Afternoon prose

In the afternoon, prose 1 couldn't conceal the exquisite scene of time slipping away. When I suddenly looked back, I saw the torn and incomplete picture. Those afternoons, I will remember them forever, and I will experience them forever. Maybe I have been thinking, what should I do in the afternoon? Maybe I don't do anything and don't even think about it.

Sleeping in the sun, I have a kind of unspeakable warmth. That refreshing feeling can be enjoyed at ordinary times. Then I was curious to see what the sun looked like. I always thought I could look directly at the sun through my fingers, but I was stung by the warm light. In the afternoon, in the sunshine, my father and I talked about my future plans. Although I am now in college, my father still taught me to work hard, not to live up to my expectations, and to be successful. I nodded feebly. In the afternoon, the sunshine on my body can never give me all the warmth, so I curled up helplessly in the heater. My listless face is full of sadness, because I really want a girl to call me Ronan next to me. In the afternoon, I may still be immersed in the game just now, and I will be resentful after getting the fourth kill. In the afternoon, singing the familiar song and humming the beautiful Jiangnan minor, the classical beauty and literary atmosphere instantly occupied the air next to me. In the afternoon, I sighed in Chang 'an for a long time and shed a few heroic tears. The beauty came back as scheduled, said no more playing, and complained endlessly about her death.

Have a cup of tea in the afternoon, recite a poem and discuss the philosophy of life. In the afternoon, we walked together until the sun went down and we were reluctant to go. In the afternoon, in the most beautiful period of every day, I will always think of the intersection with you and never forget your charming smile. I will never forget it. It's really that hair is easy to break and feelings are hard to cut. In the afternoon, near sunset, you took my hand and said that you would grow old with me. You said our love would be as cold as water. But on another afternoon, how can someone else hold your hand? Then I remembered, because of love, I won't be sad easily. I realized that I wouldn't be sad without you and the past. I'm complaining, complaining about those vows of eternal love, those who never leave, those who live and die together.

Who is the teenager buried in the heart of the goddess? Is it charming wit? I also want to know if that teenager likes girls with waist-length hair. I believe that the goddess in a teenager's heart is beautiful with long hair and plain face, just like fireworks.

In the afternoon, the western sunshine still shines on me warmly, and it does not dislike the lonely and melancholy people on the roadside. Who else is like sunshine? I feel that only the afternoon sunshine silently gives me unwavering support.

In the afternoon, just after school, I practiced calligraphy for a while with great care. As my father said, my brain is weak and I am not qualified to practice calligraphy. Later, with the computer, there was even more reason not to write, even lazy to sign. Although I envy the cat's signature on the prescription, I am still too lazy to start writing, so that my colleagues are surprised to see my handwriting again, and they don't believe I wrote it anyway. Haozi said one day: Muyu practices calligraphy, just like Pinlai!

The products are smart and not very disciplined, but the brushwork is changeable. Once I said to my good friend: Your husband's cursive script is a little stiff. Give him a drink! Husband's handwriting, whether ethereal or idle, is orderly, cold and profound, which is beyond the reach of commodities. But he lacks wildness, publicity, spontaneity and reckless heroism in his bones. He buried his feelings in his brushwork. I believe that drinking can lift the cordon in our hearts and make people unruly. To some extent, hundreds of Li Bai's poems about fighting wine are all from the release of the soul. Pinlai doesn't drink, but when I watched him write, I clearly saw that his pen had wings of freedom. Many times, I found that he scribbled without planning, the paper was more elegant, the first and last titles were ups and downs, and his thoughts were surging. The overflow of so much ink, or a mess, or broken and white, is affected by emotions. That kind of leisure unique to the East shines brilliantly in his works, and the nihilistic elements leap from the paper. After all, occasionally a little rash. According to the rigor of China's calligraphy, there are some flaws, but randomness contains a person's true state when he is not bound by any restrictions. Too much careful design and management are not what I want. I like some casual participation and some uncertain accidental endings. So, I was not in the mood. No matter how many times I wrote the word "Jing Ya", I always lost the emptiness of that word.

One day, I heard from my friend that there was an old woodcutter in the city who wrote very well. I thought she liked the word "Jing Ya", but she wouldn't let me hang it on the wall, so I tried to taste the word "Jing Ya", so that I could appreciate the elegant and ethereal calligraphy. Secondly, we can feel the charm of calligraphy through the sculptor's re-creation; Third, it can satisfy her wishes. Pinlai readily agreed.

When I was in Nanchang, I often went to Tengwangge alone to see stone carvings and wood carvings. Now that I think about it, what else can keep the ethereal and verve of calligraphy? The manipulator of modern technology, the result is not only fast, but also realistic. When I was a child, I watched woodcarvers change chisels of different sizes, carving from different angles and different parts, jingling like playing music. Every working procedure is orderly, and every movement is patchwork. I like thoughtful behavior. The carved object image is not only vivid, but also the viewer can fully feel the collision of hearts and the sculptor's calm mood. Hands fall, eyes follow, heart follows. A work is so vivid and spiritual. However, when I took the word, the sculptor said that he no longer carved by hand, but made it by computer! It also emphasizes that computer production can guarantee 100% calligraphy works. -Master, I'm here to carve it for you by hand. Why do you recommend computer production to me?

One day, I showed my father my calligraphy. Father said: the greatest advantage of his calligraphy is that it is not like facial expressions, and its brushwork is changeable and very spiritual. My father seldom praises people so much. I remember my father's words about hands-on were monotonous and boring, like a pile of exquisite firewood. Qigong is a contemporary calligrapher! My father especially worships Lin Sanzhi's words, and always says that Lin Sanzhi's deaf pen and ink exudes the artistic conception of moonlight everywhere, introducing people into the ethereal world.

Proust said: Maybe only nothingness is true. A person roaming in the art world must yearn for freedom. Freedom at the bottom of the pen is secondary, and what is more important than the bottom of the pen is the mind. As for me, I appreciate the words and stay away from those aesthetic frameworks. He always pours his thoughts into ink, without will or care, and unfolds quietly. . .

The afternoon sun in March is the most comfortable, gentle and bright, bright and not dazzling. The sun shines through the glass window, and a little colorful halo looms on it. My freshly dried hair began to spin on my fingers, with a faint fragrance and a slight nose attack. Outside, the breeze is blowing, and the green leaves of holly are dancing proudly, as if laughing at the green that has not yet bloomed. Let him be proud for a while, and we can see that under the embrace of a few bright sunshine and the nourishment of spring rain, their lives will bloom quietly and soar into autumn inadvertently.

In the afternoon, this temperature is a kind of enjoyment, people's hearts will start to be lazy, try to calm down and feel her comfort slowly, and those guys who have slept for a season are ready to go and can't wait to see the world in this new year. I squinted, quietly, pushed open the window, pushed open, and it was spring.

The Spring Festival in the community is the most lively. Although it is only a few clusters near the corner, it is yellow and eye-catching. Those plants that can't be named also begin to contain new pistils, and the light green color has become the main theme. A peach blossom by the pool is the most enchanting, whitest and dustless in the whole community. Occasionally, I will dance with the wind and spread all over the floor. No one trampled on it. Often even the property will detour, and the child will pick it up and throw it high to cheer for her. Others float gently in the pool for a long time.

There are several children in the yard, accompanied by grandma, having a good time. At the door, a beautiful young mother led her daughter with a kite in her hand and walked out happily. Suddenly I feel very happy, because I have a fairy-tale rural childhood and a complete and free spring.

"Spring in the Country" is a beautiful watercolor painting with gradual changes in form, without any lines deliberately existing for rhetoric. Everything seems to have aura and a heart. When the wind is warm, the cold goes to spring, the willows are covered with green branches, the greenery is sprinkled on the hillside, and the clear water enters the stream. Spring is just right, and all the flower fairies are more graceful. When the Spring Festival turns yellow wantonly, Pak Lei begins to strive for beauty, pink peaches are no longer shy, and wildflowers on the roadside are smiling. Thousands of rape fields, sea breeze crossing the sea, cheerful magpies singing in the world, free swallows wandering in the countryside. The kites we made by ourselves are flying in front of our eyes with the spring breeze, flying to the blue sky with our childlike innocence and dreams ... In the spring of March, it is full of poetry, amorous feelings, vitality and hope. ......

March is a beautiful season, a season of spreading hope. Now, on such a day, I dare not think about the past in detail, for fear of inadvertently hurting this fragile growing heart. After all, time waits for no one. In a blink of an eye, we have grown up, the society has progressed, the living standard has also improved, the scale of the city has also expanded, and the scenery in spring has become more and more beautiful and exquisite. However, the pace of our search for spring figure has moved from tourist attractions to natural pastoral areas, and from natural pastoral areas to those barren places. We are used to pursuing with our cameras on our backs and enjoying the beautiful scenery along the way. Then, deep aftertaste, long nostalgia.

In my impression, March's footsteps are gentle and light, with heavy life and hope for the future. The songs in March are cheerful and quiet, full of vitality and tenderness. At that time, it was March, when it was the flower season, and the spring was full. The family was happy. In a beautiful season, there was no need to get a feeling of parting for the family's livelihood. We will be proud and cheer for the arrival of spring. We will take off our coats, chase ducks, go to the river, tease fish, go to vegetable fields and catch bees. We don't have to go to remedial classes on weekends for grades, and we won't be forced by the school to take medicine without illness. At that time, the blue sky and white clouds were not legends, and there was no need to invest 760 billion yuan for a PM2.5 at that time. Spring ploughing was the most beautiful topic, and shouting was the most promising slogan, instead of discussing those high-profile anti-vice and low-key things, not accompanying Kunming, tears, heartache and fear, nor shouting over and over again. Mh370, where are you? All China will come to pick you up. ......

The footsteps of spring are approaching, but the person chosen by the story has lost the mood to hug her. After sighing, we pray that the warmth of spring can reduce the helpless cold. Let the breath of spring be more intense!

Afternoon Essay 4 In the afternoon, I woke up lazily, and the sunshine overflowing from the window sprinkled its warmth, stretched my waist lazily, and got up gently, as if afraid of scaring away the warmth. .....

Make a pot of tea, turn on the computer, order a melody of love, then bury yourself in the spacious sofa, let the sunshine soak me gently ... enjoy the fragrance of afternoon tea and a warm hug. ......

Loneliness is beautiful, just like the afternoon sunshine; Feeling is happy, just like this warm warmth; Missing is strong, just like the mellow tea in the cup; My thoughts are far away, just like the faint clouds in the sun, like the wings of an angel, flying with me, leaving quietly and returning gently, and returning again, with my thoughts and the broken words of my lover. .....

As a result, a lot of sunshine is sprinkled in the teacup, mellow tea adds the flavor of lovers, lingering songs add the smile of lovers, and the beautiful quiet afternoon makes people suddenly crave this lazy, idle and empty spirit. ......

A person's afternoon can be so elegant!

Standing at the window in the afternoon, looking at the distant sea, the sea breeze blew, and my heart broke in an instant.

Every time I calm down, the first person I think of is you. You are the one I want to forget most. In the morning, I want to get drunk, forget myself at that moment and disappear at that moment. You left my world, disappeared and generally left; And I'm still looking back and waiting. The sea breeze blew and stripped me of my disguise, leaving me alone, helpless on the ground, crying slightly. Curled up, paddling on the floor, perhaps, the last person is more suitable, forget yourself.

Memories cry with the wind, but yesterday you held someone else's arm and smiled so sweetly that I was unprepared to see another one beside you. Suddenly, I just want to run away from you.

I was in tears. I tried to draw on the floor with my hands, and the painting became heavier and more cruel. Finally, I changed the floor to a new color, full of blood, so I'm afraid of blood. I'm a tragedy? Oh, you say that about all my topics. Am I a tragedy? Oh, yes, you have forgotten all your promises to me, and I still insist.

"He hasn't gone. He will still watch over me. He still loves me! " A person, squatting silently, but can I continue to lie to myself? I believe so stubbornly that you still love me, and our love will not be broken. We made an appointment to watch the sunset every day. Do you remember these?

Finally, all illusions were shattered with the beating of the waves. Everything about you has been engraved on my heart. I am addicted, and the phrase "Baby, I love you" rings in my ear, but it is also ruthlessly annihilated. Missed, lost, forgotten, and finally, waiting for the night and dawn alone.

I like to sit in the coffee shop on the corner in the soft afternoon sunshine.

The room is filled with fragrant coffee, and lazy music is spreading around. Ambiguous light shone on the table through the shirt tree outside the window.

There is a kind of idleness.

Sipping coffee slowly, through the dusty air, waiting for your sentence: How are you today? Half ring, didn't listen to a word. I opened my foggy eyelids, and the smiling face of the waitress occupied my sight: "What do you need, sir?" I shook my head awkwardly, avoiding their curious eyes.

Thick glass divides the house into two worlds from the outside. This is a leisure space with petty bourgeoisie sentiment, where people whisper and taste at will. Enjoy a bright afternoon and experience the tranquility of coffee.

Across the street, vendors lined up to run their business carefully. Z Ryan's mouth is nothing more than chatting about the trifles of western parents and masters, and the work at hand has never forgotten to stop, with a chrysanthemum-like smile on his face. Occasionally passers-by passing by the street are in a hurry, as if the earth is going to explode if they are late. It is said that the formation of this habit also has historical reasons. In the past, when traffic was underdeveloped, many people lived a nine-to-five life. If we don't speed up the road, I'm afraid we can only wander at these two points in a day. Nowadays, the transportation is convenient, people have become accustomed to it, and the time saved also provides people with many opportunities to "talk about Sang Ma with a glass in hand".

A bird flitted across the sky and flew far away. Its trace suddenly disappeared in the sky. I still remember Tagore's poem "I can't leave my mark in the sky, but I have flown". Not only birds, but also people. The short journey of life is fleeting, and how many people can leave the mark of passing by?

Passers-by and passing eagles are tired. Take a rest, enjoy the scenery along the way and look back on the road. You will find that you miss more than just the beautiful scenery!

Soft sunshine in the afternoon, mellow coffee in the afternoon.

Afternoon Prose 7 In the afternoon, it was already dark, and the rain gradually increased, leaving some cold breath; The wind stopped and screamed again. The whining wind roared fearfully, just like a ghost in a horror movie. The leaves swished and the wind was still blowing violently. The traffic on the street is increasing gradually, but the pedestrians are decreasing gradually.

Without the sun, the sun has been covered by dark clouds and can't shine at all. The whirring outside the window continued, and the music played by the stereo in the mall began to be intermittent and looming. Suddenly, a flash of lightning cut through the noise of the city, and several thunders were gloomy.

People often say that the rain has cleared up, but today's rain has no intention of stopping. Lightning is like a blooming flower, and thunder crackles. The sky was dark. What is swaying in the distance? I do not see any at all. I only see darkness.

The dim light hit the tall building, and the white lightning matched the darkness of the sky. Bursts of thunder followed the lightning, forming a closely connected lightning network. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and there are fewer and fewer cars in the street. Cars that occasionally "honk" are speeding, but they still can't stop the violent trend of heavy rain.

The high-rise building that has been built seems so helpless, standing in the Qionglou Yuyu, setting off its isolation. It is proud, unfortunate, strong, new, wind and rain, lightning strike, seemingly swaying but not moving.

At the same time, the rainstorm broke out fiercely. The rain poured down, and the street turned into a river, hitting the cars and moving slowly, splashing ripples, yes, just like the waves in the sea. Occasionally, a sports car passes by at high speed, and the rain on both sides of the wheel goes down with the trend and stops at that moment, which is beautiful.

Contrary to thunder, it is still the music in the mall stereo, which complements the wind, rain, car sound and singing. For example, persistent bean sprouts, knowing their own smallness, have extraordinary perseverance to push away the green slate. After an occasional silence, all the voices are silent, only the music is left. At this point, it is so complacent, but it is so lonely.

The sky in the west has cleared up, the sound of thunder and lightning is drifting away, the rain is still heavy, and vehicles can't bear loneliness and run wildly in the street. The cheerful music still roared loudly, as if clamoring for its victory.

It will always clear up after the rain and everything will disappear.

Essay 8 in the afternoon, you just fell down at the end of the season and stayed on the edge of the grave. Is it the quiet beauty of autumn leaves?

Is it death? The veins of leaves clearly surge with blood, which makes me believe that it is the dazzling and surging of life. In your wild surge and call for redemption, do you realize that flying itself is death? "Shh, be quiet!" I don't know who said that, but there seems to be a wise man from outer space. Dead, the dead are gone, and the dead are reborn.

"shh! Quiet. Don't touch the one who plays dead. "

Afternoon prose 9 floats with the thoughts of singing, rolls up the intoxicating sunset in the early spring afternoon and gently puts it in your heart. After the morning, there is a faint sunset and a quiet solitude with the spring breeze. There is a touch of sadness in silence. In the song, there is also loneliness, a trace of loneliness from indifference to richness, and every corner is full of thoughts. It can't stop, but still flows slowly in the silent time and space like the wind.

Through the window, my heart crossed the ambiguity of time and space, looking at the height of the sky, vaguely looking forward to such a feeling, such as clouds soaring in the blue sky, holding your hand, wandering freely between clouds and water, so that a touch of heart can be comparable to that of the stars and moons, and cross each other's hearts in the serene night sky.

The wind is soft, but this early spring is still a little cold. In such a shallow time, I will study you carefully, just like that gentle and windy percussion song. Thick rhyme, a dream, a ripple, a crush, a permanent memory. Happiness filled my heart and blew away my eyebrows, like a spring breeze.

In spring and March, ying ying is warm. When I miss you, you are in my heart. I only want to be loyal to my life, meet this verdant Chun Lv, and let the tenderness I bow my head for you fall into the eternity of time.

I don't know whether time follows eternity or those beautiful memories will last forever. With an idle, almost lazy thought, I will look for dribs and drabs, but it is a feeling, still a warm and sweet. I have buried all the unhappiness. Yesterday has passed. The past years have aroused beautiful waves because of you, which made my mood and flowers bloom. In this spring afternoon, I compiled all my fantasies into a book. Do you see the red clouds flying on my cheeks because of you?

Bathed in the spring sunset, a feeling, a wisp of concern. A song expressed a lot of melancholy and spent this faint time.

Afternoon prose 10, there is some chaos at home! In the eyes of rain, if you don't make the bed, no matter how clean the house is, it will be chaotic.

Looking at her husband who doesn't eat breakfast or lunch and still refuses to get up in bed, there is really no way. I went to France for eight days, and I was exhausted by the time difference when I came back. I didn't sleep in the middle of the night, so I can't get up now. Fortunately, it's the weekend, so it doesn't matter how long he stays in bed. If he changes the working day, will he dare to be so "presumptuous"?

Since the children started to live in school, they have reached an agreement with their parents-in-law, and they are separated from each other except for eating together on weekends. In this way, the old people don't have to work hard to prepare dinner for us every day. The main problem is, sir, the time to go home has changed too much, and the dishes have been cooked many times. Will you go home? It makes the elderly eat irregularly.

In-laws are old and in poor health. Even so, they like to do many things by themselves, which sometimes puts us in a dilemma. For example, at this daily dinner, Mr. Yu and Mr. Yu proposed to invite an aunt home to help more than once, but the in-laws tried their best to avoid disagreeing. Even the aunt who begged for rain refused, saying it was ok, and it was not too late to ask again when it really failed.

In-laws' generation of old people, when they were young, all came from bitter backgrounds. Although life is better now, some deep-rooted ideas are still difficult for them to change. Always instill in them: children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren! At their age, don't worry too much about the younger generation. They should do something they like or do something beneficial to their health and spend their old age happily!

Occasionally, my mother-in-law will educate me and say that she spends a lot of money and wants to save more money. I will also persuade my mother-in-law in a joking tone, why do you leave so much money? If you spend it, it's your own, otherwise it's all from the People's Bank of China? My mother-in-law had to shake her head and say, "You young people can't understand your thoughts!" "

My father-in-law at home is better, more receptive to new things and will buy some fashionable things to go home. Mother-in-law is a thrifty person. She really doesn't want to spend any money except our diet. Ask your mother-in-law, what is the money for? Her answer was ironic, saying that she kept it for medical treatment and medicine. It is said that it is someone in the community. What's the disease? How much is the monthly medicine fee for one person? Or who are the people in the community, what knife to open, and how much does the operation cost?

My mother-in-law can't be wrong. At least, she feels that saving more money will help her to rely on when she is old and ill, and it will also save the troubles of her younger generation. However, what she will never think about is that the two old people can still walk around, eat, wear and dress, be better to themselves, and make their lives more quality, so that they may live for a few more years. Even if there is illness in the future, I won't leave too many regrets! Just like the problem of using my aunt at home, I don't know how much I talked to my husband. Even if they don't have to worry about any expenses and bear them, 100 people don't want to. This is the most difficult concept to communicate between our two generations. I hope we won't be so stubborn when we are old.

In my spare afternoon, I talked about family problems unconsciously. In fact, similar confusion exists not only in the rain, but also in many friends. It coincides with the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the sound of rain blesses all the old people in the world: good health and happiness! Also appeal to aspiring young people: often go home to see, children are important, parents are more important!