Selected 5 beautiful prose about touching the heart

In recent years, the development of prose has been very rapid, and many beautiful prose has appeared, which is favored by readers and is unique in the literary world. Below I bring you a selection of beautiful prose that touches the heart, I hope it will be useful to you.

Touching the heart of the beautiful prose selection of a: love affair, the northern snow

The northern snow to come in the west wind, sticking to the wind's whistling, flurry, brake, the earth blank; even more than the rainy Jiangnan, I do not know the time, I do not know the mood of the passers-by, I do not know the inn to stay in people's sadness. North of the snow is good, silver and white in the empty, as if you walked into the infinite space, in a white world, gradually feel that everything is tiny, everything is tall.

Snowy fields in the north, standing in the open sparse villages, occasional chimneys of white smoke, more seemingly taller snowy fields. I was born in a remote village, from a young age and snow complex, such as a snowflake, see the big white snow in the big, melting snowflakes in the white of the pure, ambiguous snowflake childhood laughter, fantasize about that free a drift, transparent a world in the eyes.

The snowy north, childhood memories, but the ridge, standing next to the broken scarecrow, the fierce west wind, blowing, blowing! A broken finger pointing, is a long field of honest guardianship and watchfulness. Maybe it is pitiful to say, cold cold ah, you can not cold my heart, my heart with the snowflakes, the spring breeze together; maybe it is in the earth to talk about, look ah! Snowflake clothes, decorated with ambiguous wind chimes, only now the cold wind in the wild rise, my arm in front, is the red and green after you wash your dreams.

The snow in the north, the most value of the favor is the flurry of drifting. Although it is winter, although it is silent, but that fluttering snowflakes, such as that a tree of pear blossom rain, such as that a white butterfly wings fly, such as that sticky rhyme of the flute, a hole in the fly out of the sound particles. Dashing, dashing, ethereal, ethereal, such as the first Qin Zhuangzi's a lecture, things for the heart, the heart for things, empty for empty, things for things. Yes, empty of the heart of the bondage, empty of greed, empty of infatuation, before the wings of the wind, the shape of the clouds, in order to be all light.

North snow feelings, in the snowy night. That when the moon hangs on the silver branch, listen to the host bird to the wind empty song, look at the white empty wilderness; only a bleak bird song, but also can sense that the life of this white sky, brave a silent world, their shoulders is a music hall of life; silver tree in the white coat, is opening the pupil, the earth in the ice under the snow, is writhing. As long as the baptism of the cold of ice, enduring the loneliness of the cold, it must be standing high in the soul, willow bank flowers and a village.

The poetic mind of the northern snow, a branch of the plum sitting in the snow, you can laugh the dust into the snow slush, can be softened by the wind of winter, you see that the jade branch of the pen, the heart of the pen at the blossom, the stamen is not cold, the petals do not age, the snow for the paper, wrote the Tang Dynasty and Song Dynasty; see a white holy book, listen to the song wrapped in snow rhymes.

Yes, the snow God the soul of the snowy mountains, white the deep thoughts of life, purify the clamor of the heart, wash the dust of the soul. It is a dream to give birth to a wing, is to fly to the white direction, do not sigh! The wind on the curve, how wildly abusive; do not mourn! Dark shadows stacked, it can bury the direction of the road; footprints on the snow, always with the wind forward marchers, into the spring blossoms.

West wind superimposed winter spring gradually thick, cold ice sticky clothes dream more white, shaking branch a falling plum lamp, has been the smallpox flying pear. The heart is not worried, cooking lamp flower, snow buried all the rotten leaves crazy, laugh it for mud no soul return. The heart of the flotsam fly, willow branches hanging, moon branch pipa night bird blowing, star road appendage spring wind Cui. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products in the world, and then you can get your hands on some of the most popular ones.

Touching the heart of the beautiful prose selection two: coffee with salt

Coffee is bitter, salt is salty, coffee with salt feels like tears, difficult difficult?

The reason why I would think to think of adding salt to the coffee, it is all due to a story. The story is about a boy who drank a lifetime of salt coffee for his beloved girl. When I told this story to my friend, he was very touched, and from then on, he also began to drink the salt coffee, which is said to be not very good, and I did not know. Until one day he said he was leaving, and listening to him talk about his future arrangements, somehow I wasn't very sad. When he left, I picked up the coffee placed in front of him and drank it, since then, I no longer drink coffee.

I always thought that being a human being is a very painful thing, because we have to face a lot of things every day, maybe in front of outsiders, we can show a very calm and calm, and the bottom of the heart of that unknowingly left wounds, in addition to their own, who do not know.

I've known that I'm not a strong person, but always can not put down their own stupid pride and self-esteem to cry out loud, even if it is the loss of their most precious things, in front of others is only a "no matter what" look, as if they are really very free, but I do not know that the teeth have long been the lips! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.

At that time, I was as poor as an unattended kitten, lonely and desperate, until the one who drank salt coffee for me appeared, I finally understand what is called warmth. When drinking too much stomach pain as if dying, he held me standing in the street crazy stop car; when I was misunderstood by all the people no one is willing to really go to understand the truth, he stood out for me to clarify the truth; when with the family quarrel with their own one person ran out to blow the sea breeze, he quietly followed me until dawn; when my shoelace loose and I was too lazy to tie, it is 1 meter 86 he squatted down for me to tightly tied. He's a good guy, I like him. He is a good man, I like him, just like he likes me so much, but he does not know.

I've known for a long time that coffee with salt is not good, but I didn't expect it to be so hard to swallow, and the moment it hit my throat, I was so persistent and stubborn that I wept, and it was a pity that I missed it, and I couldn't get it back.

gb, I said I'm not a long-lived person, so I do not regret that I did not insist, I just heartache those years you pay for me a piece of hard work, I heard that you are now living a good life, so I'm relieved, because I said, if you leave you are a kind of liberation, I am willing to you go, even if you hated me at that time, and now hates me, and will hate me later, as long as it will not even involve you, how I I'm willing to do that.

Touching the heart of the beautiful prose selection of three: Poetry if the flowers bloomed, the flavor of the beauty of the lake pick

I hope that the memory and poetry with the tacit understanding, ink and light pen can be the world of elegance collection.

The song of the flowers and the moon,

The wine and the words of the mood to come.

The poem is like a flower in bloom,

the flavor of the beautiful rhyme of the heart of the lake to pick.

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I've always appreciated and obsessed with poetry, and I've always studied and explored the handwriting of famous writers, and I've been able to touch the elegant and fascinating rhythms of life from their poetic moods. It has been said that there are eight elegance in life: qin, chess, books, paintings, poems, wine, flowers and tea." In the thin years of time, or play, or enjoy, or read, or books, or drinking alone, occasionally so "literary" a bit, in order to relax the moment to collapse nerves of their own.

In the morning, the silent sentence "low high gold cup, shine the first sunlight". These beautiful poems and phrases in ink, that moist heart of the seed, then unconsciously in the heart of the broken soil, sprouting, leisurely fade open a heart flower. Read through the yellowed pages of the book, as if to see the once red show pavilion, cui screen curtain curtain, the fool dream, sound broken soul fly. The tent in the sleep, the words sob tears. The courtyard is y locked, remembering the taste of the king. Under the swing, chasing the butterflies, laughter and tears all through the beauty of that.

"How many times have you been in the dream, and how hard it is to look back at the old face? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do it all in one place. The slanting sun, courtyard, clouds, Hong, partridge, grass, flowers, swing? Stroke of the pen that is soft and gentle. Idle and elegant thoughts, imagery into the picture. That sparse stars, smoke and moon, broken bridges, running water, cold crows, mist and mist, Tingzhu, lonely pavilion? All of them are poignant and colorful. A few condensed sadness and grief, write out how many beautiful words. Curved pen, concise, with a clear, mountainous rhetoric piled up in the absolute beauty and refinement.

The flavor of life and charm, all on the road we walk. A side of bright and vivid carmine red, a tree of willow yellow, a pool of beautiful graceful Nymphaea, a piece of fluttering maple frost, with the ethereal will be once lightly dancing neon dress of the years softly put, so that the imagery of Shinyinyang Shinyin source of water flow. As if "the sky even leaves infinite blue, reflecting the sun lotus flowers different red" of the turquoise pond, people have not yet close, will have smelled the moist air mixed with a fragrance. A pool of pink fairies dressed in emerald-colored dress, is facing the red sun. She is not as charming as a rose, nor is she as colorful as a peony, but she can attract countless people to enjoy the lotus pond under the moon?

Romantic and thoughtful people know? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. The reason for this is because of the Xiangxiang, but also because of the sadness that they hide behind their tears. I don't know who wrote down "night rain lute complaint, Xiaoxiang dream cold poetry stage", such a poignant sentence, that is the love has become empty all kinds of helplessness, love in the heart of the mouth is difficult to open, it is difficult to chase and dream book out of the feelings, as if the loss of love in the tears, as much as the dike of the Xiangshui, enough to annihilate the tenderness of the obsessed, leaving an empty belly full of love sadness?

I like to shuttle in the "Tang wind and Song rain". Like through the Tang poetry of the pen, in the heart of the bank planted a few oblique willow, xiao frequently, the sound is turning, jade xiao rhyme lead to the moon wandering tenderness. I envy a certain scene in the Song lyrics, paddling a leaf orchid boat, will be marooned between the vast landscape. Green water around the mountains, the heart with the flow of water, at any time you can see the water mapping of the sky light clouds and shadows idle? Although I know very well that this life can no longer get rid of the red dust, but I hope to be able to grasp the heart dance without confusion, free to cultivate hedges and plant chrysanthemums in the heart.

"Birds flying high, lonely clouds alone to go idle", living in the vast and deep and swaying world, those who seem to be a million dendrobium spring "allusion", as if we have been inseparable. Whenever you walk into the natural and unadorned landscape, there seems to be a kind of unloading of the burden, to show the behavior of casual. Whenever a new poem into the rhyme, as if listening to, a drifter soul deep murmuring. Every time you read a book of spiritual philosophy, it seems to see the message of their own monologue.

From time to time with the poetry to drink, dialog, in order to better pen book flowers, record years. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots, and you'll be able to get a good look at them. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots. Charm, not to point out into the high-class places, not embodied in the clothes and food, but you in life, reading, appreciation and creation and so on these a series of small actions, let a person pleasing to the soul. Even if you put on a rough dress, hand planted a few flowers and plants and then accompanied by a few books, these leisure and elegant feelings can be piled up the beauty of the life of the minutiae.

Quiet night alone on the window of the street lamp, listen to a zheng song to purify the heart of the frequent throbbing, soothe yourself in four seasons, accumulated, heavy, unfulfilled dreams, head high, distant mountains with a smile, low eyebrow near the water is full of. The past is vaguely hazy, the mountains and water meet like a dream. Even though the number of images floating in front of my eyes have been reduced to the past. Even if life has set up a labyrinth for me, even if the years have rusted the doorbell I want to ring, I still insist on walking in the way of reciting poetry.

Touching the heart of the beautiful prose selection of four: let the words and soul elegant dance

Life in the world, ups and downs, down and up, there are always some feelings need to be quiet to recall, there are always some injuries need to be alone to experience, there is always a section of the road needs to be walked alone. The soul is to let the soul to enjoy a quiet, not be haunted by the past, not lost in others, quietly do their favorite things, the body and mind unity with the soul of the dialogue, and the soul of the **** dance.

If the group is a kind of restlessness, solitude is the inner sublime, would rather waste time in solitude, but also do not want to mete out with the group of demons, would rather enjoy the silence in the seclusion, do not want to strong face under the spotlight. Listening to the gentle, gentle serenade, immersed in the atmosphere of music, so that the body and mind to return to the true, silent enjoyment of the music to bring me a comfortable, so that the music interpretation of a romantic feelings, so that the soul of the poetic habitat.

Enjoy the loneliness, let the loneliness transformed into ethereal notes, gently strumming the heartstrings, flowing with a soft and delicate melody. Tea in hand, in the misty lazily flipping through a good book, let yourself in this rare serenity, remove the mask of life, back to basics, wandering in the book, interpretation of life.

No matter how heavy life, we should be in the hustle and bustle of the world, to find this rare quiet, in the exhaustion of their own mind a small break, so that they belong to their own, so that they interpret their own, so that they can encourage themselves to let themselves do a real themselves? Carry a ray of sunshine, listen to the sound of flowers blooming, taste a cup of tea, listen to a zither, looking for the habitat of the soul.

Being alone is a beautiful moment in life and a beautiful experience, although some lonely, but no less beautiful to enrich themselves. Alone is the necessary space for the soul to grow, to withdraw from other people and affairs, to return to oneself, to face oneself alone, to have a mysterious conversation with one's own mind, to immerse oneself in the masterpieces of the great writers of the past and the present, to truly realize the soul, to feel the communication with the authors in close proximity and the communication of the heart.

Alone, not anyone can, is a more important than the ability to interact. The ability to interpret loneliness into a poetic soil, an opportunity to create, inspire deep thinking and experience about existence, life, and self.

With the text companion, with the text for friends. Words are sometimes like a lighthouse on the sea, showing us the way forward when we are lost and helpless. Text, is our indispensable spiritual food, so that we can be moisturized in the spirit of hunger and thirst, in the loss of solace, in the confusion of the release. In our most empty, confused time, words, is undoubtedly our best mentor and confide in the object.

Text, sometimes like a psychotherapist, can unlock the heart of a knot. Read your favorite books, so that you can read in the warmth, in the writing of maturity. Let the text record their own journey, with the text and happy, and sad, and song, and sob, so that the text melted in the depths of the heart, and constantly out of the depression, drenched in warmth and laughter, and the text **** dance, in the text of intoxication, life will be full of color, rich in unique personality.

A person's experience determines a person's depth, a person's environment determines a person's origin of happiness. Life is simple and complex, the mind is broad and narrow, life is pleasant and frustrating, little by little, the word is born from the heart, the text will become a symbol of your life. Transcend a state of mind, harvest a surprise, with their own unique thinking, aesthetic perspective, clear writing, to find their own heart of love of life.

Natural emotions are always full of spirituality and warmth. The sky and white clouds, stars and the moon, the wind and raindrops, flowers and the wilderness, trees and mountains, the sea and islands, and so on. Reading is a kind of silence, tasting is a kind of reminiscence, thinking is a kind of realization, writing is a kind of exhalation. In the text to experience more warmth, trickle as a spring; in the text to taste more enlightenment, blue as clouds; in the text to interpret the joy of life, silent joy; in the text to release more encouragement, clanking like a stone.

The text is ultimately silent, and the heart seems soft, but indestructible. Let the words and soul **** dance, in the words of the continuation of life, extend the dream, extend the journey. With the text of the bond, and the text of the encounter with a beautiful, listening to the years bloom enchanting, but also a window of brightness, and time to walk, guarding all the way to the wind and clouds, listening to the text drift down into the notes, charming into a flower fragrance, accompanied by a clear flow of the heart springs.

Let the mind and the text date, everything has become indifferent, when a heart deposited in the text, even if it is open a mortal flower, but also quietly bloom, alone elegant. Dance with words ****, even if the trouble and confusion, smoke and rain and twists and turns and so what? The soul is still flying in the text, do not hesitate, the text will always live in the soul and strong.

The years are far away, alone shallow, sincere heart lamp a light, illuminating the sea of heart, warm heart. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you'll be able to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. Let the flowers outside the window quietly open, the leaves secretly fall, the night sky stars are still flashing, colorful clouds chasing the moon. Holding a book in your hand, leaning against the window and sitting alone, letting your soul dwell in the words. A person is simple, a heart of peace, alone to enjoy the quiet, a single product of peace and quiet, their own smile, allow the soul in the text in the infiltration, no need for others, to cherish their own. Years, in the red dust, a person forward, a person stays, even if, confused filled with lonely heart, not to despair panic, a person dream, a person hide, gently rafting in the text of the sea, alone to enjoy the text to bring the rain sunshine, so that the text and the soul of the elegant dance?

Touching the heart of the beautiful prose selection of five: dark incense look back, can not disguise the red dust shallow

The years in the silent slowly passed, the memory of the wind and snow, has long been no longer met for the first time the vision of the life of how many times in the unexpected destined to be how many times the rub shoulders and encounters, slowly blowing to the depths of the flow of years. How many times, how much time has been used, the feelings placed in the heart, and even how many times I thought it did not matter, but the red dust in the sentimental pain, can not look back on the flow of light gradual shadow, has long since passed away once the beautiful.

Encounter soft, red dust shallow, memory of the petals stunning the whole city, beautiful images lingering in the mind. For the first time, and you hold hands with the memory, once a beautiful attachment, never disappeared, but the story of the encounter is just fixed in the instant memory. Each time the years go by, each fate encounter, close to you and me, a turn, has been the corner of the world. That was once a drop, the past warm picture, ultimately can not withstand the golden years, and finally became a yellowed rice paper only. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it, and I'm sure I'll be able to do it, and I'm sure I'll be able to do it.

Things are not the same, the edge with the gathering and dispersal, when all the destiny of the fate of the end of the love, everything is destined to become a hijacking. The world's encounter, can not become a long time reunion, each other missed the time, when the moment of staring, deposited into each other's minds to cherish the picture of companionship, permanently fixed as a lifelong regret. The dark fragrance of the eyes, this life has been the end of the love, things are also non-people, rain and wind and dust, a thought of fate, a thought of fate, right and wrong, right and wrong, love no regrets, hurt no regrets, all the hang-ups and thoughts, sprinkled full of heart, how to write the red dust shallow?

Inexplicably, I will miss my own, simple as water. The first time I saw you, I thought about the youthfulness, the first time I looked back, the first time I rubbed shoulders, the encounter once, the dark fragrance floating heart, the red dust of the past, the richness of the scenery of the current year, the lead light of the vicissitudes of life. Yesterday's scenery with me, writing your name, listening to their own stories, some poignant, some disorientation are gradually precipitated in the memory of sadness, heartbeat fatigue, left in the memory of the tenderness, once the moment, but also interpreted the most beautiful dream of this life.

The wind of the season, entangled in how much love and hate, cohesion of how much regret. One is once a vow, one is never to see again, the fate of life, wrong up and wrong down, has long been transformed into the heart of the memories. Hurt goodbye, tears instead of silence, the promise of a thousand gold only in exchange for the infatuation of waiting. Love is still the same, love is still, life if we no longer see each other, why miss the previous? Real live, sincere love, why bother to be entangled in the fate or not? Smoke and rain in the world entangled in a piece of paper for many years, the fate of the scattered drift a fragment, perhaps, let go is a kind of liberation. Countless times to the attachment and thoughts pinned in the wind and rain, wishing Vino, only hope that the shallow red dust left a few shallow and mutilated clues, recalling the past picture, looking for the romance of the promise.

In the sea of encountered the most beautiful, destined to a lifetime of love. The time of holding hands, always in a hurry, stopped in a strange city, pen for you to give the most beautiful lyrics, flowers fall, turn around, but became my eternal despondency, smoke and rain wind and dust, vaguely changing, as if the dance of the dark scent, fell all over my world. When we met, we forgot that we should cherish each other, and when we embraced each other, we missed the happiness and beauty. What I can't let go of is the obsession, what I can't stop is the love affair, helplessness and disappointment occupy the shallow red dust. Ice cold tears, the vision, for an unknown destiny, walking in the shallow red dust, who can really do everything with the heart? Only in the wind gently chanting the parting of the long-cherished wish, slowly in the wandering journey, the sadness and disappointment will be interpreted into a memory of a carved bone.