Collection of Prose Essays
Whether you are in school or entering society, everyone knows prose, right? Prose is not limited by time and space. When writing prose, most of the time it is inseparable from events. So, do you know how to write a good essay? The following is a collection of prose essays that I have carefully compiled. I hope it will be helpful to everyone.
Collection of Prose Essays 1
"When women engage in philosophy, it is harmful to both women and philosophy."
This is one of my random words. , after its publication, it attracted many protests. Some people accuse me of being influenced by Schopenhauer and Nietzsche who despised women. This is unjust. This casual observation was written before I read Schopenhauer and Nietzsche, and the right to invent it belongs to me. Moreover, my starting point is definitely not to despise women. The next sentence I wrote in this casual comment is indeed true: "God knows, I say this because of how much I love women and how much I love philosophy!"
I have never thought that women are inseparable from wisdom. From what I have seen, some women are smart enough to eclipse most men. Generally speaking, women's intelligence is by no means inferior to men's, but their characteristics are different. Even Schopenhauer had to admit that women are far superior to men in terms of sensibility and intuition. However, out of philosophical prejudice, he regarded sensibility as a lower stage, so he ridiculed women as children who did not grow up, saying that their spiritual development was "between that of male adults and children." On the contrary, I value intuition more than logic, so I prefer women's wisdom. In men, rational maturity often comes at the expense of emotional degradation. This situation rarely happens to women, which is really something to be thankful for.
As far as the field of concern is concerned, female wisdom is a kind of earthly wisdom, the wisdom of practical life. Women are not as prone to metaphysical contemplation as men. Milton said: Men communicate directly with God, and women must communicate with God through men. In my opinion, this is not a disadvantage for women. If a person is too close to God, it will be difficult for him to take root in the world. When men search for God, they inevitably fail. When a woman looks for a man who bears the shadow of God, she is more or less certain. When men are troubled by issues such as immortality or nothingness after death, women send warm milk into their children's bodies, making a real contribution to the continuation of human life. Lin Yutang once said a very appropriate saying: "Men only understand the philosophy of life, but women understand life." If there were only male wisdom that was too big and too small, and there was no considerate female wisdom, the world would be so desolate. Gorky teased: "God created such a bad world because he was a single person." I think, fortunately, this single person still understands the style, and in addition to men, he also created another gender, so that this world does not count after all. Too bad.
In fact, most women don’t like philosophy by nature. A woman who likes philosophy may have a smart mind and want to seek further training from philosophy; she may have a painful soul and want to find a way out from philosophy. Unfortunately, in most cases, after learning philosophy, the mind becomes complex and abstract, which means that it becomes unintelligent; the soul becomes deeper and more desperate, which means it becomes more painful. I couldn't help but feel sad when I saw a smart woman trapped in the maze of conceptual thinking and speaking incomprehensible words. I couldn't help but feel sad to see a lovely woman scaling a metaphysical cliff and weeping into the abyss. Bad philosophy makes people boring, good philosophy makes people miserable, and both harm women's beauty. My objection to women engaging in philosophy stems from a feeling of pity and pity for women.
Looking back at history, there are women who became great poets, but there is no female philosopher who is famous in history. This is no accident. Women have studied philosophy since ancient times. Pythagoras, Plato, and Epicurus all recruited female students, but their grades were not tested. Judging from modern examples, the philosophical achievements of Beauvoir, Susan Lange, Kristeva and others show that if women cannot become great people in philosophy, they can at least become capable people in philosophy. So, how do women harm philosophy? This question really stuck with me.
Indeed, if measured by the standards of great men, except for a few individuals like Heidegger, most men are not qualified to engage in philosophy. If not, women might as well engage in philosophy. Women may bring their own intuition, emotion, and pragmatism into philosophy, which may make philosophy better. But in this way, I don't know whether it can become a philosophy. Collection of Prose Essays 2
The night was so quiet, the soft moonlight spread all over the ground; the night was so deep, and my father’s snoring was like a moving moonlight song, echoing in the night sky , looking at the face of my sleeping father, my thoughts drifted to the holy night sky...
When I was a child, I was always proud to have such a father, because he could tell many great truths and ask questions. He knows everything. My classmates knew that it was my father who helped me solve this problem, and they all looked at me with envy. Having such a father made me have a deep love for my father.
However, as time goes by and age grows, this feeling gradually fades away. The weather turned cold, and my father said with concern: "It's getting cold, so wear more clothes." "Oh, I understand." I answered nonchalantly. I looked up suddenly, and my father's old face and concerned eyes came into my sight. My heart trembled slightly...
The night is still so deep and so quiet. I just remember that it was so cold that night, and the moist air seemed to be mixed with raindrops. The bell rang and I rushed out of the classroom. Outside, it was dark, and a few old trees with fallen leaves were shivering in the cold wind. The figure standing in the cold wind was like a green pine... He tried his best to search among the crowd, letting the cold wind lift his coat and get into his trouser legs. It turns out that my father was afraid that I would be dark, so he came to pick me up like he did when he was a child...
The wind started to blow, and the moon rose. Under the moonlight, I could clearly see my father’s face; his sunken eyes, Dry and wrinkled skin. The old face is clearer. The figure standing in the cold wind made me unable to forget it for a long time.
Love is deep in the soul... Collection of prose essays 3
The beautiful and fragrant flowers are a kind of bright beauty; the big trees reaching into the sky are a kind of strong beauty; the birds are soaring Being in the sky is a kind of beauty of freedom; the novelty and uniqueness of the Bird's Nest is a kind of innovative beauty; the Shenzhou VII spacewalk is a kind of beauty of technology; people helping each other and harmonious blending are a kind of inner beauty. There are all kinds of beauty in the world, and beauty is all around you!
The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. In the winter when everything dies, other flowers have already fallen asleep under the snow. Only plum blossoms "bloom alone in Linghan" add a little beauty to this snow-white winter. This is a kind of strong beauty.
In a marathon race, two athletes were running side by side at the front, competing for first place. When they were about to reach the finish line, one of the athletes was injured by a beer bottle thrown from the audience. Falling to the ground; another athlete, Jackson only had to run one more step to win the championship, but he turned around resolutely, helped up the injured opponent, and walked towards the finish line together. This is the beauty of the Olympic spirit.
When studying genetic blueprints, scientists from six countries were working together. Although some of them interfered and wanted to seize the patent and make a fortune, they never got what they wanted. This is the beauty of collaboration.
Father's love is like a mountain, and mother's love is like water. The deepest and purest love in the world is maternal love and fatherly love. I was excited but read an article. In the article, a son who was paralyzed in bed was irritable every day and often lost his temper. And his old mother, who has advanced liver cancer, not only has to endure the pain every day, but also faces her son's unreasonable troubles every day. But she didn't complain, she endured it all alone and silently. She even had to enlighten and comfort her son... I felt this deep maternal love. This is the beauty of love.
There are thousands of kinds of beauty in the world, all of them are wonderful and all of them are eye-catching.
Romain Rolland once said: "It is not that there is no beauty in the world, but that there is a lack of eyes to discover beauty." Let us have a pair of eyes to discover beauty, discover the beauty around us, and feel the beauty around us!
Beauty is actually all around you! Collection of Prose Essays 4
In life, each of us is indispensable for the company of friends, relatives, and parents.
The most important thing in my life is the company of music. I've always loved music since I was little, and it all came from my sister. My sister is a piano student. She plays the piano very well. Whenever she plays the piano, I always watch quietly. I see her hands elegantly placed on the keys. When she plays, her fingertips flow like mountain springs. Pure and delicious notes. The romantic elegance of the piano set off the tunes she played, which made me deeply intoxicated. Since then, I have become obsessed with music. I listen to some music all day long and listen attentively. It is so beautiful!
From that moment on, I fell in love with music. Whenever I felt upset, I would listen to music and feel the happiness that music brought me. If you listen to the music carefully, you will feel that the music is the whispers of lilies to spring, the songs of birds singing to the wind, and the stars in the sky imitating the shining raindrops and falling cracklingly. Music is the night fire in the dark night, the song flowing in your and my hearts.
In life, there will be a lot of troubles. We might as well listen to music, close our eyes and understand what the music means. Feel it with your heart, I believe your life will have a unique flavor.
How pleasant it is to let music accompany you! Collection of Prose Essays 5
The high temperature that lasted for dozens of days has finally eased. We took advantage of the cool weather and my father took our family on a short trip to stretch our muscles and bones after staying at home for too long.
We first went to a small farmyard by Yangcheng Lake to eat farm food. All the vegetables are fresh vegetables that have just been pulled out of the ground. They are green in color and fresh and delicious in taste. The most delicious among them is the June yellow that has just been released. The crabs are small in size. If you open the crab shell, you will have a full stomach. Crab roe is so delicious.
After lunch, we came to Xishan Island in Taihu Lake. There are three bridges on the entire Xishan Island, connecting several small islands in Xishan together. The car was driving on the Taihu Bridge, and under the bridge was the vast Taihu Lake. The turquoise water was sparkling in the breeze, and it was extremely beautiful. Looking into the distance, you can vaguely see several continuous small islands. The islands are lined with green trees and have pleasant scenery, just like the lakes and mountains of the Jiangnan water town.
When we arrived at Xishan Island, we found a natural swimming pool with many tourists swimming in it. My father and I also rolled up our trouser legs and walked to the lake, splashing water and playing with each other. The cool lake water gently lapped our feet. Ah, it was so cool! Then we returned to the island, which was full of clean and tidy farmhouses. Residents placed baskets of fruits under their own pergolas, and there were many tourists fishing by the lake. There is also a small pond on the island, which is full of lotus flowers. The pink lotus flowers set off the green lotus leaves, which reminded me of an ancient poem, "The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red." Dad bought tender red water chestnuts that had just been fished out from the bottom of the lake. They tasted light, with a slight sweetness and the unique fragrance of water chestnuts.
Happy time always passes quickly. After dinner, night falls and we set foot on the way home again. At this time, street lights were already lighting up on the Taihu Bridge, shining with silver light, like pearls. The three bridges are like pearl necklaces scattered in Taihu Lake, looking extremely charming against the black velvet night. Sitting in the car, enjoying the breeze from the lake and the sound of gurgling water, I feel relaxed. Today I not only tasted seasonal delicacies, but also enjoyed the scenery of Taihu Lake and mountains. It was a rare day of leisure in this hot summer. Collection of Prose Essays 6
759 yuan
This was when I first started working.
In 1993, after I graduated from college, I was assigned to work at the Xiping County and Township Government. Since I had just graduated from school, my boss saw me as a well-mannered and well-educated person, so he It was decided to assign the township party committee’s responsibility for communications and reporting to me. Because I have just started my job, and because I am full of energy, I regard the work assigned to me by the leader as the trust of the leader in me. In order to write every press release, I often go deep into every village, street, factory, school and other units in the township to collect news clues, and promptly report on the advanced models and role models emerging from all walks of life at the grassroots level, so as to contribute to the economic construction of the township. and the construction of harmonious rural areas. Hard work pays off. At the end of the year, I was rated as an outstanding correspondent by the superior news department for my first-class work performance. At the same time, the town party committee specially gave me a bonus of 759 yuan.
This Sunday, I made an exception and gave myself a day off. For work, today is the first day since the day I reported to work that I returned to my hometown to reunite with my relatives. When I got home, I realized that my elderly father was already bedridden due to overwork. After a while of self-blame, I handed my father the 759 yuan bonus I had earned through hard work, in order to comfort my sick father. Unexpectedly, my father, who has been upright all his life, saw the 759 yuan in cash in my hand and insisted on asking me where I got it. He knew that when I just started working that year, I only had a monthly salary of more than 200 yuan. At this time, I had The 759 yuan is basically my salary income for the first quarter. Looking at my father's puzzled expression, I solemnly told him: I earned this 759 yuan with my own hard work and sweat, and it is the leader's recognition and praise of my work.
My old father didn’t read much, but he had an upright character and was easy to accept death. After listening to my explanation, he kept telling me on the hospital bed: There is a saying among us people that we eat other people’s food. If you are soft-spoken and short-handed in taking advantage of others, you should not ruin your life just because of temporary gains. People who are poor cannot be poor by ambition.
Later, with 759 yuan of medical treatment, the old father’s condition got better day by day. In my future work, I will always keep in mind my father’s admonitions to be honest and do things in a down-to-earth manner. Today, I have grown into a discipline inspection cadre at the grassroots level. I am grateful to the party and the organization for training me. I will never forget the earnest teachings my old father gave me.
Director of "Three Rangs"
Speaking of Director of "Three Rangs", it is actually the nickname given to Chen Panming by his colleagues. Who is Chen Panming? Why is he called "Three Rang" director? We have to start from the beginning.
Chen Panming originally served as the general affairs director of Renren Vocational High School in Xiping County. At work, he always kept the interests of the school and colleagues in mind. He often left difficulties to himself and put the benefits to himself. If there are many such things, everyone will affectionately give him a nickname - "three concessions" director.
On a Teacher’s Day in the 1980s, the township government specially allocated a batch of cheap diesel and evaluated fertilizers to the school as rewards to people and vocational high schools. Considering that everyone has several acres of responsible farmland at home, the principal He entrusted the distribution of these reward materials to Comrade Chen Panming. After receiving the task, Chen Panming followed the principal's instructions and distributed the diesel and fertilizers to his colleagues meticulously, showing the town government's care and concern for all teachers. It was delivered to the hands of the faculty and staff without any compromise. The next day, an old teacher approached the principal: Because he had many responsibilities, he asked the school to give him more affordable diesel and fertilizer quotas. Seeing the materials that had been distributed, the principal shook his head helplessly. At this time, Chen Panming, who lived next door to the principal's office, had long heard the conversation between the old teacher and the principal. So, he walked to the principal's office with a smile and handed over his own The cheap diesel and fertilizer tickets were handed over to the old teacher...
In the autumn of the second year, a college graduate was assigned to the school. When the Spring Festival was approaching, the young college student proposed I need a new house to live in when I get married. After consulting with teacher Chen Panming, the principal said: It is difficult to find a suitable wedding house for young people at the moment.
The next day, Chen Panming told the young teacher: "Work hard, your marriage and new house will be arranged by the school.
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Later, the young teacher finally learned that his wedding room turned out to be the office of the General Affairs Office vacated by Comrade Chen Panming. Looking at teacher Chen Panming, he had already moved his office to the school to store sundries. It was in a dark and damp warehouse. After the wedding, the young man came to thank Comrade Chen Panming with cigarettes, wine and candies. Chen Panming smiled and said, "I can just have one candy for the wedding. We teachers are paid dead wages; You young people have just gotten married and have a longer road ahead. You should use these tobacco, alcohol and other things to entertain your relatives and friends. The young teacher declined but was moved and said: "Director Chen, you made affordable diesel and fertilizer for the teacher. Today, you gave up your office for me to get married. How do you want me to express my gratitude to you?" "
"Then let us work together and do the work assigned to us by the school. "Teacher Chen Panming smiled happily.
If Comrade Chen Panming had to give in to affordable diesel and fertilizers, and give in to young teachers for wedding houses, then the most important thing is to give in. What colleagues admired was the story of Comrade Chen Panming's three concessions.
One day 10 years ago, it was time to apply for the annual professional title. The principal and colleagues of Renhe Vocational High School all advised Mr. Chen to apply. Take this last train before retiring, because everyone knows in their hearts: Teacher Chen Panming has been dedicated and diligent in his work since he started working. In terms of political performance or performance, he should have been promoted to a senior middle school title. Therefore, Chen Panming is about to retire in one year. Teacher, not only the principal was anxious, but his colleagues were even more anxious. Unexpectedly, when the school decided to fill out the form for teachers to apply for the title of senior middle school teacher, Comrade Chen Panming gave up the promotion quota to the school’s young front-line teachers. To this day, Chen Panming He had to earn a monthly salary of more than 300 yuan less than his colleagues...
From then on, Comrade Chen Panming's nickname of "three concessions" director was born...
One quilt has three Patch
Three years ago, I worked in the Renhe Township Government. One day after breakfast, I went to the office of Comrade Sun Yizhou, then Party Secretary, to report on my work.
That morning, it happened to be the right time. One sunny winter day, on the way to Secretary Sun's office, I happened to meet Secretary Sun head-on. Secretary Sun had just come out of the bedroom, carrying his own bedding on his right shoulder. After exchanging greetings, I learned that Secretary Sun had just come out of the bedroom. The secretary was about to take out his bedding to bask in the sun, so I raised my hand to help Secretary Sun. By accident, I discovered a small secret on Secretary Sun’s quilt: “Secretary Sun, your bedding is already a cultural relic. "I pointed at the three old coarse cloth patches on Secretary Sun's quilt and I laughed at Secretary Sun.
Secretary Sun smiled at me a little embarrassedly: "Although we are a national construction cadre, we will always be Son of a farmer, you can never lose your hard and simple style. "
A drop of water can reflect the brilliance of the sun, and a small thing can reflect a person's moral cultivation. "We are state cadres, and we are also the sons of farmers. "A simple sentence summarizes Comrade Sun Yizhou's clean style as an ordinary Communist. A quilt with three patches, in today's era of extremely abundant material products, even many children sneer at the patched quilt, but it is Comrade Sun Yizhou always kept it with him as a treasure.
Privately, colleagues who knew Secretary Sun also said: Comrade Sun Yizhou's quilt has been with him since he started working, whether he was in Erlang or Song Dynasty. He served as the main leader in Ji, Lumiao and other townships, or later he went to work in the County People's Congress due to work needs. Comrade Sun Yizhou's hard-working, simple, honest and diligent style was well-known by his colleagues.