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Yasunari Kawabata, "Flowers Are Not Sleeping".

Higashiyama Kaii, "Listening to the Spring".

There is also Shi Tiesheng's prose, which is also very intriguing "Me and the Altar of Earth".

Taiwanese esthetician Jiang Xun's essays in "All Beings at This Time" are almost all philosophical prose essays, such as "Acacia".

Acacia is also the most common tree in the hills of this area. The branches are slender and rise upwards, and the lines are clean and graceful. The leaves as thin as willow leaves, clumps and clusters, sparse and sparse, like a thin flat feather fan, quietly rise and fall in the slight wind.

The sunlight of early summer is filtered, swaying into a **-colored light between the leaves, slowly spilling from top to bottom.

Even in the middle of summer, walking under the acacia woods, I don't feel the sun is dazzling. The thin leaves resemble a natural canopy, which relieves the heat and softens the sunlight that is too strong. People walking on mountain roads come and go among the acacia trees, and walk out of the quiet paths.

Greedy to watch the treetops in the forest, the sun is blurry and swaying, and the mountain road is high and low, twisting and turning. Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry to go to **, passers-by in the forest walked all the way, and smelled a burst of fragrance all the way. There is a little sweetness in the fragrance, not like the rich fragrance of flowers, faintly drifting in the wind, if there is nothing, it hits from time to time, and I look for it seriously, but there is no trace.

In ancient times, Taiwanese folk used acacia wood as fuel, and it was also used to make charcoal, so as to take the benefits of its smoke and less flavor. The black charcoal strips with the thickness of the child's arm, about 30 centimeters long, are bundled one by one, tied sturdy, stacked under the eaves of the stove, and when cooking, a few are smoked and a few are burned in the stove. The flames burned, swaying up and down, the acacia wood crackled and crackled, and the streets and alleys in the distance were filled with the thick charcoal fragrance of acacia wood.

Acacia wood charcoal, forced out by the fire, the fragrance is rich and sweet, staying in the memory of childhood, as if unwilling to fade; It seems that even if it is turned to ashes in the flames, it still has to stay in the air for a while, and it will not disperse.

Perhaps the forest trail that drifts away in the wind is better to wander. Spinzi, I think I forgot something, the faint fragrance of acacia wood drifted away in the wind, without fire persecution, is it better to forget than to remember?

I remember this early summer afternoon. I remember that the white tung blossoms fell like snow. I remember the strong smell of moon peaches, attracting bees and butterflies.

I remember the fireflies at night, like the stars twinkling in the mountains. I want to remember the words that were spoken, I want to remember the youthful and cheerful face, I want to remember the wind in the woods, I want to remember the light flowing on every vein, I want to remember the noisy frogs and insects in the grass.

Rotner, I want to remember every moment of life, every piece of color, every piece of sound, every subtle and imperceptible smell. I want to fold them one by one and store them in the corners of my memory.

From the mother-in-law's point of view: the old woman is not moved by some things that are empty and outside of herself, which is a plain and simple attitude to life. She only cares about what she has now, and never thinks about what she doesn't have, and this mindset has made her deep-rooted values and her concept of happiness.

Sometimes it is these possessiveness that loses the door to the happiness of people in the market, and they struggle all day long in their so-called ideals and dreams, which are actually just materialistic desires. Most of the people who wake up come from the fact that the old woman never takes their dreams seriously. It is the old woman's plain, simple, true, and contented life realm, and the great philosophy of life that make them realize the sadness and pity of their attachment to material desires.

You can take topics such as: contentment is not moved by other people's desires Behind the pity Cherish what you have Happiness is actually very simple Let go of greed Don't get lost in other people's world Focus on your strengths Don't dwell on unnecessary things that will affect your path forward.

From a foodie's point of view: don't impose your ideas on others to blame for your own fault.

Personally, I feel like it's about gaining and losing. If you don't have it, you can't talk about losing.

It seems to be. The gourmand thinks that it is a pity that others have not eaten fish, but others do not feel sorry, revealing that you should not think that others are like this because of what you think is, but look at things from the perspective of others.

It can be written from the perspective of values, each person is in a different environment, his pursuit is different, his dreams are different, and the sense of value of what he wants to have is different. If you don't see anything, you don't think about anything, you don't want anything, and if you don't want anything, you don't care about your troubles.

The main features of the prose in general:1The form is scattered but the spirit is not scattered 2Artistic conception is profound 3The language is beautiful and concise, rich in literary brilliance.

Features of modern prose:

1. Use vernacular writing, so it is easy and shallow.

2. The personality of the writer in the prose is stronger than that of the previous prose. Modern prose is often autobiographical, from which we can see the writer's character, hobbies, thoughts, beliefs, etc. Therefore, different writers will present different prose styles due to their different personalities.

3. The expansion of the scope of the subject matter can be said to be the size of the universe, and the insignificance of flies is impossible to talk about.

4. Full of humor.

5. The harmony of human nature, sociality and nature. The writer of modern prose does not forget himself, nature and society everywhere. It is the purest lyrical prose, even if it is written in the wind and snow, it always points out the relationship between people and people, people and society, in order to express the embrace.

Seeing the world in a grain of sand, and talking about human feelings on a half-petaled flower, is exactly the characteristic of modern prose.

6. Because modern prose is deeply influenced by foreign prose, especially British essays, it has a tendency to be Europeanized in both form and content.

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