Singing Miluo River Prose

You must have read prose in your usual study, work or life, right? Prose is a free, flexible, short and pithy question, which expresses real people's feelings. So do you really know how to write prose? The following is the essay "Miluo River" that I sang for you, for reference only. Welcome to reading.

When heaven and earth are turbid, who will vent, where does everything come from and when will it stop? There are orchids in spring and ice and snow in winter. The gurgling river is rippling with clear waves, tell me! My beautiful heart is not polluted.

In Yin Yingnian, my father said that it was the day when God came. I was ecstatic and boasted to everyone that the warm scene was still smiling for many years. Looking at the heavy chutian, I can't ask the sky why I am a god, but I can't change Chutian, eliminate the haze for it, and let the clouds roll and relax, as beautiful as floc!

Exile, exile, from Jiangbei to Jiangnan. In the clear river, I only saw myself in rags, stumbling and haggard. Time is so heartless that I miss my beautiful time. When my skirt is flying and my jade belt is tight. My heart is there! In this choppy moment. Your majesty, the destruction of the people and the country is surging in your heart. How can you give up easily and get married? I am huge, floating in my body. Even if you banish me a thousand times or ten thousand times, I won't go with you, leaving me with a clear heart.

Running all the way, sunset, fragrant grass, night cream, morning dew, hometown, so vague at this time, the vanilla in my arms is still fragrant for many years. My sister said that salmon was too straightforward, so it died tragically. My younger brother should be realistic from music and flexible in everything. Oh! I'm just me. I am a scholar-bureaucrat. I don't worry about the people, I don't care about the country. What's the point of having me? Being an upright person is the blessing of the people! The country won't have it. How can it be an only child?

Curled up in the weeds and sleeping, the smell of grass is faint, and the breeze blows on your face. The bluegrass planted in spring, local chronicles Lan Ting, is mixed among them. It blooms in the sun, treads the morning dew, smells the fragrance, is covered with fragrance, and everything of the teenager comes. Strolling through the night, wandering, vividly. The night is sad and beautiful, and the same beauty is another kind of beauty in the glorious capital of Chu. Even if everything is subverted tomorrow, I will still live in those lies that cover up the truth. Set foot on the advice of serving the country and leave it behind.

From Tianmen to Zigui, all the way in a dream, husband and wife travel in the sky, divining hermits. The layman is silent, please ask the layman questions. Should I hide in the field to cultivate my morality, or should I take on the responsibility of being a man and shoulder the great responsibility of the people? Should I give up an aesthetic heart, grovel and go with the flow? The country is dying, so let go to protect your family?

For a long time, the layman was speechless and left by Hexi. All the answers are already in my heart, and the layman is just a clay idol. How can we understand the things in the world and understand Qu Yuan's just and upright heart?

Husband and wife cling to it and fly to their hometown. Vanilla has no owner in the courtyard, but it grows luxuriantly, spreading all over the fields and scattered on the banks of the river. Vanilla lives up to expectations and grows in a good direction. Those so-called well-dressed disciples think that they can teach the world, whip horses and serve the country. Now you can all live in other people's houses. Have you forgotten that your home is being killed? Have you forgotten that your enemies hate you?

Exile, exile, endless roads, endless thoughts, and dreams. Tonight, the night sky is deep, accompanied by a few stars, just like dying grass. Suddenly, a star fell and fell into the Cangjiang River, without a shadow. Standing in the vast expanse, ask the night sky, why do the stars fall? Is the starry sky impermanent Back and forth, should I be sad and happy? A star dominates a person's fate, and a soul gives a star, which belongs to my night star, and it flashes there! Or it has fallen.

The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the deep night and the day are facing each other through a layer of black paper. Dewdrops dripped on my cheeks, and the cold quickly slipped down. What about the woman I remember crying for herself? If it weren't for this worldly glitz, she would accompany her all her life and never part. That pure love has disappeared like a meteor! That beautiful face is blurred in the night sky. How painful her heart would be if she tore open the paper that night and met her again in the sun!

The injury on my body is dull and painful, but it makes people quiet. Fall asleep after being confused.

Wake up in the dazzling sunshine, the birds have been singing, and their eyes are very sour. Stumbling towards the river, I bowed my head and held a handful of clear water, trying to wash away the fatigue and loss of the night. The river reflected itself in the morning. The spicule is upright, the face is gloomy, and the exile life has long been mottled.

A boat crossed the river. The fishermen on board are ruddy and the fishing songs are melodious. Gradually rowed to my side, bowed down and greeted me devoutly. "Is San Lv doctor? How did it fall like this! "

"Xie Laozhang care! Everyone was drunk and I woke up alone. I was exiled because I didn't want to be dirty. "

"Everything is normal, turbidity current, for granted! Why pretend to be lofty, opinionated, tired and hurting yourself, the world is cold, why not let go and wait and see. " The fisherman's clear voice replied.

"Clear river, I should bathe in Brahma Tianxiang, and dirty water, how can bring disgrace to oneself, dye it with mud!"

"Clear river water can be used to wash clothes, and dirty water can be used to wash feet. What about Miluo's water yourself? " After that, the fisherman rowed away and ignored me.

Vanilla, I sing devoutly, take water as a mirror, tie my hair and manage my crown, and Qing Jiang water can wash away my filth. Jumping down, the river is cool and straight to my heart. Light! At this time, everything in my heart is getting lighter and lighter, my body is sinking, and my exile life is finally over. Even if it's not cool, let me sleep.

In a piece of auspicious light, my body jumped out of the water and floated between heaven and earth. Husband and wife flew in, took me for nine days and flew to my country.

If the dust is like a dream! A thousand years have passed, and then looking back, I saw the Miluo River, the dragon boat race, the people bathing in incense and dancing in harmony. Peace in the world is exactly what my scholar-officials have been expecting for thousands of years! In the midst of prosperity, I have already shed two lines of tears.