人生与散文随笔

Life is a prose form and the spirit that lingers on casual. There are many landscapes in life, there is beauty, there are injuries throughout; a make you happy, there are exciting you have let you forget, there are you sad. But what kind of scenery is not the most important, it is important look at the scenery of people - we are.
Our own is the subject of his essays in this life, no matter what we have encountered, even if these things that we deviate from the theme of this life, prose, and we do not worry, do not depressed. As long as the stop and a thorough think about their own life, in the end to what kind of theme, and then re-pick up the pen to continue writing their own life's words, his own in this life can be perfectly written prose.
Unlike prose fiction, it does not need a multiplicity of characters, does not require complicated plot, it is like a cup of Tieguanyin, faint but full of taste, need to take your time and taste. Maybe we can not have a happy theme, but in any case we must insist on writing. Do not wait until their own to heaven, angels asked what the theme of your life time, but speechless.
Some of the article is a look at would be forgotten, and some articles are read with a smile, but laugh after throwing the back of the head end, and some articles are crying to see it in the laughter after reading some articles are quiet However, after reading to see the tears slide down gently. Maybe that is moved by the tears slide down, perhaps sad, perhaps sigh, perhaps there are too many ... ... life may be, and there are too many unpredictable, but we identified what they need when not to confused by. Because the goal is not tired, and dreams mixed with tears, was blown off, that salty sweat, we have tasted.
Do not know what kind you like the article, but I want my life this is the last kind of prose - reading quietly to see but after the tears slide down gently, and that tears are my own had to be aborted , that is my own dedication and streams. Dedicated people are the deepest wounds, but no attachment, then dream no value, and if even a dream do not let your dedication, I would also like it is doing? Why should I go hard to write it, and are thinking of changing it? I can get this essay into a list, which just a few concerns me the time and date, but I do not want to, do not want to.
We are toward the endless sky, boundless high-altitude, as if to take off. There is no trace of the sky flying, but I firmly believe that we will be flying over.

人生就是一篇散文,形散而神不散。人生中有许多风景,有美景、有伤境;有让你高兴的,有让你兴奋的,有让你难忘的,有让你伤感的。但什么样的风景不是最重要的,重要的是看风景的人——我们。
  我们自己就是自己这篇人生散文的主题,无论我们遇到什么事情,哪怕这些事情偏离了我们这篇人生散文的主题,我们也不要着急,也不要郁闷。只要静下心来,好好的思考自己到底要什么样的人生主题,然后重新拿起笔来继续书写自己的人生的文字,让自己的这篇人生散文能够完美的写成。
  散文不像小说,它不需要繁多的人物,不需要复杂的情节,它如同一杯铁观音,淡淡的,却充满着味道,需要你慢慢的品味。也许我们都不能有一个幸福的主题,但是无论如何我们都要坚持写下去。不要等到自己到了天堂,天使问你的人生主题是什么的时候,却哑口无言。
  有的文章是一看就会忘记,有的文章是笑着看完但笑完之后就抛之脑后,有的文章是哭着看却在看完之后笑了,有的文章是静静的看但在看完之后眼泪轻轻的滑下。也许那滑下的眼泪是感动,也许是伤心,也许是感叹,也许是……人生有太多的也许了,有太多的不可预测,但我们认定自己需要什么的时候就不要在迷茫了。因为有目标就不会累,梦想夹杂着眼泪,被风吹过,那咸咸的汗水,我们都尝过。
  不知道你们喜欢什么样的文章,但我希望自己的这篇人生散文是最后的一种——静静的看但在看完之后眼泪轻轻的滑下,而那眼泪是我为自己而流的,那是我对自己的执着而流的。执着的人是伤的最深的,但是没有执着的话,梦想就没有价值了,如果连梦想都不能让你执着的话,我还要它干嘛?我何必辛苦的去书写它,让它变的有思想?我可以让这篇散文变成一张清单,里面只是一些与我有关的时间日期,但我不想,也不愿。
  我们向着辽远的天空,苍莽的高空,作势起飞。天空没有飞翔的痕迹,但是我坚信我们都将飞过。

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