn old man, gave up smoking all his life a few years ago and never asked for another cigarette. I, a man stunned by the smell of smoke, am ecstatic about my father's broken wrist. Run all the way home, accompany the old man, after breakfast, sit at the table, drink tea and watch the opera.

It is his wife who lives with him in his octogenarian years. At this age, they prefer silence to noise. The people that the old people care about every day are nothing more than their own children and grandchildren. Who else in their world? At this age, old people are the center of the circle, children and grandchildren are the radius, and this circle is their world. No matter how big the outside world is, it has nothing to do with them. Can't walk, can't eat, can't be excited, can't be angry, and have a happy day when you are happy.

People live 80 years old, live in harmony with the world, live under the same roof for four generations, live in peace, watch flowers bloom and fall, listen to flowers fall, enjoy life, and be simple and peaceful.

At this point, I am still worried about the person I gave birth to. My son, facing the sunrise and accompanied by bright lights at night, is studying hard for three years. Yesterday in the group, the teacher sent photos to reward the children. Some children have oranges in their hands, some children don't, and my son does. I am very pleased to see my son's dynamics. However, the parents are very lively, with intense discussion, speculation and analysis, some happy and some tangled. How can you judge a hero by an orange in one's life?

My concern, I care about his tense life, can I drink hot water, eat hot meals, adapt to the fast pace, resist the pressure of study and resolve the haze in my heart.

My concern, do you care about me? Although I don't have your phone number, although I know there is no problem with your ability to live independently, I am still worried.

Last holiday, parents' meeting and parents crowded at the school gate. I pushed my way to the front and waited to open the door. I walked eagerly to my son's classroom. When I got to the classroom, parents were already sitting in the children's seats, so I signed up. The monitor shouted. I saw my son waving to me. I haven't seen you for a month. I open my arms to you. Your classmates are watching me. I don't care. I hugged you.

This is the gesture that my concern should have.

There is no phone this weekend. Looks like you stood me up. My troubles, as long as you are good, saving time on the phone, drinking a glass of water, washing your feet and eating a fruit are all my hopes.

Caring is the action of the heart, which hurts a little. Very painful, very worried, very vague, turning.

Caring is a kind of fate, but also a kind of fate. I care about you, you care about me, separated by autumn frost and cold dew, separated by 3 thousand weak water, separated by past lives, you are here, I am here, you have me, peace and tranquility.

Caring is a distant idea, an opposite feeling, an agreement that we will not meet. Usually, in the dead of night, I think of my dead grandmother. Grandma, are you okay? Do you have enough clothes? It is very cold in winter. Remember to wear more clothes. Why is there death? Why do you separate us from Yin and Yang? Does life really have an end? Grandma, where are you?

The world is the most bitter, and grandma knows best. She became a widow in her thirties and lived to be a hundred years old. In grandma's life dictionary, besides suffering, it is gratitude.

Years have given people endless hardships. In fact, the most difficult thing to walk over is the demons. There is no unbearable sin in the world. I am open-minded, strong and optimistic, and time will never overcome beauty.

What is suffering? The most difficult thing for people to overcome is not others, but their own hearts. When you walk through Qianshan, you look back and still stand there. The difference is that you saw some scenery, but you still got something. This is life.

I 100-year-old grandmother, I care about you. I gnawed at your history like a textbook. My concern, beyond the world of mortals, is the wealth of my life. Grandma, thank you for having you in my life.

Care is a flower that blooms in the heart. Once planted, it will take root and sprout.

Caring, let us learn to care, learn to remember, learn to be passionate, learn to be fireworks, and learn to be considerate. Learning to care means growing up.

The world is warm because of caring, and how many stories the world has added because of caring. In the world of mortals, I am concerned about morning glory, flying south in a wild goose, small stamps, birthday wishes and travel. Boat tickets, caring is a warm blessing, caring is a series of careful reminders. ......

It's good to be concerned. Care about you, I am happy; I'd rather care about you.

I chatted with a friend that day and talked a lot about childhood, growth, past, future and, of course, present.

I remember I said a word at that time, "Sometimes I feel very happy when I care about others, and sometimes I feel very painful. Relatives grow old with time, friends drift away with time, lovers get married with time, and we are still practicing hard, sometimes trying to be strong and telling ourselves that he can care if he has him. " After that, he was confused, and so was I.

I think the word care contains too many emotions, but at the same time it is too heavy, so I didn't like it from the beginning when I knew the meaning of the word.

Since we started school, it seems that every article on China literature and poetics has hidden worries, from the familiar "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking back, I suddenly remembered my home" to the homesickness, from Lu Xun's "Youth Leap" to Zhu Ziqing's "Back", from Li Shangyin's "When you cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night" to Wang Wei's "Being in a foreign land"

It seems that I had a hunch when I first learned this word. I don't like it very much if I care As it turns out, it is. Now I love and hate.

Now, I am alone in a foreign land and studying abroad. Sometimes, in the silent night, walking in the street where pedestrians are in a hurry, I look up at the sky and find that there are no bright moons and stars that I care about and miss. At that time, I often felt freezing cold, as if the city was too busy to find my way home.

I went home a few days ago, and as the Chinese New Year approached, my family was still on the move and never got together. That night in the yard, I looked up at the sky. The stars are so bright that I feel very close. Suddenly, it occurred to me that I hadn't seen the stars for years. I always thought it was either because my eyes were nearsighted or because I looked up at the moon without stars. However, at that moment, I found that I was wrong. I haven't looked up to see the sky in my hometown for many years. It turns out that the night is beautiful and the stars are bright. I have been worried. Every time I go home, I only stay for a month, and then I set off. My home seems to have become a hotel, and I'm just a passer-by. When I left this time, I burst into tears as soon as I turned around. I am reluctant, but I only have one back, so I am full of concern.

I should have gone with a friend when I left, but I forgot to tell him. On the train, he also complained that I didn't tell him. Stay alone for a long time, and slowly forget that there are others talking about the itinerary; Stay alone for a long time, and slowly forget that there are people waiting for reunion. I have told many people that my former friends are drifting away from each other and have no contact with each other. It's no use having a phone book full of contact numbers. Sometimes I don't know how often I will return a phone call, a text message or a message. So when it comes to making friends, we always leave some people behind and forget some people on the way. When we met again, we looked blank, and then thought for a long time, and found that we were junior high school students, but we forgot our names.

It didn't take long for my old phone number to be cancelled by the mobile company. My brother asked me if I wanted a card, and I saidno. I threw it in the stove and burned it. Brother said there are many contact information of friends. I said it was on the new card I had been in contact with, but it was useless to keep in touch, but he left it to me. As soon as the new year arrives, there are waves of blessing messages. Suddenly there was a message without a name, saying that it had been a long time, but there was time to meet. I didn't know who it was, so I didn't reply. I told my brother, he said you put the old card on it and see if there is any. When you put it on, you found it. It turned out to be friends who haven't contacted for more than five years, and they were very close at one time. Suddenly, I really want to cry. It turns out that I am still worried about them in the deepest part of my heart. It turns out that they are also worried about themselves, but everyone has a different way.

The older you get, the more you realize that it's too late. Suddenly, I feel that there is a concern that makes me easy to be myself, a concern that makes me feel as warm as ever whether I am in a bustling city or a lonely mountain forest, a concern that makes me smile but want to cry even when I think about it, and a concern that makes me no longer lonely and pretend to be strong. It's good.

The college entrance examination in April and June is approaching, and the drill of the daughter of senior three is full of gunpowder.

My daughter devoted herself to the college entrance examination sprint. She lost weight, her face didn't glow, and her psychological pressure expanded.

There is nothing I can do. I can only be a good logistics, make good food and make my home comfortable and warm, but my heart! With the death of her daughter, she began to feel anxious.

Today, my daughter had another routine check-up. When she got home, she went into her hut without saying a word, sat at the table and reviewed at her desk.

I was outside the house, watching carefully, silently and carefully. As time went by, the food was hot and cold. I came to the door several times, but they all came back. I can't bear to influence her.

It's already afternoon 10, and she will be exhausted from studying so hard. I plucked up my courage and whispered her real name, Qin Qin, at dinner.

My daughter looked up and said with a smile, Dad, I am the first in my class, and the teacher allows me to review at home. She got up and rubbed her tired eyes. I quickly brought a hot towel and lovingly wiped her face.

My daughter took my hand, opened her eyes wide and said to me affectionately: Dad, don't worry, I won't let you down. I will definitely get good grades in the college entrance examination.

My daughter's words comforted me, but I, who have been there, also know that the college entrance examination is changeable, and my usual grades are not equal to the college entrance examination, but I know that my daughter is comforting me, not worrying me.

My daughter was sitting at the dining table, holding a book in her hand, savoring my cooking, and I looked at her emotionally. A phone call ruined my trip to the company to deal with an emergency. My daughter smiled and waved goodbye to me and blew me a kiss. I told her something and left the house in a hurry.

It's already afternoon 12 after handling the company's business. Not far from home, I saw the bright lights at home, like a morning star, calling me, and I stepped up my steps, anxious to return.

I opened the door gently and saw my daughter leaning back in the chair, sleeping on the dining table with a book in her hand. At this time, my nose was sour, my eyes were full of tears, and my heart shouted: Daughter! You are too tired.

I didn't have the heart to wake her up and cover her with a thin quilt. She didn't move. I'm sitting opposite her, and I have no sleep tonight.

My daughter is very beautiful, with big eyes and oval face. Some people say that she looks like Ruby Lin, but I think she is more beautiful than Ruby Lin. I thought having a beautiful daughter was the joy of being a parent, but beauty also brought me endless troubles.

When my daughter goes to junior high school, she often receives letters that she likes boys.

My daughter gave me the letter and asked me to handle it. I am an open-minded person. It is normal for boys and girls to love the opposite sex in adolescence.

But in the third grade, one day my daughter came home, her eyes were red and swollen, and she hid in her hut and asked why. Several gangsters pestered her outside the school, followed her after school and threatened to slander her if she didn't play with her friends.

I asked my daughter: Did you annoy them? The daughter replied: I am cautious in school. I suddenly realized that my daughter's beauty caused the trouble. I stopped at once and told my daughter: From now on, I will be your bodyguard. From then on, rain or shine, I picked her up at the school gate. This habit has been maintained until now. Many friends think that my practice is ridiculous: the seedlings in the greenhouse can't stand the good words of wind and rain, and I smile indifferently. Children will learn better if they are simpler on the road of growth.

My daughter didn't let me down. Her academic performance has always been in the top of the whole grade, and she has been rated as a three-good student every year, which makes me feel comforted and proud.

My daughter's academic performance is good, and another kind of trouble emerges, that is, psychological pressure.

In order to encourage students to learn, class teachers often regard their daughters as objects to show off in class. This kind of pressure often makes her lose sleep in a trance, and staying up late is like a golden hoop spell covering my daughter. As long as the main subject doesn't reach the top 5 in the whole grade in the exam, all the teachers will talk to her: you are the hope of our grade, and many students learn from you. Can't slide down, but stay in the top 5. These superficial encouragements actually put a psychological burden on her daughter.

It seems that she has become an examination machine, fighting for grades. The score is a ruler, measuring her value. I am distressed! My daughter. In order to stay in the top five, you can't sleep at night. I'm worried about your health. I talked to you once for this. I don't want more from you, just get two copies. Read easily, live a happy life, do not pursue the level of scores, as long as you master the methods and pay attention to the improvement of analytical ability.

At this moment, your eyes are staring at me, and your face is red. You say in a stubborn tone: the score of the college entrance examination is the standard of quantification. Scores are the lever of school admission. I must be admitted to a national key university. Isn't that your wish?

I have nothing to say. I know my daughter is older, and she has her own pursuits. After 12 years of study, the score has taken root in her heart, which is the result of exam-oriented education in the school. I have nothing to say.

The clock hanging on the wall is striking the time. It's already 2 o'clock in the morning. The floodgate of memory is closed, and my thoughts come back to reality. I walked to my daughter's side and woke up gently: Daughter, go to bed and rest! The daughter suddenly realized: should dad go to school?

It's late, son. You slept at the table for four hours.

You gave me a smile, got up and took my hand and said, I just had a dream, and I slipped to the top six. The teacher is talking again. Dad, rest. I have to review. Say that finish, he walked to the hut.

The light in the hut is on again, and my eyes are moist. What can I say at this time? In the final sprint stage, I only silently blessed my daughter, but a little worry came to my mind. What should I do if my college entrance examination results are not satisfactory? Can she stand the blow?

Senior three's daughter! This is the voice that dad cares about. Can you hear me?

One rainy evening, I went to take care of my son who was admitted to the city hospital of traditional Chinese medicine because of acute enteritis. Bored in the ward, I just looked at the drops of liquid in the drip bottle, one drop, two drops, three drops … helpless waiting, endless worries. Suddenly, a middle-aged woman came to the ward next door and cried sadly, "Son, why did you leave so early?" I hurried to the door of the next ward and saw the doctors shaking their heads helplessly, leaving the ward with pacemakers and oxygen bottles. A military doctor is sorting out the body of a child, next to the grief of the child's mother. Suddenly, my eyes were moist, and I deeply knew that this concern between mother and child would become a lifelong pain. People have passed away, but they are worried about not fade away.

In fact, the most precious thing in the world is this kind of care and affection for relatives. Because of love, human life is meaningful; Because of caring, the affection of the ends of the earth will last forever; Because of love, the world is full of warmth.

There are many worries in the world: between parents and children, between husband and wife, and between friends. Therefore, with regard to care, there is Zhu Ziqing's back, there is the "Silent West Building", and there is "However, China has our friendship, and heaven is still our neighbor".

We often see such a scene: the couple are temporarily separated because of their lives, and the farewell party is always chasing the distant car and waving frequently. The car has left the field of vision, and the farewell party still looks at the direction in which the car gradually disappears. Occasionally, a song came from the station: "The train has left, and your heart is getting sour ..." At this time, the farewell was full of tears. Perhaps, this deep concern for the bone marrow is beyond an individual's understanding.

We often hear people telling passengers off, "Be sure to call home when you get to the station." This is a concern for the safety of travelers.

Now I understand that "Letter from Home" is popular all over the country because it expresses the concern of his son for his father, and "Go home and have a look" has topped the pop charts several times because it expresses the concern of parents for their children.

Caring, whether sad or happy, is the best feeling of human beings. With care, the world becomes warmer.

She has been fidgeting these days.

It's not that she can't solve any personal problems, but that the master who communicates with her on the screen every day leaves her a message saying that there is something at home and it will take a few days to meet. It is because of these simple words that she fidgets every day, thinking about the east and the west, and her mind is full of thoughts.

She deeply knows that his wife comes first in the master's world. With his wife at home, Master won't go out for more than a few hours. The most common way to go out is to go out to the street and shake your hair, and then maybe go out for a birthday dinner with your family every year. You hardly take part in other foreign affairs activities, so you can push everything aside and stay at home with your wife wholeheartedly. Talk to your wife and massage your body every day. His wife had a stroke and was ill for ten years. He took care of her at home for ten years. For ten years, his wife watched him smile every day, and he also watched his wife smile. He always tells jokes and stories to his wife. He smiled back at his wife when she was aphasia due to illness. As long as he is here, his wife's smile is there. Days are spent in silence, and greatness is revealed in the ordinary.

However, Master said that there was something at home these days, and it would be a few days before we could meet again. She became uneasy. She was afraid that something would happen to her master's wife and that Jenny's old illness would be serious. She is also controlling herself not to think about it, but the more she controls it, the more worried she becomes. During the day, I think too much, at night, so I often have nightmares. The dream can't be separated from Master's wife's illness, Master's sad eyes, and how much white hair Master has added.

If you can't control it, you must. So she thought, maybe it won't be the master's wife who is seriously ill, or it may be that relatives of the younger generation have to let him go when they get married. This is not impossible. Why do you have to think of such a serious problem? With this idea, she can calm down and feel good for a while. But on second thought, I came back to my master's wife's illness. Because she knows very well how important the master's wife is to him, even if there is any big or small problem in the family business, he can only leave his wife for a few days, even if it is only one day.

She waits anxiously for master every day. I haven't seen Sanqiu all day. It's been three days, and autumn is coming soon. She gets up every morning, hangs up qq first, turns on the light and waits for the master's light to come on. Look for a while, then look. The other person's "light" is still black, so she leans back on the sofa and thinks again. Until ten o'clock in the evening, she turned off qq and lay in bed, tossing and turning. Please sleep, the light is off and the heart light is still on, thinking about master and worrying about Jenny.

Speaking of Jenny, she has great respect in her heart. The only time I was a guest at my grandfather's house, I couldn't forget my mother's care for me. Every time I think of it, it is a kind of happiness and a permanent touch.

Although Jenny was in poor health and could not speak after the stroke, her heart was clear. It was summer when I went to her house. The weather is very hot and there are many mosquitoes. My hostess is always afraid that I will be bitten by mosquitoes. Every night, she comes to my bedroom on crutches and lights a mosquito repellent lamp for me. If she sees that my quilt is not properly covered, she will always bring me another quilt.

Master's grandson, who is only six years old, is clever and naughty. He always drags me around and bumps into me for fun. Jenny saw it in her eyes, and her mouth made a reproachful voice again and again, signaling her grandson not to hit hard. I understand that Jenny is afraid that her grandson will be young and her hands will hurt me.

Whenever she eats, she sits next to me. My hostess can't help herself or carry food, but she always takes care of me with her eyes and tells me to eat more food and rice.

On the day I left, Master got up early, made me a jiaozi in the kitchen, and came back after wrapping jiaozi. I don't know who invented this saying, but more importantly, Master knows that I love jiaozi. I didn't expect Jenny to get up early that day and come out on crutches and sit in front of me. So I learned how Master massaged his wife on weekdays and gave her a massage. When I massaged this arm, I changed it to another one. Jenny quietly watched me give her a massage. I looked at Jenny while I was massaging. The old man in front of me is so amiable, but such a charitable Jenny has been deprived of her health for many years because of her illness. Thanks for her good life, Master regards her as life and cares for her wife. She was saved from death and never left. While I was massaging and thinking, Jenny smiled at me again, her eyes filled with calm and gratitude.

I said to Jenny, "I'm going back." I will come to see you again when I have time. "

Jenny can't talk, so she nods frequently. I dare not look at her again, because my eyes have come out. I was afraid I would fall out, so I looked down at Jenny's arm and continued to massage.

It has been five years since I said goodbye. According to Master, during this period, Jenny fell down at home and broke her hip. She can no longer walk on crutches. She has been ill in bed. Master took care of her and accompanied her for a day.

That's why master said she couldn't meet me on the screen because of something at home. How can I not worry about Jenny!

I opened the space and wrote down my thoughts and concerns word by word. Then I left the computer. Just as I was daydreaming on the sofa again, there were some noises in the speaker. I knew it must be Master surfing the Internet. The master came to see me. I'm both happy and scared. I'm glad that Master has come, but I'm afraid to ask Master what's going on at home these days, and whether Jenny is ill. I look forward to master for a few days. At this moment, Master came, but I was too timid to see her. I'm really afraid that my fears will come true. I hope Jenny is safe, so that I can feel safe. If we meet, when Master waves to me, it is still full of spring breeze, so I can smile calmly and brightly. If we meet and know that my mother is fine, my concern can turn into a sunny day.