The prose of the scene must be beautiful and very philosophical

I hate this kind of discourse and generalization.

<>1. Write the scene lyrically, and sing the words and aspirations:

Prose is a literary genre full of subjectivity.

Writing scene prose is to express people's life and the feelings and perceptions of life as the main purpose, to write scenes lyrically, to sing about things and words, so as to distinguish it from narrative or other literary styles.

2. Imagery and three-dimensional:

Most of the scene prose has a specific scene, picture or thing, the title of the prose itself is often emphasizing a specific image, these scenes, pictures, things are mostly used as a line of meditation or the central scene in the text construction of the prose plays an important role, the idea of the prose is also revealed through these images, the scene prose attaches great importance to the pursuit of artistic conception, through the integration of feelings, scenes, and imaginary space, to achieve the image system of virtual and real, giving people the enjoyment of beauty.

3. The language is beautiful and the love is rich

Ice Heart. Zhou Zuoren and others called the writing of scene prose as beautiful prose, one of the most important aspects is the beauty of its language, in addition to the emotion, form and spirit, the language of lyrical prose pays attention to rhyme, rhythm and word luck, and emphasizes the beauty of form.

<>1. Write the scene lyrically, and sing the words and aspirations:

Prose is a literary genre full of subjective color, and writing scene prose is to express people's life and the feelings and perceptions of life as the main purpose, writing scenes and lyricism, singing things and words, so as to distinguish it from narrative or other literary styles.

2. Imagery and three-dimensional:

Most of the prose has a specific scene, picture or thing, the title of the prose itself is often emphasizing a specific image, these scenes, pictures, things are mostly used as a clue or the central scene in the text construction of the prose plays an important role, the idea of the scattered omen is also through these images to the Zheng Xuan, the scene prose attaches great importance to the pursuit of artistic conception, through the integration of feelings, scenes, and imaginary space, to achieve the image system of virtual and real coexistence, giving people the enjoyment of beauty.

3. The language is beautiful, and the love tour is full of rent

Bingxin, Zhou Zuoren and others called the writing of scene prose a beautiful essay, one of the most important aspects is the beauty of its language, in addition to the emotion, form and spirit, the language of lyrical prose pays attention to rhyme, rhythm and word color, and emphasizes the beauty of form.

I recommend a piece of prose -——restless souls" that is very well written

Or in the "Prose" book

White doves hovered in the sky as it was the best autumn sunshine, and the flock of pigeons slid through the sky with a charming white glow. These little guys, after meeting strangers, actually have the desire to perform, spread their wings in the air in a chic and graceful manner, glide or do collective dives, elevation and shuttle. - Excerpt from Cao Wenxuan's "Grass House".

Late Autumn" Before you know it, it's already late autumn. A gust of wind blew, and there was a feeling of coldness. The fallen leaves fluttering in the wind, yellow, one by one.

The sun's rays suddenly dodged, so gentle and elegant. Under the warm sun, a group of students in school uniforms were hurrying towards the direction of the school to ......At this time, I always have the feeling that I have seen this kind of scene in a dream, but I don't remember the specific time of it. Maybe it's too real, but that once lovely village is still vivid.

A meter of sunlight is reflected from the white clouds, and it is nice to have sunshine in autumn! Walking on the road, enjoying the first rays of sunlight in the morning, it is so bright and warm. Poets and writers always like to take advantage of the warmth of late autumn to relieve and sigh, is it because of the desolation of autumn, the sadness of autumn, or the beauty of autumn, or something else?

Late autumn is the season of amorousness. "Searching, deserted, miserable and miserable. When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to breathe.

I don't know how much more Li Qingzhao's "searching, solitary" will be? Perhaps only in the late autumn season can the poet Li Da make such melancholy poems. "Cut constantly, the reason is still messy, and the big is sad.

Don't be a general taste, in the heart. "Before I knew it, I was walking on a lonely boulevard, watching the falling leaves scatter on top of the already piled leaves, and the piles of leaves rose and rose and raised. Stepping on the fallen leaves is like the tip of a pen rubbing against paper, and there is a soft rustling sound.

The sun shines through the shade of the trees, casting a touch of yellow, and the leaves on the ground glow with a golden glow, as if the ground is covered with a golden carpet. Sitting on the golden carpet and gazing at the crumbling leaves on the treetops, it was already quiet. The leaves brought up by the wind are beating the fragments of my memory, and what is spliced together is no longer complete.

In the late autumn of this city, there is occasionally a corner that is quiet and peaceful, just like the tree-lined path I am on. I closed my eyes lightly, feeling the breeze on my face, I forgot the usual busyness, I forgot the pressure of life, I just want to enjoy this moment, enjoy this moment that belongs to me. My face was full of joy, and the breeze seemed to caress my face gently.

The tree trunks on both sides of the road were clearly visible, she had lost her golden clothes, and she was waiting, waiting for a baptism of autumn rain. I regret the first rays of sunshine in this late autumn, but I regret that I can't put it in my pocket, I can only take in it and put it into the deepest part of my memory. In late autumn, there may be too much nostalgia, and there is a little bit of hope.

It's late autumn, and in a few days another season is coming. I couldn't bear to leave, so I picked up a few leaves and stuffed them into my pocket. I want to keep it, after all, the beauty of late autumn has been deeply engraved in my heart.

It's late autumn, but it's also late autumn......Forehead.