? After reading some essays, I seem to understand a little "inside story", so I will comment on the most beautiful essays.
? The first kind of prose is simply about scenery. I want to know how he feels after writing this scene. The article is over, which makes people feel very disappointed and lost.
? The second kind of prose, writing scenery and expressing emotion. But there are also differences. One is that the feelings expressed are disgusting, that is, flattering a certain situation, an organization or someone; Second, the feelings expressed are clear and boring, even as "the teenager insists on the taste of trouble"; There are three kinds of feelings, including ethics, truth, goodness and beauty.
? The third kind of prose is scenery writing, lyricism and narration. This third kind of prose is really the most beautiful prose, which contains a kind of culture and is full of philosophical thinking. It arouses readers' emotional waves and gives people deep thinking.
? As far as the most beautiful prose is concerned, the technique of writing scenery is wonderful and memorable after reading it. Compared with food, writing about scenery naturally fills the stomach. Scenery and lyricism means improving food, adding some condiments such as monosodium glutamate and spiced powder to make the food taste better, or it may be unpalatable because of the improper placement of this condiment. But in any case, this spiced food is definitely not delicious. Only scenery, lyricism and profound philosophy can make a plate of delicious food, such as Yu Guangzhong's Listening to the Cold Rain. Try these snacks:
? With an umbrella, you can avoid a misty cold rain and the whole rainy season.
? Listening to the rain, as long as it is not a rock-breaking typhoon and rainstorm, will always be an aesthetic feeling of hearing.
? Autumn in mainland China, whether it's buttonwood rain or lotus leaf rain, always sounds a little bleak, sad and sad. When you reminisce about the past on this island, you will be caged with a layer of sadness, which will make you more heroic and can't withstand repeated blows.
? Wet sticky moss has invaded the root of the tongue and the bottom of my heart from the bottom of the steps.
? Just freeze the wet gray rain into cool white rain, and the hexagonal crystal will fall in the windless air. When the man's beard and shoulders turned white, he stretched out his hand and fell down. For twenty-five years, I have not been blessed by the white rain in my hometown. Perhaps sending some frost is a disguised form of self-compensation. How many rainy seasons can a hero endure? Was his forehead cut from water rock or igneous rock? How thick is the moss in his heart?