Crazy Prose blog - Classical prose

Native persimmon tree

At this point, home of the persimmon tree is a tree full of leaves, autumn, leaves light, only, a group of field sparrows crows pecking the red fruit. Elementary school teacher to write a familiar hometown plants, students write Castor, has written of the Acacia tree, is write-tree Elm, I went home and asked the junior high's second sister wrote, sister says that our old house in front of the big persimmon tree, you can write about him. I thought about it, then write the persimmon tree, although the teacher praised me in the comments when there is no meaningful, but he said one of the students wrote the persimmon…
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Wind is free or the dream

Summer, and the second watched TV together, and during that time the cable is bad, the only clear point is Qinghai TV, supposedly from Anhui, Qinghai province farther than the distance from Anhui, Jiangsu, just beating Jiangsu satellite TV fuzzy Qinghai TV image-clear, which I imagine to be a common saying, monks chanting from outside. Foreign monks are being more erudite, more noble character, and not necessary. It's a bit like economic markets mediation, that third party. A place where one group, usually consisting of b sides, is often a against party b, and b is not satisfied with a, so external third parties if a chance to mediate both…
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Just wanted to say something

Very quiet lately, really feels for a long time then something inside himself. I looked at the people around cheering bird dance, singing, but the simple folk song, sings my heart. Ibe just an outsider, quietly watching the smile on their face, that's the only tempt me to be tempted. Suddenly understand loneliness one Carnival, lively Carnival this word is a collection of people outside of nature. It was a make yourself see exist way to sunshine and smiles, the world of others displaced, you would be quiet. A person will know why they're doing, and you'll understand what he really cares about. No hurry, is my best good position.…
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Song of the crickets

Squeak, Squeak..., a series of clear and loud noises coming from the bedroom window, across the strings like bamboo, like drops of water hitting the stalactites, drifted like a silver tap. This is cricket, pleasant singing. "Where the cricket cries so shrill? "Night son came back from school. He was attracted by a cricket cry loud and clear. "Your dad from the unit on your back" wife disdained to answer his son's questions. Obviously, I think delightful song sound has disturbed wife life habit of early to bed and early to rise, is filled with a surge of resentment in her voice. This is the corner of the bathroom in…
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Walking landscape

Known, the scenery along the way, like grief, sails away sail is short. Settle the long way which is combined with the fermentation time, bored. Logania broken, eyes forced a return, after all, overlooking the eyes belong; take it seriously when the vision and boundless, empty inclusion helpless,. chaeta Hai? It was getting dark, the green trees and wheat, and more. However, night paint splash-ink painting, then use dark whitewash, which readily devoured, who feel sorry for the heartache. Wheel rolling track, sound repeats in the darkness, ignorance, not knowing, more tired, and unwarranted increases the length of the wait. How long is the wait? The distance between two hearts,…
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Rain

First, the window to watch the rain When the window watching the rain, was going through the text on the Shu ' an. Wind, those xylophones lines, was gently lifted, scattered all over the floor, wetting her eyes. Window of the plane trees, gazes in silence. The rain falls, irregular sounds, such as the length of a song. Tall trees, revealing a little drunk green, seem to feel its eyes, silently watching me. Across the quiet with the windows from this childhood growing up in the yard, most tender is my heart belongs. The Sycamore Tree, is my best memory, is the deepest love. Rain was falling, and rustle, I…
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Nostalgia

Nostalgia lives in the Moon Full moon is the mother's face Bends are the mother's tears Arrow in the dust (reading website: www.sanwen.NET) Also can not get out of his mother's eye Nostalgia is immersed in water LU LU shook his childhood laughter Water reflects the modesty of the shadow Salvaging memories of bitter sweet Foreign no home water Nostalgia Park in a boat One of the ships Starlight Hoang long Breaking waves dancing sky Grandfather, wanderer is the long pole that pierced heart Ferry was missing Bank Nostalgia, nostalgia You are always in my years Old age yan Lost time Nostalgia, nostalgia You always keep me wound To death…
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Crane homes

Hauling, across 200,000 hectares. The vast waters, fantasy to the waves, you put it in the world in the milky way. Qiangic grass, vast lakes, you are home to red-crowned crane. Flying over the arrow in the dust, just search for Habitat's paradise. White wings and bearing the hopes and dreams, brown feathers dyed bright expanse of fields. Your natural shine sprite, you are a "sky crane row clouds, poetic charm to bi-Xiao" rhymes love of painting. (Reading Website: www.Shown.NET) You are in my hometown is a beautiful landscape: The morning, Sun darts forth its beams. Small fish are jumping, Lake Road scale-like ripples, red-crowned cranes and dancing and singing,…
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City parade to remember

B not merely year, learning under the all public gathering will end Gate City. Clear skies, huifenghechang, Trinidad flatter friends. Luo Cha President Vladimir Putin who send an army to help out, South Korean Park Geun-Hye in the East, and persons who are highly respected within the four seas, apron-curtains temporarily. Head of neighbouring countries as well as in the Chinese capital, to celebrate, to Japanese slaves defeat in 70 years for the partisans he Zhi. Bai Rong, a drop in corn, would like to be recorded. To view the parade-sheng, the mighty. Soldiers, state and China, the world of wizards. Wing, three feet of micro-life this what outstanding virtues,…
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Internet love

Network, is the most popular tool, and ink-dancing-loving friend, in the network to make an infinite number of pen pals, friends, pen pals and friends should stand for the talent. Words you found me quietly, quietly I found you, and feel virtuous rich with each other's aura, then feeling and thinking, don't look for in the poem sweet, then tell the love of you. --Signature NET, it is a dream, a sweet dream that never goes out, make people drunk, people trance, into which people, I hope that this dream never woke up. NET, is the tender trap, into which people, knowing that the road will be deeper, but wouldnot…
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