Na Yue's emotional prose that year.

Na Yue's emotional essays in those days are always unforgettable in our life. By reading emotional prose, we can better understand emotions. The following is the emotional beauty of Na Yue that I shared with you!

That year, emotional essay 1 My brother Mao often said, "Who have you lived with in your life?" How to live? God has arranged it, so it is inevitable that you will meet me, not here but there. " After so many years, I have to admit that this sentence is still somewhat philosophical. Otherwise, how could I meet him when I didn't look for him at school for the first time?

Probably because I was old, I began to like nostalgia. Think about the colorful youth in the past, and then look at the tepid days now, and I can't help feeling, life! It's never what you think. We always inadvertently deviate from the ideal track, but always inadvertently fall in love with such an ordinary day.

When I first met him, I was just 20 years old, the same age as a lush person, and I was a fearless "female man". Because of the policy, we no longer assign jobs after normal school graduation. It happened that China Wushu School recruited teachers and applied. At that time, my family was worried that you couldn't control those wild children in the martial arts school. Actually, I have other schools to choose from, but I insist on coming. For this matter, his explanation is: "Because I am waiting for you here."

The thing is, my friend was afraid that I would be bullied when I came here as a stranger, so he introduced me to his classmate (he is also the coach of the martial arts school), so after the report was finished and everything was arranged, I went to the coach, who was not in. So my brother Mao received me very kindly and talked with me enthusiastically for more than two hours. I was too careless and nervous to realize his intention.

Later, he said that he had actually written his resignation report that day. Out of brotherhood, he felt that men really should go out and venture, so he decided to go out and start a business with his best friend. If I had been late that day, he might have packed his bags and gone to Jianghu.

What happened in the world is so coincidental that I went so early and so late that I came to him. As a result, the resignation report is gone, the wandering in the rivers and lakes is gone, and the inspirational story of a poor self-made business is gone. Is this the legendary love at first sight? I don't know what brother Mao is thinking. I only know that since then, he has taken root in the martial arts school and devoted himself to being a good coach.

I am really happy in China Wushu School. The students here are not as unruly as they thought. They are just insecure children, lacking a little care. As long as you treat them sincerely, they will really give you a lot in return.

In class, they will listen to your lecture with their eyes wide open. I still remember what they often say: "Teacher! We will attack anyone who dares not to listen to you! " After class, they will gather around you and have the cheek to beg you: "teacher!" " Teacher! Call the teacher in class and call your sister after class, okay? "Moreover, the children have great potential and train very hard. The training and rehearsal of the Spring Festival Gala every year are very hard, but the children have persisted and achieved good results.

Up to now, many children who have graduated still keep in touch with me and sometimes meet each other. In their bright smiles, I saw those children who were naughty in the eyes of others; I saw the children who stayed in the classroom to write their compositions without lunch; I saw the children who helped me fetch water and buy food after the training; I saw a child sweating profusely and rehearsing the program meticulously; I saw a child, because I suffered a little injustice and looked wronged. . . . . . I heard those childish voices in those years: "Sister, do you know why we all listen to you so much?" Because you treat us like good children. "Hearing this sentence, I was not only moved, but also shocked and bitter. These children who fight and cause trouble in the eyes of others have such a simple request.

They also taught me a spirit, an indomitable spirit, an indomitable spirit in adversity. They always ask me persistently, "Teacher, how old are you this year? Do you have a boyfriend? Our coach is very good. Think about it. " Every day, every day, I enjoy it. In this regard, Brother Mao's cheeky explanation is that his personality is too good, so the children all speak for him.

I remember that guitar playing and singing were popular on campus at that time, and the story of my brother Mao sitting outside the window singing to me has been passed down to this day. Now children often recall to me: "Teacher Niang, everyone knows that my master touched you with a guitar." I said, "With your master playing those two times, you are still tone deaf? I saw his runny nose and tears, but I felt sorry for him. "

I broke many people's glasses with him. He was really poor at that time, except that he was really good to me. Life at that time was often awkward. Once, we didn't get paid for three months, so we lived on Brother Mao's living expenses of 240 yuan a month. The days of eating steamed bread and pickles are now full of joy in retrospect.

Now that life is good, there are more frictions. Buy a house, have a baby, buy a car. . . . . . Everything is moving towards the set goal. However, I always feel that my previous passion is gone. Brother Mao said, "You! Just a child who hasn't grown up, suitable for living in fairy tales. God gave you to me in this life, and it is true to live a real life. "

I stayed here for a long time tonight. When he saw it, he would probably say, "If you are uncomfortable, go out for two laps and promise to sleep when you come back." I hate to itch at the thought of his indissoluble amorous feelings. I can think of him wearing a 50-yuan sweatshirt, but he bought me a skirt for more than 1000, and came back happily to say that your daughter-in-law is really beautiful. I remember that every time he went on a business trip, he brought me many gifts, but because of his different eyes, he could only be shelved. Remembering that he came back every month to pay his salary, he said piteously, "My wife left me some private money, only 20?" After years of marriage, he said to his mother-in-law, "Mom, be nice to my daughter-in-law." ……

I can't help laughing when I think of it, and my eyes are wet with laughter. In fact, life is like this. We often have tears in our eyes, but the corners of our mouths are unconsciously tilted, experiencing and cherishing all kinds of tastes. This is life.

The best memory of Na Yue's Emotional Essay 2 that year is that he left himself in the past, in a Miri, Malaysia and Malaysia, holding time, gently holding tea, adding fragrance to purple strangers, doing occasional flower burials, waiting for rebirth and blooming again. In the depths of the old alley, the walkers pass by, wandering under the story of time. Who is the protagonist? Who is whose lyrics? Sigh. Breeze, angular memories, years in Ran Ran, time is like sand, when polished and carved, the scenery has rewritten its original appearance. ...

When one day, flowers are falling all over the sky, pear blossoms are raining, drifting at the end of the years, swinging through the bustling glass of the world, white hair comes quietly, suddenly looking back, a song of feelings is not exhausted, a feeling lingers in my fingers, carefully holding the hope of childhood, a season of flowers, a round of cigarettes, a period of time, a period of regretless past. Located in a nostalgic memory, Xu Wen's dusty smoke looks through the autumn water, always attached to the paragraphs in the yellowed pages, gently salvaging the dripping time, but reflecting the thin stalks, it is difficult to pick up!

I don't know when, so nostalgic, facing the distant past, silently cursing the English in front of the door, falling one by one, thin winds and large films, sudden baptism, drifting mood, and starting to miss the window, mumbling, water, Xiao Xuan window, bamboo curtain, thinking about red candles, hanging cigarettes and clouds, it is already a depression of the wind, hazy night, and residual feelings.

Nostalgia is growing day by day. Looking at the old photos, I feel depressed and come by the old moonlight. The tall ponytail dances in the breeze, and the red face is full of beautiful spring scenery, which is colorful with the changes of the four seasons. When I was young, Mei Ting was beautiful. Don't forget last romance, remember the years, love the west wind and sunset glow, be ignorant, romantic and gentle, maybe that's the girl's feelings, that's the beauty of the Jinse years!

What I once liked and loved was mountains, water, people, gurgling rivers, weeping willows, swimming in shallow water, playing on the beach, barefoot loach, catching fish and shrimp. Run and jump in the field to catch grasshoppers, dig wild vegetables in groups of three or five, and play with mud; The monkey seems to climb the tree to pick Sophora japonica, jump rope to play under the big stone tree and play house. Innocent flowers, red tips, depict a picture of childhood; Clear rivers, surging waves of passion.

Time is silent, quiet and deep, leaving traces silently, floating with deep feelings, just like a shallow moon looking forward to love, light and shallow, dipped in ink, splashed with ink incisively and vividly, the landscape is faint, the pen is picturesque, colorful and bright as spring. That past year was like a poem, plain and even, with rhyme and missing first words; Also like a song, ups and downs of notes, wrote down the joys and sorrows; It used to be a free kite, flying high in the sky and flapping its wings in spring.

That year, Na Yue had four seasons like spring. Memories are always warm and gentle. This is Mei Ting in spring, the vitality of pink and willow green, the beauty of bees and butterflies, the color and taste of youth. Every time I mention it, I feel the surge of emotion surge. In the morning without regrets, colorful pearls and birds jumped on the paper plane and flew over the blue sky and white clouds, reflecting the early spring, fragrant hearts and clouds, and beautiful memories!

Flowers bloom and fall, the tide rises and falls, fate comes and goes, and it comes and goes, all entangled in this old time. It turns out that time has never passed, but the wind is still there. The lingering fragrance of the ferry moistens the falling stamens, and I miss the past more and more. The girl's ignorance, graceful feelings, youthful years and romantic months have crossed the world and the fingers of time. The tacit understanding given to each other warmed the scenery of this journey.

In the old days, I was silent, recording my original intention, accompanying my growth, and being naive and happy. Miss the same, hide your heart, cut off the drizzle and breeze, soften the growing branches, and use gentle words. Every memory, every miss, accompanied by yesterday's lingering fragrance, colorful sky, people passing by, and things that turn around, like passing sand and falling autumn leaves, are all in the cycle of replacement, a new beginning. I believe that after the haze, the sun is shining, and after the storm, the rainbow is all over the sky.

Na Yue that year, that miss, once again remind of. The wind blows, fate and life are together, and slowly pass by, making it mine, a prosperous time of flowers flying and butterflies dancing, silent memories and faint thinking, only feeling that everything has not gone far!