Four Proses by A Zi

Poet, a famous poet in China, A Zi. The creative style of his works is both gentle and graceful for women and heroic and passionate for men. The main theme is to eulogize the truth, goodness and beauty of the world through poetry. The following are four essays by Ah Zi, please enjoy them.

A Zi's essays 1: Looking through the sun

I like sunshine, and I like every warm window that opens in the sunshine.

Sitting in front of the window and looking at the sunshine, pages of dreams will give birth to wings and fly freely between the blue sky and white clouds. Once lonely wandering, once ups and downs of trauma, will find a direction of rest and fatigue in the sun, can find a place to lick and repair.

Looking through the sunshine, there is hope for spring. Even if the north wind blows black and blue, tears and smiles will dance together in the sun. Sunshine broadens the mind and makes fragile life tenacious. Close your eyes and listen to the sunshine with a clear heart. Every page will have the murmur of water, and every paragraph will have the loud singing of birds.

Turn over the sunshine, put the clear sky into the pure chest, and let the wet story bloom like a flower again. Sunshine makes the night no longer hurt the eyes, and sunshine makes the green season grow into rich golden yellow. Sunshine makes suffering flow down the river, and sunshine makes sadness fade into one or two white sails and disappear in the distant past.

Turn over the sunshine, listen to the explosion of seeds breaking through the ground, and turn withered trees into a green ocean. Looking through the sunshine, I am no longer afraid that the scattered branches are on the verge of the end of aging, and I am no longer afraid that the footsteps of youth will step out of the corridor of time. As long as there is sunshine inside, life will multiply and bloom again. At that time, a wisp, a bend and a wave were all new green, unstoppable and indestructible.

Maybe one day, the bright sunshine will turn into the setting sun. Perhaps one day, the standing life will also turn into a dust, or a dim grayish yellow. No regrets: We have walked in the sun and read the hottest sunshine with the most sincere heart. We used to grow up happily in the sun, and once sang happily with all life in the harmony of the sun.

Seeing through the sunshine means seeing through life, and seeing through life means making every day full of warm and beautiful sunshine.

A Zi's Short Prose II: Life is like Populus euphratica.

Friends, let's go through the eternal flood, through the barrier made of reinforced concrete, take off the colorful clothes of the world of mortals, bare our arms and our chests, and go to the desert together to bow down to the immortal Populus euphratica.

Look at the Gobi desert, the wind and sand are flying; Listen to the wind and sand roaring and raging. But Populus euphratica is an eternal landscape, and an eternal statue stands in the desert.

Alone in the desert, he endured the wind, sword and frost, kept watch without regrets, and persistently increased his desire for life. He is deeply rooted in his own efforts and strives to reproduce his dreams.

He lifted his tired and twisted limbs high, sang to the sky and struggled with nature and life and death. Feel the tragic world with yourself, show the rhythm of life, the power of life and the singing of life.

You may feel dejected by the loss of your life, you may lose your inner direction on the way, you may have impetuous and profound thoughts in the cross-flow of material desires, and you may not be able to restrain your expanding desires in the turmoil of the world. Then come to the desert, see the barren Gobi desert, and see the proud Populus euphratica growing on the Gobi desert.

You will realize in an instant that life is not short and the night is long, but that every chapter should be full of heroism and brilliance. Everyone should live hard and boldly. Perhaps one day, Populus euphratica will fall into a curved ancient road with a faint sunset, but the spirit of Populus euphratica will always inspire our courage and tenacity. It will always inspire us with the courage and strength to challenge suffering and overcome fate.

Friends, let's go through the eternal flood, through the barrier made of reinforced concrete, take off the colorful clothes of the world of mortals, bare our arms and our chests, and go to the desert together to bow down to the immortal Populus euphratica.

Let's use Populus euphratica's hope to fight the wind, frost, rain and snow, the confusion of life and the panic of death.

Being a man?

Life is like Populus euphratica? Never die for a thousand years!

Die like Populus euphratica? Won't fail in a thousand years!

Do you like Hu? Immortality for thousands of years!

A Zi's Prose Collection III: My Rain Lane

Walking in the ancient and long rain lane, listening to the misty song, who is that, holding a flute and smelling fragrant all over the skirt? Is it my lover who has been waiting for 1000 years? Do I dream of meeting thousands of times?

In fact, your thoughts have long been engraved in my dreams of previous lives, so I will come to you in the rainy lane where I miss you like smoke.

I had waist-length hair in my last life and wore the purple clothes you gave me in my last life, but I didn't have an oil-paper umbrella. I'm afraid I'll miss you under the umbrella when I pass by.

I walked past the antique pages, and there were many raindrops floating on the tips of my hair. I walked along your expectant eyes, looking for traces of past lives in virtual reality. The green raindrops show a faint emotion on me, like the fragrant memory of missing you.

My heart calls to you a thousand times. I really want to ask, do you remember the woman who shed her grief in a strange place? Do you remember our meeting in Rainy Lane?

Long rain lane, long rain, how many long dreams, I light a candle, brew a pot of fragrant tea, and listen to your whisper: the wind blows the flowers, you come to listen to the rain at night? Therefore, I believe that in my last life, I must have walked through this rainy lane, and on that day, it must have rained so seriously and carefully?

How many times have I listened attentively to the piccolo in the rain, and the old pagoda tree is on my chest, covering the June day and the June rain. I give the fragrance of tears to incomplete dreams, and I really want to relive your breath again.

Listen, the bamboo flute is ringing again. Look, all the swallows come back at dusk, and where is your home for the person I miss day and night? Where do your steps stop?

Walking in a long and lonely rain lane, I walked gracefully and beautifully, and my palms were full of bitter tears and rain all over the sky. If I can separate the tears from the rain, I think you are odd or even. A long, long rain lane, a long, long rain. Who's that, with a flute in his hand and fragrant clothes on his temples? Is it my lover who has been waiting for 1000 years? Do I dream of meeting thousands of times?

I know that if I hadn't met you, I would have come to Yuxiang to find you in every reincarnation. I still had waist-length hair and purple clothes in my last life, but I don't hold an oil umbrella anymore. I'm afraid I'll miss you again and again when I pass by?

A Zi's Prose Collection No.4: Destiny

In this life, we will meet many people.

Do you remember? In the ups and downs of life, who passed you by, whose smile you can't let go. Who is your destination in Qian Qian? Whose voice, whose back shakes your soft heartstrings. The vast sea of people, who have you been waiting for for for thousands of years, who are looking forward to your beautiful face? Which star can light up for you at night, and which cloud on the horizon can heal your scars.

We say that acquaintance is fate, and pity is fate. Fate is a distant miss, and fate is an instant brilliance between two eyes.

I met you in this life and became attached to you in this life. Let me hold your hand, listen to the wind and rain together, watch the full moon together, meet you in this life, and become attached to you in this life. Let my heart stick to yours, watch the sun and sunset together and spend the rest of my life together. Fate is to get and let go, and fate is bitter or sweet. When fate comes, you should learn to stay happily. After the fate is over, you should learn to pack your bags and continue to walk on the road.

The prosperous world is predestined for a thousand years.

When you wait until one day, when you have seen all the scenery, put away the sails of fate!

Put away the sails and go to sleep with a dream on the edge of time?

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