1 At that time, in Nanjing, just beginning to remember some bits and pieces, the picture often appears a beautiful countryside, I quietly walked away from the adults, sitting alone on the grass, sycamore leaves began to rustle down, rustling down, the many mysterious beauty fell into my heart together. I was suddenly confused, my little mind could not bear the excitement. I picked up a fallen leaf in such a state of confusion. The leaf was tawny and curved like a dream boat, and there were two beautiful sycamore seeds on the side of the boat for a long time. With every gust of wind I weaved in and out of the rain of fallen leaves, picking up sycamore seeds all over the place. There must be one or two sycamore seeds that I have not picked up that have sprouted in that meadow, mustn't there? It's been twenty years, and I can hear the distant westerly winds and the rustling of fallen leaves in the wind. I can still see those ships carrying dreams, sailing through the meadow, sailing through the hope of a seed.

--Zhang Xiaofeng, "Autumn, Autumn"

Appreciation: This passage expresses the love of sycamore leaves with beautiful strokes. The "rustling" onomatopoeia is vivid and expressive, allowing the reader to guess that scene as well. "Mysterious beauty" describes the characteristics of the sycamore in autumn, mysterious, beautiful, sycamore leaves in the eyes of the author is full of endless charm and beauty, very infectious. The use of similes vividly describes the form of the sycamore leaves. The author from the color, shape and other aspects of the description, at the same time the leaves will be compared to a small boat, wearing there is also a boat ramp, the boat ramp is sycamore seeds, so that everyone who reads the heart of the people, also want to see this beautiful sycamore tree. The author is imaginative and expresses the beauty of autumn to the fullest.

2Now that the sun has risen and the fog is lifting, the wilderness is so green and soft that it makes me think that even if I were not careful and fell down this hill, I wouldn't bruise a piece of skin, but at most I would be bounced twice and stained with a sock of green that I couldn't wash off. There is that small river around the foot of the mountain, but also green, that is another kind of green, bright, like an oil, as for the mountain, is still green, but a pile of rich and lush green, let a person feel, no matter where to start, can not pull open a crack, let a person feel, even if planing it two layers down, it's still green will not be reduced in color. In addition, my screen window is also green, very light and very light green, by the sun, when it is like the ancient beauty of the sarong as indistinct. You think, I am writing to you in such a green-colored morning, how can my heart not be overflowing with vibrant green?

--Zhang Xiaofeng, "The Green Brief"

Appreciation: The author fully mobilizes the senses of sight and touch, and writes about the green of spring. Similes are used in many places with vivid images. Love this passage because it is warm to read it. Where does this warmth show, I think, it flows from those warm words, "bright", "thick and lush", "vibrant", because it is written to the children, so it is even more poetic and beautiful. The author writes as if the green is alive and flowing, as if it were present in the letter. I also like green, and I also like this green in the author's writing. Their vitality makes people feel happy and hopeful.

3 By this time the river was a song. A quart of bracts inserted sharp, resting on the river bank. A quart of grains was full, resting on the river bank. There are also bundles and bundles of soybeans, baskets and baskets of millet all picturesquely resting on the river bank. To close the work, the day's labor and hard work, have to painfully jump into the river, wash off, rub off, wipe off. Healthy tendons, strong chest, are naked in your vision, is a seductive sculpture. Even though it is primitive and rough, it is extremely soft and feminine, so intoxicated that there is not a single evil thought. Older people have an older story, that enviable experience, like a woman cutting the sickle, y engraved in the heart. Therefore, when the young people's jokes drift with the water, they only occasionally interjected a complementary white, although the corners of the mouth has not disappeared smile, but the heart is thinking, calculating.

Appreciation:

This paragraph is beautifully written, like flowing water, a good picture of a lively fall harvest: buds, grains, soybeans, millet, riverbanks, young people, old people ..... The scenery is beautiful and the people are even more beautiful. Scenario blending, this picture of the fall harvest is therefore more beautiful. The author's beautiful tone, language vivid image expressive, choose some representative things to show the unique beauty of the fall harvest.

4 Wandering alone in the moonlight, the daytime must be thought about and even worry about, at the moment all forgotten, while the daytime have no time to care about and even long forgotten, some will be clear to think about. Such beautiful moonlight will make the deepest treasures of the heart bloom, and even the pain will become beautiful. But more than anything else, the moonlight makes me think about nothing, relax physically and mentally, and my breathing becomes slight and even, imperceptible. I am like a fish that swims into the clear water to "steal the clear", floating in the moonlight, sucking the moonlight, drawing the clear light, or mooring or wandering, like a drunken man.

--Chen Guohua, "The Moon in Early Winter"

Appreciation: This passage depicts the fascinating moonlight of early winter by using rhetorical techniques such as simile, association, imagination, hyperbole, and couplet. The author seems to have been completely absorbed in the color of the moon. The beauty of the moon color makes memories and pains more and more beautiful. The author uses beautiful and delicate strokes to express his intoxicated mood of the moonlight, vivid image, infectious. He compares himself to a "fish", highlighting the moonlight's brightness and clarity. Lastly, the combination of long and short sentences, rich in rhyme, and poetic phrases to express their love and praise for the moonlight.

5The sun was in the sky, the mountains stretched out, and the clusters of white flowers were like a flowing river. It was as if all the life in the world had come by appointment, and in this moment, under the sunlight that was as transparent as molasses, they all cheered at the same time, flew around at the same time, and transformed into countless free floating points of light at the same time.

Such an afternoon full of white flowers, always feel déjà vu, always feel is a can be put into any kind of time and space in the aggregation. It can be put into the Book of Psalms, into Ch'u Ch'iu, into classicism and also into the pen of the late Impressionism - in any beautiful record of mankind, there should have been such an afternoon, such a season of early summer.

Appreciation: This passage uses vivid and beautiful strokes to depict the beauty of the blooming tung blossoms, combining visual and auditory senses, and combining motion and static, full of vitality and dynamism. The author uses the technique of simile, comparing the scene of prosperous blooming to a flowing river, and the sunshine to mellow honey, portraying the scene as beautiful. The final prose sentence, the language to strengthen, let a person feel the tung flower blooming eruption of vitality, as if the whole hillside is covered with tung flowers, the tension of life extends indefinitely.

And the author's imagination is full of romantic dreams.