Slowly walk through the beauty of prose

When the heart is filled with poetic quietness, when the vigorous hopes are released one by one in life. Reading a prose and a line of beautiful and sincere sentences can be said to be a very beautiful and fragrant feeling. I like Lu Xun’s sharpness and sharpness, Yu Qiuyu’s magnificence and heroism, and Qin Mu’s broad and plain prose, which is like a light wind, and my hair often floats, and the prose is like a refreshing autumn rain, wash the dirt of my heart. After going through the wind and rain, I want to say what I left for myself in my life, that is, the circle halo of prose is overlapped and the warmth and persistence of prose are piled up. Every time my mother talked about my past, she always said that I liked to sit on a small bench when I was two or three years old, reading and singing with my brother’s textbook. The most lovely thing is that the family members happily sighed that this girl would definitely read when she was older. However, when I grew up, I just liked reading articles. Except for better Chinese, other lessons were not excellent. The fate of Yu prose may also be concluded from the text! Maybe the artistic conception in the prose is too close to the reality of life, or maybe it is the graceful feeling, the instant eternity, which attracts me from childlike heart to heart. In the year of senior three, Cao Minghua’s proses, which were known as Qiong Yao in mainland China, were popular on campus. Her writing style was simple and full of philosophy, which infected you with the mentality of peers. So I went to Shanghai that summer vacation and asked my cousin to accompany me to Jiaotong University to visit this prose elder sister. But when I transferred a few cars to Jiaotong University, the student dormitory was silent. My cousin who was so hot and sweaty blamed me for telling you that there was no one on vacation, so you insisted on coming, even if you are here, you may not meet your unreasonable girl. If she was there, I wouldn’t believe she wouldn’t see me because of her enthusiasm for her prose. I am still confident, and the regret of having no chance to see Cao Minghua has been following me for many years. The crying camel of San Mao resounded in my dream many times. Having no chance to meet this prose writer who is treasured in my heart is really a strong sentimental feeling that the rainy season will never come again, for San Mao, for my love for the vivid sentences moistened in the Sahara. Gradually, the casual years swayed the prose in my heart, telling me that it was time to find him. When I suddenly felt that love should not be too scattered, it happened that a very prose man came into me, which seemed to be the perfect scenery of youth coming as scheduled: how can a crew, like me, immerse in thoughts and emotions in prose and a lonely and wandering sailor, not need the broadness and exquisiteness of prose? Therefore, with a prose-style fate, we came together in the sunshine of prose. In the longing and romance, we moved out of conch colorful shells and listened to the expression of the sea together, just like the harmony and dignity of prose. In recent years, I have got acquainted with a teacher, who is a passionate and vast land through prose. From a teacher of the Literary Federation, I saw the atmosphere and simplicity of literati, and comprehended the peaceful, distant and indifferent life realm. Teachers, silently foster new people, quietly pour a piece of Moonlight. This originates from the purity and clarity of prose, which is exactly the vigorous and magnificent of a piece of prose. It stands the rich connotation of writers and is sincere. Among today’s numerous magazines and publications, prose is my favorite. There is no advertisement, no overwhelming material desire, standing quietly in the middle of the bright cover beauty magazine, what stands out is its tranquil white landscape cover. Every time I browse the bookstore, I call this feeling amazing. It is really a glimpse of how the beauty of prose opens our mind properly. Having gone through the beauty of prose, I learned to stay in my own steps calmly, and to dilute the once gorgeous and impetuous heart throb with the movement and simplicity in prose. People who are familiar with me have always been treating me like a peaceful heart: a simple, sincere and implicit woman, without losing self-cultivation and the inside information of being a human being. I should really thank the prose for decorating my life, reducing unnecessary vanity and anxiety, and adding a clear and philosophical view. Prose! You are always the Tinker Bell rhyme hanging in my quiet hair. Prose! You are always the green in my life!

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