Read classic prose and look up at the stars.

Looking at the stars all over the sky, my heart is full of sadness and thoughts, and my eyes are misty and foggy. A sigh, a sigh endless world of mortals, a long lonely journey, full of bitterness, endless years of resentment and helplessness. Looking up at the stars, I can't see the past, but I can't see the future. Below, I sorted out the classic prose and recited Starry Sky for your reference.

Reading the starry sky with classic prose 1

Wang xingkong

Distance to visit the other constellation

A wisp of cloud

Run divination exercises

There is a chill in half a window.

Only when the moon is full.

Fill your smile.

Take a look back

Two pairs of eyes, eyes crossed.

Let me cherish it

Point a mole between the eyebrows of the moon.

Hang a full moon dream every night.

expect

The wind blew the answer.

Destined to be the distance between two stars.

Being together is forever in the foreseeable future.

Classic prose reciting starry sky 2

My sister's exclamation caught my eye and followed the sound. It turned out that she saw the stars all over the sky.

Yes, living in the city for a long time, let alone the stars, even the string moon has become a luxury. I haven't seen you for a long time. This vast Yuan Ye, quiet countryside and cold night wind. Looking at my sister's upturned face with a sipping smile, I also looked up, but because I just faced the dazzling headlights, my sight was white and I couldn't see anything clearly.

I couldn't help looking for the brightest star, and quickly asked my sister to carry the things in the car home with me. Because my mother's fracture has never healed, the main purpose of coming back this time is to visit her. There is nothing good in the carriage, only some fish, meat and vegetables that my mother can't live without.

Walking into my mother's room is very warm. She is leaning against the bed and watching TV. Don't overdo it when you hear the door ring. When you found out it was us, your eyes bent into the moon. I learned that I bought food again and began to blame myself, saying that I always spent money. There is a small table at the head of my mother's bed with bread, biscuits, milk and thermos bottles on it, which my brother prepared for her for fear that she would be inconvenient to move. As usual, I sat opposite my mother and nagged her. While talking about something, she suddenly struggled to get up and get something far away. I let my mother rest and stood up quickly, but at that moment, I saw her head as white as snow. Black and white colors, like white chrysanthemums blooming on the top of my head, suddenly remind me that the youth presented by my mother has always been a lie made up by hair dye.

After doing everything, it was getting late, and the lights in the window went out one after another. When my mother was lying in the warm bed, I pushed the door and quietly walked into the front yard, because I was always thinking about the stars that my sister exclaimed.

The night wind, wrapped in a cold face, is quiet all around, only the leaves of osmanthus trees, occasionally turning the sleeping body. The fence is very high, about one floor high, which makes the sky overhead form a regular square along the arc of the yard. Standing in the yard, looking up at the sky, I saw some bright spots, but they were vague and flickering. When the eyes gradually adapt to the night, the bright spots become clear and bright. The most striking thing is the three connected stars in the southern sky. The three stars lined up in a straight line, emitting dazzling cold light in the dark blue night sky. Not far from both sides, there is also a twinkling star. From a distance, it seems that a couple is far away. I don't know if it's the light from the window or the light from the yard. In fact, the starry sky is not as lively as my sister said, but a little quiet like a thoughtful wise man. That's enough, that's enough. Even these seven or eight stars are enough to make my thoughts brilliant into a vast sea.

Out of the corner of my eye, I passed the balcony on the second floor. In fact, the best place to see the stars in my hometown is there. The balcony is more appropriate than the roof, because below is my sister's room. Because it is against the wall on one side and facing the sky on three sides, its vision is extremely broad, making it the first choice for enjoying the cool in summer when I was a child.

I still remember that summer vacation, my mother went out to recuperate because of poor health, leaving me and my sisters at home. The whole summer, as long as it doesn't rain, almost every night is spent under the starry sky on the roof. Move a cane chair, stick a bamboo plaque, or spread a straw mat on the floor. The temporary bed is so simple and casual. Lying under the starry sky, the dense stars spread all over the sky like sesame seeds. The most striking thing is the bright Milky Way, which lies like a white train from west to east. Of course, other stars are also beautiful, all decorated with sapphires of different sizes. At that time, because I knew some simple astronomical knowledge about stars, planets, nebulae, constellations, etc., I went deep into the sky incredibly and explored knowledge beyond the fabulous fantasy of my childhood. Seeing the depths, the extended topics will inevitably increase.

However, our conversation is often interrupted by a voice, a girl who is close to my family in the same village. She is several years older than me, but several generations older than me. She is usually called a sister-in-law My sister-in-law's parents are farmers. She graduated from primary school to work and made leather shoes. One day, just as I was about to get up, my sister-in-law gave me a white look and said, Stop dreaming. Is that what you did when you entered college? That requires very good academic performance. You are a rural hukou, and you can make leather shoes like me in the future. My sister-in-law's interruption made me sad, but I didn't refute it. Although I come from other places, I have never done farm work. My academic performance is very good, and I have been living in a halo. At that time, if I had to face the loess with my back to the sky like my ancestors, I didn't seem to think about it. Although my eyes can't see ahead, I know I will never live like this. A person silently looks at the stars all over the sky, and that kind of mood may only be known by the stars.

Of course, my sister-in-law didn't arrange my life in the end. I jumped out of the farm gate as I wished and realized my little dream under the stars. It's just that life is black. Sometimes, doesn't everyone know? What if? Can you see what you want? Just? Isn't everyone planted? Because? You can get what you want. So what? .

Time flies, in a blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed, and the little girl has become a mother. Another summer vacation, another quiet summer night, staying at home with my son. My son fell asleep, and only the moonlight outside the window was full of joy. Tossing and turning, I couldn't sleep, so I gently pushed the door and walked to the balcony. In mid-June, the water overflowed the distant trees and approached the house. Occasionally, a few cicadas are singing and twittering about the dream complex. The moon is too round and bright. Looking up, it's a little dazzling. Looking around, the stars are scattered. Disappointment in my heart, thoughts that I have no time to take care of during the day, come to my mind like moonlight. Years have baptized life, and the figure standing under the stars after more than ten years has long lost its original hope and glory. Looking at the stars all over the sky, my heart is full of sadness and thoughts, and my eyes are misty and foggy. A sigh, a sigh endless world of mortals, a long lonely journey, full of bitterness, endless years of resentment and helplessness. Looking up at the stars, I can't see the past, but I can't see the future.

Life is like a boat, go with the flow, where to go! Looking at the starry sky and asking about the starry sky, all I hear is the echo of my heart beating fast in my chest.

Moonlight turned the tranquility of the countryside into a simple sketch. Scanning the cabin in the front row, the deja vu scene gradually calmed the rapid pulse. It has been more than ten years. Marriage, marriage, life, death, everything has changed. How are those childhood playmates doing now? I only vaguely know that my sister-in-law married a man in the east village and gave birth to a big fat boy. Later, she stopped making leather shoes and followed her husband around. I earned enough money a few years ago and bought a house in the city to settle down. I met her when I came home during the Spring Festival that year. Seeing her full of spring, I knew that life must be beautiful.

Occasionally, I think, if I really dropped out of school early to learn a trade, as my sister-in-law said, what about now? Laughing at yourself, living is living, sometimes it's just a mystery, and the answer is always in imagination and speculation. However, whatever the answer is, one thing is certain. Life is like dressing, size is the first choice. If the size is wrong, no matter how beautiful the dress is, it will only be a sigh.

Some people say that experience is a person's greatest wealth, and every step will bring you closer to maturity. Perhaps, this sentence is quite right. These years of ups and downs, suffering from loss, what I have seen and heard in these years, the road I have traveled, unconsciously, has quietly changed my temperament. What moved me most was the figure of my little niece holding the doll, the figure of my mother lying in bed, and the light and shadow in front of my father's window day and night.

My little niece lives in a broken family, lacks fatherly love and maternal love, and often follows her grandmother in fear. Children holding dolls are not as naive as girls of the same age. The corners of the mouth are slightly pulled down, showing the infinite dignity of the heart. When putting the doll to sleep, every subtle and gentle action fills my heart with bitterness; There is also my mother's persistent small fracture, and one morning I bumped into my father's unshaven stubble, which deeply made me feel the aging of my parents and the ruthlessness of the years. These touching scenes often twine before my eyes like vines. Calm down and think about the troubles I have caused my parents over the years, and my heart is full of infinite shame. Maybe I understand, I should understand, I must grow up quickly, and I must work hard to grow up. I must also know that sometimes a person lives not only for himself. Behind a person, too many eyes, too many tears, too many sour hearts and a smile will also create too many beautiful faces.

At night, the wind wrinkled a pool of lake water.

Looking up at the stars, I feel as lush as stars.

Look back, look at mom's window, and then look at the depths of the sky. The stars loom.

Holding a smile gently, I only wish that this starry sky knows that my heart is infinite?

Classic Prose Reciting the Starry Sky Chapter 3

Dust-laden thoughts,

It goes through the night,

Visit everyone who watches alone.

In the summer night sky,

The stars shine,

Like your sad eyes.

An idea flashed through my mind,

A picture of you.

By the lake, on the grass,

The morning light refracts the lake,

Sprinkle it on your white skirt,

I played the guitar and sang loudly.

You dance barefoot,

As the beat keeps spinning,

You stand in front of me,

Like an angel.

It's midsummer night again,

Looking at the stars alone,

Only a moment's memory,

And my yearning for memories.