The prose focuses on remembering people, and the whole article is character-centered. It often captures the character's personality traits and outlines them with thick lines, focusing on expressing the character's basic temperament, personality and mental outlook. I have shared prose about people with you, let's take a look! Remembering Prose 1
Perhaps, there is a child king in every village, which makes us laugh every time we think of it. After we laugh, we shed tears for the time that has passed and the world that has changed.
The child king of my hometown Luwan is an idiot. He was short in stature, with short legs and a big head, and a pair of frog eyes embedded in his dark face were like two bright light bulbs. The adults in the village called him stupid and ugly. People smiled broadly when they looked at his strange figure and duck-walking behavior. Many people joked about his limbs and eyes, saying that if he jumped into the river, he would look like a big living frog. Not only was he not angry, but he foolishly stretched his legs and swung his arms forward in a breaststroke posture, which made people laugh out loud.
He always smiles when he sees the children, and he doesn’t look like someone in his thirties at all. My friends and I always love to play with him. In our eyes, he is not only a funny and cute person, but also a versatile person. He had a 14-inch black and white TV at home. After school, we crowded into his main room to watch cartoons. Er Sha’s mother is an amiable old man and she never thought we were disturbing her. She would also take out the gummy candies or hawthorn cakes hidden on the bedside and give them to us to eat. When we watch cartoons, Ersha will watch them with us. He will dance when he sees happy scenes and whistle rhythmically.
The slingshots, wooden tops and kites he made were stylish and very pleasing to us. He made a slingshot out of tree branches and rubber bands, and happily led us to the poplar forest to hunt birds. We saw a woodpecker pecking at the treetops from a distance. He waved his hand to tell us to stop and make no sound. We held our breath and looked at the red-headed, black-feathered woodpecker. He held the slingshot and tiptoed forward. The woodpecker didn't notice it at all and kept pecking at the treetops. He walked to a position not far from the tree, clamped a stone on the rubber band, pulled the bow with both hands and fired the projectile. The stone shot out with a whoosh, hitting the woodpecker's wings. It screamed twice and fell into the air, suddenly flew up again, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. We cheered for Er Sha and said that he played the slingshot well.
When the spring breeze came, Er Sha made a kite out of thin bamboo slices and colored paper. The kites he made are not only lifelike, but also very light. When the wind blows, they can float lightly to the clouds. He made a kite in the shape of an eagle and used a brush dipped in ink to draw the eagle's eyes, beak and feathers. He took the kite and string to play in the wheat field, and my friends and I hugged him. The wheat seedlings in early spring are sparse and short. From a distance, the vast wheat fields look like they are covered with a thin layer of green felt. We played in the wheat fields and ran in the wheat fields. The spring breeze blows on our cheeks. Er Sha took advantage of a gust of spring breeze to put the kite into the sky, and slowly loosened the string with one hand. The kite flies higher and higher, flying in the blue sky together with the white clouds.
That winter it snowed heavily, and the villages and fields were covered in white snow, like a world made of silver and jade. In the early morning, snow covered the door, and the eaves were covered with crystal clear ice hangings. A villager found a homeless man in a pile of wheat straw. The villagers came to watch one after another, and they saw that she was about 20 years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, unkempt hair, wearing a shabby cotton-padded jacket, and her lips were purple from the cold. She sat huddled in the wheat straw and shivered. She must have been cold and hungry.
Someone said that Er Sha was still a bachelor and could be asked to take in this homeless person, so a group of us children took her to Er Sha’s house. Seeing that the homeless man was pitiful, Er Sha's mother quickly asked Er Sha to light a fire in a brazier to keep her warm, and also brought her a bowl of steaming noodles. The villagers all advised Er Sha to marry the homeless man and have children. But he didn't say a word, just pushed the bicycle and left. Er Sha's mother chased him and asked him what he was doing. He left behind a sentence: "I'm going to the county seat." Ersha's mother dissuaded him, saying that the ice and snow on the road had not yet melted and the road was slippery and dangerous. He ignored the dissuasion and got on his bicycle, pedaling hard, and soon reached the intersection of the street. When the villagers looked at his figure hunched over and pedaling fiercely on his bicycle, they thought he had gone into the city to buy new clothes for the homeless and food and drinks for a wedding.
It was already afternoon when Er Sha came back. People thought he would come back loaded with clothes, wine and food, but unexpectedly he came back empty-handed.
The sky was still gloomy in the evening. Tongyun gathered in the sky, slowly thickening, and it seemed that snowflakes would fall at any time. The homeless man's family drove a tractor to the village and picked up the homeless man. They were very grateful to Er Sha, saying that Er Sha was a good person, and even stuffed a thick wad of money into Er Sha's hands, but Er Sha refused.
It turned out that the two idiots rode their bicycles to the radio and television station in the city, and spent their own money to post a notice for homeless people to find their families. This round trip is more than a hundred miles of snowy road. From then on, people in the village said that Er Sha was not stupid at all. In my heart, he will always be our child king. Personal Prose 2
My grandfather died of illness in early winter when I was in the second grade of junior high school.
To this day, I still remember that my third aunt came downstairs to wait for me after I came home from school at noon on the day my grandpa died. When she saw me, she told me hesitantly that my grandpa passed away in the morning. Before she passed away, she asked me if I had gone back? ... Before Third Aunt could finish her words, her mind went blank. She had no idea how she went upstairs, how she entered the door, how she greeted Third Aunt, and how she finished the afternoon class. After school in the afternoon, my aunt took me back to my hometown. When the car stopped at the door, I saw the weak light at the door through the car window, the family elders walking around in the courtyard, and heard the cry of someone unknown. At that time, how I wished that none of this was true, how I wished that my grandpa was still alive. The grandpa who loved me, loved me, and doted on me was sitting in the house drinking strong tea, waiting for me to shout before entering the house: Master, I'm back! And when I cautiously walked to the yard and opened the door, my eyes blinked involuntarily, and after being stunned, everything in front of me had not disappeared, and I confirmed that the sad news of my grandfather's death was true. I complained in my heart: Grandpa is gone. Grandpa, who promised to make delicious food for me for the rest of my life, really doesn’t want me anymore... When I raised my head and looked at the black and white photo of a familiar figure, I felt in my heart that I was unfilial as a grandson. I knelt on my knees and tears came out of my eyes. At that time, I realized that when a person is sad to a certain point, no matter how hard he cries, he will not be able to cry.
I heard from my father that when he was young, my grandfather worked on the railway in response to the country’s call. Later, due to physical reasons, he switched jobs and returned to a local biopharmaceutical factory. I vaguely remember hearing my grandfather talk about this when I was a child, and going to the pharmaceutical factory with my father a few times. However, due to time constraints, I can only remember that my grandfather said that he changed jobs and came back in 1970. , and what makes him proud is that at that time, the factory also issued him his own business card. Later, whenever I chatted with my grandfather, once I got to the point where he was young, I had to talk about the "business card" again. It felt like that was the most enjoyable time for him. After my grandfather died of illness, when my father and I were sorting out my grandfather's belongings, I witnessed with my own eyes his well-preserved business card, a piece of brown cloth the size of a handkerchief, tied with a hemp rope, and inside was a plastic box that was about to age. It contains nearly half a box of business cards with discolored paper, and it is not known whether they are still intact.
In fact, what I miss the most is the delicacy that my grandfather made for me when I was young - Juewei mashed potatoes (the name I gave to the disappearing delicacy), which are sweet, spicy, and numb. Mixed with sesame oil, covered with chopped green onion and coriander... At that time, I felt that potatoes were the most beautiful food in the world. It was not an exaggeration to eat them three times a day, 1,095 times a year. At that time, I told my grandfather that he should grow some potatoes himself. When he returns home during the holidays, I would throw potatoes with him. He would work while I would make trouble, thinking about how beautiful it would be! I remember one time, I put my "Second Master" look on the kang and told him that I wanted to eat mashed potatoes, and then he asked me: Little bastard, what flavor do you want to eat? Without even thinking about it: sweet, salty, sour, spicy, everything... Before I could finish, he lightly slapped me on the buttocks with a powerful slap and left the room. After I finished watching the cartoon, I felt really bored and went out to look for him. He held up the kitchen curtain, and amid the thick smoke caused by the burning firewood, he sat on the wooden pier, holding the small spoon I used to drink porridge in his right hand, and the potatoes in his left hand. He peeled the potatoes carefully, carefully, and focused. He scraped the back of his hand and wiped it with water. It felt like he was performing the most precise task in the world. He couldn't reach the small slits of the potatoes with a spoon and could not peel them off, so he used his little female fingernails to pick them off bit by bit. From time to time, he was still being peeled off. Chai Yan choked and coughed several times. At this time, I would just run over and throw myself on Grandpa’s back, try to hug him with both hands, then rub my face against his bearded face, and give orders in my ears: Put more chili pepper, Put more sugar... After saying that, he stood up, deliberately slapped Grandpa on the back and ran away. As he ran, he also said: I'm going out to play for a while. Remember to call me when you're ready... "Don't run too far"... " "Oh"... This conversation was also the most repeated content I had with my grandpa when I was at my most naughty and mischievous.
“Li Li, it’s time to go home for dinner!”
“Li Li, it’s time to go home for dinner!”
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After four or five calls, Chao Chao's mom from next door couldn't stand listening anymore, so she ran to their house and urged me, "Li, your master is calling you, why don't you say anything? Stop playing with Chao Chao and answer quickly." "I heard it, it's okay, he will come in"... With that, the door curtain was lifted, and then I got up, patted the soil, and followed my grandfather home. It was strange when I thought about it later. Every time my grandpa called me, it was almost like this. No matter whose house I was in, as long as the door curtain was lifted, I would get up and follow without even looking at who it was. But it was right every time, it seems, " The saying “The relationship between grandfather and grandson is better than that between father and son” is true!
Every time I eat the mashed potatoes made by my grandpa, he will make one or two side dishes (my grandpa is afraid that I will get tired of eating only potatoes and will hate them when I grow up). I was eating too much and choked. I picked up my grandpa’s teapot and took a big gulp. If I saw that situation like that when I was a child now, I would definitely take care of myself, but my grandpa would definitely say: The kid will drink less tea, and he will be blind after falling asleep in the middle of the night. Noisy! I just said, "You can't control it!" As he spoke, his mouth was filled with mashed potatoes, a sip of tea, a sip of mashed potatoes, and a sip of side dishes, while grandpa would just sit on his sofa, drink tea, and laugh.
Now, I really want to say sorry to my grandpa for my naive self when I was young!
I remember that the last time I ate the mashed potatoes made by my grandpa was two years before his death. At that time, I rarely went back to my hometown, but I never thought that it would be the last time in my life to taste the mashed potatoes made by my grandpa. of mashed potatoes. In the blink of an eye, I haven’t seen those delicious mashed potatoes in eleven years. It’s so uncomfortable!
In the winter of 2015, I went to Beijing to study for work. One night, on the way back to the hotel after running, I saw an old man in his 60s or 70s selling mashed potatoes on the roadside. I was instantly attracted to his stall, and then rushed to the stall: Uncle, the potatoes you made. What does the mud smell like? "Spicy, sweet, you can adjust any flavor, it depends on which flavor you want to eat!" "Please give me the spicy one first and let me try it..." "Okay, wait a minute, young man, this is it. I'm cooking it for you. Do you want to eat the chili? ""Put in more to make the flavor stronger"... When I saw the old man making mashed potatoes, my mind was filled with images of my grandpa making mashed potatoes for me, and I would secretly do so from time to time. Arrogant remarks: If my grandpa made it, this step should be completed before adding seasonings... Minced garlic should not be added to this piece... After adding chili peppers, hot oil should be poured on top to bring out the aroma of chili peppers... Two points A few minutes later, the uncle handed me the mixed mashed potatoes. I first put my nose close to the small bowl and smelled it. Then I took a full spoonful with a spoon and put it in my mouth. The thought of mashed potatoes was really exciting. , what I put into my mouth was full of memories. Although the taste was not as good as what grandpa made, the feeling in my heart was the most direct. As I thought about it, tears fell down...that is, the next day. When I got up, I discovered that there were several blisters on my tongue. In that month, I ate at that uncle’s stall twelve times...
Now, every time when I go back to my hometown to visit my grandma on vacation, before I enter the room, I shout: Po ( The verbal name for grandma in Guanzhong, Shaanxi Province)...Po... After I heard grandma's response in the courtyard, I raised the door curtain and entered the house, kowtowed in front of my grandfather's portrait, and kept silently chanting: Grandson is back It’s up to you! Sometimes I would silently express my recent unhappiness. Yes, grandpa must know and he must be cheering me on. Just like the day when my grandfather was laid to rest after his death, the first snow of that year began to fall in the sky. In less than half an hour, the whole village turned into a vast expanse of white. It creaked when you stepped on it, and more than a hundred people walked on it. People have different frequencies, and they play a unique farewell song on the vast field roads. The elders say that it is grandpa appearing in the sky, and they are sad for his descendants! Therefore, grandpa must know and see what I do every day!
Time flies, and it has been nearly nine years since my grandfather passed away. In these nine years, I have grown from a little kid who didn’t study hard all day and played hard to a working adult. This change is also his. What the old man wants to see the most...
Grandpa, can you see it right? My grandson, I wish you all the best in heaven. Memorable Prose 3
Laughter is an ordinary thing in daily life. When encountering something happy, I smile by chance or laugh excitedly, but I But I never smile in front of strangers, because no matter how bright and happy I smile in front of them, they will never pay attention to me. They will only think in their hearts: This person may have a mental problem. Therefore, I have had a point of view since I was a child: never smile to others easily, because you will lose your smile and your dignity.
The owner of the flower shop downstairs loves to smile. He greeted the neighbors in the first few days after moving here, and he still does so now. She also insisted on placing a bouquet of flowers in front of each house every day. I still remember the color and fragrance of the flowers. One morning, I went to school late and went to bed late. It was an exam that day. I ran to school in a hurry and accidentally knocked down a person. But because I couldn't catch the bus, I ignored the person and rushed to the bus... I didn't get to school until I found that my school card was missing, and the security guard stubbornly refused to let me enter the school. When I asked for the teacher, I found out that they had all gone to invigilate the exam, and they were not allowed to bring mobile phones while invigilating the exam. When I was anxiously fidgeting, the flower shop owner suddenly He ran from the crossroads and handed me his school card out of breath. He smiled reluctantly and said to me: "Go to school quickly. Don't be so careless next time. You should also watch the road carefully when you walk." Urging me to enter the school, I smiled and replied: "Thank you, I will be more careful in the future!" She left, and I went to take the exam. Thinking of those words of encouragement, I felt confident. But I have never seen her smile since then. No one knows why, and the flower shop is not open. I saw her once, and the girl next door was telling her a joke, but I could tell that she Being immersed in grief, the younger sister smiled perfunctorily after she finished speaking. I heard from my mother that she was so sad because of the death of a relative. Because of this incident she no longer smiled her beautiful smile. And I gradually discovered that I no longer wanted to be happy in the past, and my academic performance dropped a few points. I also gradually discovered that the order of my life was originally supported by that beautiful smiling face, rather than the encouragement from my parents and the support from my teachers and classmates. Because of the florist's grief, I was trapped in a prison of negativity. In that dark prison, I kept reflecting and changing.
Soon, the beautiful smile reappeared on the flower shop owner’s face, filled with happiness. That beautiful smile saved me from the “prison”. In the “prison”, I not only It changed my life aspirations and my views since childhood.
Her smile woke me up, but my life was not as boring as before, but as bright and colorful as the flower shop owner's smile.
Laughing is not only a strong smile facing life, but also a smile facing others, even if others don’t notice, don’t care, and don’t cherish it. Personal Prose 4
I have a friend who is a star chaser. You will always see that her schoolbag is from EXO, her hat is from G.E.M. Deng Ziqi, her water cup is from TFBOYS, and her pen is from Dilireba... If you want to know about entertainment news, go to her, without her Unknown entertainment news. If you get along with her for a long time, you will find that she is very stingy and will not even pay five cents to treat others. If you treat her, she will ask you to give her the money, and then she will put the money in her pocket. When she saves a certain amount of money, she can buy Deng Ziqi's posters, Bigbang's photo albums, and Yang Ying's photo albums.
Her grades were among the top ten in the class, so her parents turned a blind eye and let her chase stars.
Once, in a Chinese class, the teacher asked everyone what their wishes were. She raised her hands high, and the teacher asked her to get up and answer. Her eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky, and she solemnly said that she wanted to meet EXO, BIGBANG, IU, Park Shin Hye... completely ignoring the teacher's anger. She had a look on her face. Before she could finish naming a series of stars, the teacher interrupted her expectations for her dream and loudly scolded her for not doing her job properly. She should study hard now and not chase stars... She stared at the teacher blankly. , her eyes gradually turned red, and tears came out of her eyes. The teacher also understood the harm his words and deeds had done to her, and stopped reprimanding and continued teaching. In the next few days, she did not go to school again, but stayed at home and looked at the posters of stars. .
Another time, she watched a Korean drama called "Descendants of the Sun" and fell in love with Song Joong-ki. She bought a large amount of everything related to him and searched for information about him. The topic I have been chatting with these past few days has been Song Joong Ki, and it is undoubtedly not just these few sentences.
“Song Joong Ki is so handsome!”
“Did you know? Many people imitate Song Joong Ki to tease girls.”
“Did you know? ? Song Joong-ki went to China. "
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Whenever Song Joong-ki is mentioned, she talks eloquently. When I talk from now on, I don’t dare to mention Song Joong Ki again, otherwise...
One night, she and I were walking to the mall together, and there was a poster next to the checkout counter, saying that Song Joong Ki would During the fan meeting, she looked at it lightly, without the excitement as before, but walked away silently.
I asked her what happened? She said she didn't like Song Joong Ki anymore. I asked why? She replied calmly: "No reason, I just don't like it."
I was speechless and went home with her silently.
Perhaps, everyone likes to chase stars, but to different degrees and in different ways. I also chase stars. I have been chasing Deng Ziqi for two years. When I see her on the street, I will be excited and take pictures.
Whenever she releases a new song, no matter whether it is good or not, I will force myself to like that song and play it on loop for a long, long, long time...over and over again...