The vast sea of people, can meet and know each other, this is a fate, looking forward to our eternal sincerity. There are many kinds of love in the world, one of which is invisible and intangible, and you can only feel it with your heart. That is-true love, and I believe this kind of true love exists. Whether naive or delusional, I stubbornly adhere to my beliefs. If the reality cruelly tears up my wishes a little bit and lets me know that the true love in this world is actually a beautiful lie, I will keep my heart in my memory, freeze my feelings in this life and cool my life in this life!
Walking on the endless road of life, I will be led for many years, and you, the one who makes me linger, are wandering on the edge of reality and dreams. If time is locked in a hurry, memories should be a happy thing! On this moonlit night, I am still in my happy arms, listening to loneliness and legendary love. My future will be nourished by you, and happiness will bloom quietly. I am in a mess, silly, and don't want to write my story with heartbreaking sadness.
Looking forward to, one day, when bloom is warm in spring and sunny, there will be two silly smiling faces. When we are old, I will hold your hand and sit on the edge of the forest, counting the wrinkles left by the years and savoring the various tastes of this life. I will snuggle in your arms quietly, close my eyes calmly, leave a shallow smile on my lips and pour out my thoughts on you. This life will definitely. Make love for a long time!
One meter sunshine prose 2 Long night, a few breezes, cicadas croaking and frogs croaking, suddenly silence in the dark ... The long wait awakened the glow of the horizon, and a ray of dawn broke the silence of the night. ...
I am a meter of sunshine, wandering in the blue sky, looking for your past footprints and stringing them into my best memories. Every time I read it carefully, I always leave a few giggles or a few tears, because it's like touching a soft heart with my hands.
My heart has been filled with a vague sense of happiness. And this is beyond words. Use the word warmth for the time being. I got the warmth of a meter of sunshine.
I have a cousin who plays very well. I always jump for joy when I see her.
That winter, it snowed, snowflakes fell from the air, and snow curtains hung. Snow falls on the roof and spills on the ground, which is a kind of silence and gives people a kind of depression.
On that snowy day, my cousin and I got angry because of a little thing.
"Sister, when is your birthday?" I asked casually.
Cousin absently replied: "February 8."
"what!" I exclaimed, "Not February 16?"
Cousin turned around quietly. I think she is angry. I reached out to turn my cousin's body around. Suddenly, my hands got cold. I retracted my hand and lowered my head. It was a drop of water lying quietly in my hand. It tasted salty, but my cousin cried.
What is there to cry about? I was angry, too, so I turned away angrily, left my cousin, raised my feet, but I didn't know where to put them, and suddenly felt very lonely.
After a while, I calmed down and felt really wrong. How can I even remember my sister's birthday wrong? I imagined my sister apologizing, but I couldn't say it. At this moment, a faint female voice floated into my ear: "Sister …" It was a little shaky and seductive.
I followed the voice, it was her, my cousin!
My hand, I couldn't help touching the corner of her eye that was crying red, and smiled: "It's so ugly."
On that day, we smiled brightly and echoed for a long time, like gentle sunshine. The gray ice and snow outside the door gradually melted, and in my heart, I had the warmth of one meter of sunshine. I don't know why, that smile will stay in my mind forever, warm.
The warm sun in winter spreads all over the body, and the cold and desolation of this season is easily buried by a few warm words.
In the sun, not only memories are aroused, but also friendship. When there is a melody, I think it must be us.
"Remember that dream I said when I was a child? We agreed to achieve it together. "
"I just want to whisper in your arms forever."
Who will lend you a shoulder when you are most helpless?
Who will laugh with you when you are happy?
Who cries with you when you cry?
In a bad mood, I will jump on my cousin, and my cousin will tell me: it is ugly for girls to cry. However, I still like to cry in her arms.
I'm so excited. I also like to stay in my cousin's arms and whisper my joy. At this time, my cousin always whispered in my hair, so silly.
Sometimes, a light one in Mika can last longer; An unintentional one is even more unforgettable; A simple period can last a lifetime.
A few meters of sunny sunshine is an instant touch and a lasting warmth.
When I get along with my cousin, the golden warmth slowly expands, and I paint a picture of my family in my heart. Although, only a few meters of sunshine is warm. Under the night, the bright moon is silent and cold through the ages; However, in the blue sky, the sun shines high and warms people's hearts. ...
One meter sunshine prose 3 Sometimes, the sunshine will quietly penetrate the hairy green leaves in the bright March. In an instant, the withered mood in winter is like a mass of tea soaked in boiling water, stretching and full.
Sometimes, the sun will wake up our long-forgotten sadness in thick clouds. We look forward to the rainbow sky after the heavy rain. We hope that the fiery flame can burn the gloomy haze and bake the amazing light of the fiery red cloud. And the bright sunshine will always appear in the morning when we meet unexpectedly, bringing us sucrose-like sweetness.
Sometimes, the sun shines through the glass and pours into the cold space, full of rays waiting to be woven. Instantly stirring up the noise of dust, it shuttles into vivid yearning and easily lifts heavy eyes. A temperature that soothes all sorrows is concentrated in every corner of the world. In the refraction of a drop of rain and dew; Under the fragrance of a flower; In the sunny bedroom. Warmth, hope, endless spread.
Indeed, the sun is within our power. A bud that breaks through the ground; Bees that occasionally perch on its shoulders; Like a gust of wind, riding a mountain bike exudes vitality. The sight will always be ignited inadvertently, like a handful of flames, drying a long-lost belief in a wet heart.
The sun is sometimes in the clouds and sometimes on our lips.
The slightly rising radian is the appearance of sunshine. For ourselves and others, the temperature of the sun has been deeply stationed in the indifferent heart at the moment when we didn't notice it. The temperature has narrowed the distance, as if there is an invisible hot spring, which is unrestrained in the dry and cramped emotional field, bubbling with hot air and igniting the warmth in the bones.
We longed for a lamp and suddenly knocked on the closed doors and windows. Then everything is empty and indifferent under the sun-like baking, and there is nowhere to hide. Man, man and nature, all seemingly insignificant roles, will show the key enough to reverse everything in the years.
However, a lack, a neglect of the outside world, like a thick barrier, there will always be a figure hidden in it. Sunshine has become a luxury greed, but because of its striding meteors, it always lingers on the edge of caution.
The light is on a thin line of paper. The more yearning, the more uneasy, the more hesitant. Just look at it, such as the sunny smile in March, which suddenly turns the world gray and brings colorful infinity.
We long for the warmth of the world, just like the eternal sunshine.
Walking on the beach in May, the sky is vast.
Clear blue sky, floating white clouds
Seagulls fly and soar freely.
Green sea, spray splashing.
White sails, chasing each other.
On a sunny summer day, hot air blows.
Green coconuts are swaying in the air.
Collect golden sunlight from the clouds.
Brew the sweetest nectar
A sumptuous midsummer meal
Hot weather
Life, in this brilliant season.
Passion deduction
Present a vibrant scene
What a charming southern scenery.
The wind passes without trace, and the clouds go silent.
Affection is the sound of the waves.
Waiting for a gorgeous encounter
open one's heart (to)
Let the bright sunshine shine in my heart.
Forget the curtain of dreams
Three flowers and two flowers have a graceful demeanour
Closer heart, can
Distort the memory of boxing in the past.
Don't expect it to last longer, look forward to it.
Cherish the present and be full of blood.
Live up to the hot summer days in May.
Write the fiery time in clear words.
Hold one meter of sunshine.
Half a piece of paper is colorful and dyed.
Your smile is a meter of sunshine lost in my heart!
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A place that a person has been thinking about for a long time, when it really comes, there will always be a little inexplicable but deja vu. This feeling, especially when traveling alone, becomes more and more real and touching. Perhaps, we can say that this is a sense of belonging! However, when the sunset is about to end, the ensuing dusk still brings sentimental color to some beautiful scenery. However, in the face of endless mountains, those beauties will continue to be beautiful, and I can only leave with a smile before the last meter of sunshine disappears.
Travel is also a kind of spiritual escape. In the city of Shilin, it is necessary to escape occasionally, otherwise we will all lose weight or die because of lack of fresh air. But when the journey is over and the return time is approaching, our hearts will unconsciously miss our home in the stone forest. However, the desire to go home is always strong, even if it conflicts with the inner escape, but this is reality and real life.
Face the reality, this is what we often say about life. The reality is cold, but life needs warmth so much. Even if that warmth is bitter coffee in the palm of your hand in winter, or the first meter of sunshine in the morning, it may be just that simple sentence-I love you! Gently, I love you, what an exciting warmth!
Meeting the right person at the right time is a kind of luck, otherwise, it is a kind of helplessness. If only everything in the world could be explained by relativity. For example, I love you and you don't love me. In other words, you love me and I don't love you. All this is actually not simple.
Last summer, I met a girl from Hunan. Although I have never met her, I feel that she is quite straightforward. I didn't know where she got my mobile phone number, so she sent me a short message first and asked if she could be friends. At first I thought I was a liar, and then she called me and asked me why I didn't answer, because I was afraid I would cheat you or something. Then she asked me if I could give her my QQ number, and she also named several of my colleagues. I feel alert, but I don't know why I sent her my QQ account that time. From then on, I talked with this strange girl for a long time until the end.
Over time, I became familiar with the screen name "People who fall in love with others". She said that I work in the same place and see me every day at work, which really made me feel bad for a long time. Until one day, she said that she liked me and wanted to see me. But I refused. I said I have a girlfriend and I'm engaged. I remember waiting for a long time before she gave me a crying expression. Then she said, I really cried. I sneak a look at you every time I go to work. I like your eyes. I said, you don't have to do this. If we don't start, there will be no end. Is this not good? She said, you don't understand. Indeed, I really don't understand. I don't understand. Once after falling out of love, I couldn't wait to agree to my parents' arrangement to go on a blind date. I don't understand that I would give up the right to regain love so easily.
December, a winter parting!
/kloc-The southern cities in October and February always make many people feel that this winter is not too cold. However, in my heart, this winter is still very cold, very cold. In my hurry, I thought she had forgotten me. I thought she would be fine. However, she seems to have a premonition that I will leave the city soon, so far away from her that I will never meet again.
The night before I left, she sent a message saying that she would send me away. I said, really? That night, I stayed up all night and she didn't reply. I don't think she will come.
A new day has begun, very calm, and there is some winter sunshine. I always like to be alone, and I only take a long-used travel bag with me everywhere. I don't know if it's nostalgia or habit. I always like to wear old shoes and throw away the new ones I just bought. As for the travel bag, my ex-girlfriend bought it. I don't know if I can't put it down or not, or maybe both!
When we arrived at the station, it was very gloomy. But I know that no matter how gloomy the weather is here, it won't snow. For no reason, impossible.
I heard a familiar voice when the cold wind blew over my ears. Yes! This is my name. I looked back and was surprised to find a very beautiful girl standing in front of me. I asked her, are you calling me? The girl smiled and said, yes, it is you! Suddenly, I seem to be frozen by the cold air around me. She went on to say, I came to see you off. We had a deal, don't you remember? I know you are going home to get married, but I still wish you happiness!
At that moment, her smile was warm, like a meter of sunshine lost in my heart for a long time!
I believe that everything is alive. Life is like air, invisible and intangible, but it does exist around us.
Flowers shed tears and the moon blurred. That flower, Na Yue, the spirit of life, gently dances with delicate wings, emitting faint fluorescence, confusion and dreams.
Standing on the lonely street, watching the pedestrians coming and going, I really want to ask them to stop and have a rest. Maybe everyone has his own definition of the meaning of life, but if it is just to enjoy the mountain of haste, I say it is a failure to live up to life.
Sitting in the corner of the street, I like peace, but I can't touch the sunshine I love anymore!
My eyes accidentally met a little angel, happily bathed in sunshine, and I could smell the sunshine on her.
What a beautiful angel! Her appearance is like a meter of sunshine shining into my heart, illuminating my body and mind.
"Big Brother!" The little girl shouted at me, then waved her wings and came quietly.
"Eldest brother, did someone bully you?"
"no!" I don't laugh, gently touched her hair.
"How come! Nobody bullies big brother, how can big brother stay in the corner alone! " The little girl looked up and told me with big eyes that everything was simple and pure in her world.
Yes, no one bullied me. Why should I stay in the corner? Even if I am bullied, I can't laugh twice for a joke. Why should I repeat the emotion I lost for the second time?
Many times, our life is sunny, but a wall leading to the world has been quietly erected. That wall is so high that it separates us from the whole world. That wall is so big that we can immerse ourselves in our own kingdom forever.
I was pulled up from the ground by the little girl and slowly walked towards the sunshine. Sunshine should be able to penetrate the soul. I seem to see my heart, covered by a ray of light.
It turns out that sunlight is also alive. They are waiting for me to take the first step. ...
One meter sunshine prose 7 In the early morning, I opened one of my windows, and the sun shone through the screen window. I was intoxicated by the sunshine and enjoyed the sunshine outside the window with my eyes open.
That kind of sunshine is fresh. At the moment I closed the window, it was a happy place, shining on the barren place in my heart. There are birds singing outside the window, occasionally mixed with crisp firecrackers. Under the sunshine, everything is so peaceful and solemn. At that time, there was such a teenager who smiled in the sun and felt the sun with all his enthusiasm. Today's teenagers are not what they used to be. The vines of the years have begun to wrap around the skin and psychologically, but the sunshine outside the window is still the same.
That kind of sunshine is warm. I like basking in the sun very much, just staring blankly alone. Its temperature melted my heart. Not only is my skin warm, but if my heart was cold at that time, it would melt it, I believe it will. Everything outside the window seems warm to me: big trees, white houses, blue skies and cheerful birds. ...
I hid a meter of sunshine outside the window in my heart, and used it to warm myself and illuminate myself at the same time. It is so pure, pure, without a speck. Only in this way can I be completely moved, I think.
A meter of sunshine outside the window gives me a poetic feeling and is also guarding this warm world. Without sunshine, I really can't imagine whether everything is wrapped in darkness and can't stand out, and whether everything is indifferent.
I want to choose a sunny moment and photograph the one-meter sunshine by the window. Unfortunately, I really can't choose where to shoot this touching moment. My intention will only make me miss the best moment to find the focus, and the last shot may be Yu Guang. The most difficult thing to shoot is sunlight, and the most difficult organ to shoot is the eyes. I just let it drift in nature, let all my enthusiasm disappear, and then press the shutter in my heart to record this most touching and beautiful moment for me.
The birds outside the window are singing, the people outside the window are busy, the branches outside the window are beating, and the one-meter sunshine outside the window is holding a baton and rowing the most harmonious melody in nature, leisurely conducting this winter symphony in the air. Oh, how beautiful!
One meter of sunshine prose 8 One meter of sunshine shines on my heart. However, white clouds are like a sun umbrella. I don't know whether they cover the heat or the dark.
Winter sunshine, lazy. Just casually sprinkled on the windowsill. I tried to raise my hand to pick it up, but I ran away in a hurry. Because the sun is cold, its light is cold and out of reach. It's warm just looking at it.
On New Year's Eve, there are colorful fireworks everywhere, which bloom just above our heads and light up the whole night sky. At a certain moment, the angle at which the corners of the mouth are raised darkens someone's world.
Not far away, surrounded by a group of people, like jiaozi. I wonder: What are they doing? Is there any trouble today? Keep walking.
Sister, what are you doing? '
Someone gave a cry.
What's going on here?
The old woman next to her whispered that her husband died before the borrowed money was returned, and an old man with cancer and two children who were studying at home also jumped off the bridge.
My heart is cold.
At that time, the sun was hidden, and it was already night. However, each of us is the sunshine in life. No matter whether it is smooth sailing or full of difficulties, we can't give up.
Because, without sunshine, life is bleak and repetitive.
And each of us is that meter of sunshine!
One meter of sunshine prose 9 One meter of sunshine flows in, and it is golden everywhere in an instant.
The pen between the forefinger and the middle finger is still drifting eagerly, leaving a black mark. As if in a dream, I suddenly found my pen stained with yellow and my fingers plated with mottled gold. On the working surface lying quietly under my fingers, black ink is also mixed with golden traces, shining on the white bottom. I looked up and looked out. Oh, that winter was one meter of sunshine.
Looking at the color in front of me and feeling the temperature flowing from my fingertips, my heart can no longer be calm. I seem to feel that all the air molecules around me are moving. They jumped around and danced the waltz of love around me. It was so warm. Through the window glass, I wanted to feel the temperature of that meter of sunshine with my eyes, but suddenly I felt that she was so shy. She covered her beautiful face with a yellow veil, but it was not enough. Finally, she released a mixed light of yellow and white, which penetrated my thick hair and fell straight into my eyes. I can't help but not overdo it and protect my eyes, but I'm still dizzy with happiness. At this moment, she was secretly laughing at me.
The distant mountains stopped talking, so he left time for the happy bluebird, and even the tall and straight cold pine silently prayed for her. The flowing lake seemed to be still, and she quietly watched her partner play and laugh. The ripples in the water are the corners of her mouth.
I sit here quietly and let the temperature of the sunset flow around me.
I just sit here quietly and feel the brightest sunshine this winter.
One meter sunshine prose 10 learning from bottom to top, I haven't got up early for a long time. I got up early recently, and suddenly found that the sun was so close to us, only one meter away. I held her carefully and found that she was so beautiful in the morning.
In the morning fog, the city sky is full of fish white. The sparse cars on the road are flashing like meteors with their headlights on. High-rise buildings edit their own beautiful images in the hazy morning color, such as the different heights of people, standing in the world.
It's not light yet. But the sunshine in this city is already dressed up. City beauticians dip their long brooms in youth and bring sunshine to our window. They come from the morning fog and walk from the morning sun, like a magical magician, dressing up the bustling city with hard-working hands, like neon flashing in the distance, which are sleepy eyes, decorating the beauty and glory of the city.
Dance music in the roadside park, people running, cheerful birds singing in the birdcage next to it, and the freshness of the morning, the park opened her sleepy eyes. Young people trot slowly, exuding the vitality of the sun, while old people walk quickly, exuding the strength of the sun.
On the street. Businessmen who get up early and wholesale, pushing tricycles, are struggling to move forward, and the vegetables full of them are wrapped up by their bills, as if the main thing is vegetables, not their own bodies. Panting, they left the roadside scenery behind them, but took the sunshine in front of them. Their cheeks are rosy and shining with sunshine. That unremitting progress, stepping on the hope of life, runs on the sunshine avenue.
I picked up the morning sunshine carefully. Open your heart and let the warm sunshine shine on my heart.
Sunshine is not lazy, it spreads all over the city. But the young people in the city are lazy. They live a life of "not going offline at night and not getting up in the morning". High-heeled shoes are rapid and loud, with rapid steps, flying on the hard asphalt road, holding fried dough sticks in the left hand and soybean milk in the right hand, like dancing cha-cha, melting in the ambiguous morning light.
The eastern sky, like a handful of orange pigments, dyed the sky red, and this kind of red radiated to the world bit by bit from point to slice, from slice to surface. In this red time, hold up the round sun, radiate golden light, and illuminate this colorful world.
The sunshine crossed the street, swept the elevated, and sprinkled on the faces of young men and women. In this early spring morning, it was filled with happiness and joy. With the passage of sunshine, the quiet streets are boiling slowly. This tender feeling of early spring strongly kissed this colorful city and lit up the refreshing morning.
I walked along this road in the park, and the bus next to me started his day's work, such as the old cow dragging the heavy pears of his childhood and stepping on the wet morning light in his father's shouting. The ambulance ran panting from far to near. I don't know whether he will meet a dying life or a new one. Anyway, what he received was that touch of morning light, because only when the morning light is over can there be the dawn of morning light, and the breeze blows gently, cutting out the new makeup of willow branches. Colorful crowds, like colorful clouds, hurried forward to catch up with the sunrise in this city.
The sun was lifted a little higher than the towering forest, squeezing her figure into the gap of the curtain and stroking the smile on the woman's sleepy mouth; The sun rises a little bit, higher than the voice of the mother reprimanding the child who doesn't want to get up; The sun was raised a little bit, higher than the flashing neon, which made her look pale in front of the sun.
Picking up the particles of sunshine, I carefully kept them in my heart. Stepping on the freshness of the morning light, I read the scenery of the city. A meter of sunshine is like a lover to me. She took my arm and walked side by side with me Her long soft hair kissed my face, like a stone falling into the lake of my flat mirror and rippling into the distance.
I packed up the sunshine I collected all the way and walked home. The sunshine ended her prelude and started normal music. Clouds seem to have returned to their parents' home, and the vast sky is reflected in blue by the high sunshine. The distance of sunshine is close at hand, which injects vitality into this loaded city. Wake up in the street and start its excitement. Crowded pedestrians fill the street, just like a smooth water pipe suddenly stuck by a foreign body and can't flow smoothly.
The sun is catching the train home, crawling slowly and spreading her beauty to the whole world without stint. I counted her beautiful figure and treasured this meter of sunshine in my heart.