●Chadong place built a city by the water and the mountains, and on the side close to the mountains, the city wall is like a long snake crawling along the mountains. On the waterfront side, the river outside the city left room for a wharf, the bay mooring small canopied boats. The boats carried tung oil, green salt, and dyed gallons. --Shen Congwen's "Border Town" Appreciation of good writing should be simple and full of portrayal, in Shen Congwen's writing can not be found in the magnificent rhetoric, but you can clearly feel the outline of the scene from such strokes, "the city wall is like a long snake, edge of the mountain crawling away", "I can not say how it feels, and the article is light, but it's not the same. I can't tell you what it's like, and it complements the light atmosphere of the article. Now, as the sun rises and the fog gradually clears, the field looks green and soft, making me feel that even if I were not careful and fell down from this mountain, I would not bruise a piece of skin, but would at most be bounced twice and stained with a sock of green that would not be washed away. There is also that small river around the foot of the mountain, but also green, that is another kind of green, bright and shiny, as if mixed with oil, as for the mountain, is still green, but a bunch 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 down two layers of it, the green of it still will not be reduced in color. In addition, my screen window is also green, very light very light green, by the sun a light, really like the ancient beauty of the gauze skirt as indistinct. You think, I am writing to you in such a green-colored morning, how can my heart not be filled with vibrant green? --Zhang Xiaofeng "First Snow" Appreciation and Analysis The author fully mobilizes the visual and tactile senses to write the green of spring. The author uses metaphors in many places, which are vivid and vivid. I like this passage because it is warm to read it . Where does this warmth come from? I think it flows from those warm words, "bright", "dense", "vibrant", because it is written for the children, so it is more poetic and graceful. The author's green seems to be alive and well. The author's green seems to be alive and flowing, as if it were in the letter as if it were in front of his eyes. I also like green, and I like the author's green. Their vitality makes people feel happy and hopeful .
2. Sentence Excerpts and Appreciation of SceneryHappiness is to be alive!
As long as I am alive, I have a reason to be happy.
Life gives me endless power to render her into ten thousand gorgeous colors, so I never have gray-colored things, and I am afraid they drown me! That's why I am brightly dressed and my vigor soars! To be happy is to be alive!
As long as I can live, I have a reason to be happy.
God has given me everything I have, superior or defective, I am happy to accept that they have made me what I am today!
I feel honored to be able to live here in peace!
Happiness is being alive!
As long as I am alive, I have a reason to be happy.
I crave delicacies, though I talk of hunger strikes!
I am afraid of flowers, but the view is still beautiful!
There are too many things in this world that are worth pursuing, and life is so short that there is no waste or romance! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that!
As long as I am alive, I have a reason to be happy!
Commitments and vows are too heavy, all of them are gradually fading away, leaving me with two sleeves of clean air to live a happy and pleasant life!
My income has been enough, thanks are too late to enjoy are afraid to miss, there is no time to complain, to doubt!
This article discusses the topic of happiness and what it means to be happy. The author began to point out that happiness is to live
Living is the most basic conditions to enjoy life, we are always unsatisfied, always feel that life is not fun, however, we ignore a very important point, we have a life, which is the most gorgeous and beautiful chapter. When you are low, when you feel into the desperate time, do you think the world abandoned you? After the Wenchuan earthquake, I think we understand the meaning of life. If you have life, you have the chance to find happiness, and if you have the chance, you are not afraid of not having happiness. So we have to cherish life more, the limited life to get more colorful. So that we can stand up to the people who once lived in our world, to stand up to themselves. Courage to live, courage to find their own happiness!
3. The appreciation of good writingAutumn, is the time of the earth's fertility. At this time, the land has laid down its fruitful: heavy rice, golden wheat, snow-white cotton, full-grain peanuts, big and red groundnuts, red apples, orange-red tangerines and so on. All kinds of colorful chrysanthemums, peonies, carnations, moonflowers, osmanthus flowers, etc. glistened under the thick dew and did not fade at all. The scenery of fields and gardens has never been so beautiful and haunting as in autumn. Looking down from the sky, the earth in early autumn is like a colorful and gorgeous carpet. Pay a year of hard labor people, but also feel the joy of the harvest.
In the fall, the summer finally slipped away, the sun shines on the earth shorter than the summer, no longer from five or six o'clock in the morning until six or seven o'clock in the evening; the sun began to become softer and meeker, no longer as hot as the summer when the rage of the cloak, let a person daunted; the sun in the fall has been more oblique, unlike the hot summer as direct, and thus the temperature is significantly lower.
Midsummer, although also colorful, but the main color is golden. In the summer, there is hardly a single fallen leaf, hardly a hint of yellow in the middle of the summer color, the earth presents the main color is green. In mid-autumn, nature is magically changing, a night of autumn winds, people do not realize when the earth's dominant color has become yellow, the leaves become yellow and sparse, not as green and lush as in the summer, the grass has also become a golden yellow, the field is a golden yellow, so people call the fall for the "Golden Autumn". If the nature in the spring used to look pretty, joyful, like a woman looking forward to the future, then the mid-autumn seems to become old, depressed, gentle, like a woman with golden hair remembering the past. French writer Maupassant in "a Norman" in the autumn gold compared to as if the daylight melted into drops from the sky fell into the dense bushes.
The nature in late fall leaves a bleak scene. The fields are bare as far as the eye can see after a busy farming day. Livestock are walking back and forth with their heads hanging down. Flocks of sparrows rise up from the wheat field from time to time, and like a hailstorm have scattered on the dusty road. The crow was hovering low in the sky, and suddenly it flew away with a cry of despair. Thus, a feeling of melancholy will come to your heart and evoke infinite sadness.
4. Describe the scene of the sentence, to bring appreciation of the 10The fluttering purple-red sunrise, half hidden behind the big road of poplars, toward the awakening of the earth to project the light of ten thousand purple and red. Gradually, lifting the dazzling clouds, the sun appeared like a ball of fire, pouring its fire-like red light over the trees, the plains, the sea and the whole earth.
The moon, which was about to be full, gradually rose high in the sky. A transparent gray cloud faintly blocked the moonlight, above the fields, as if a light smoke, strands off, as if falling into a dream. After the evening clouds drifted past, the smoke on the field dissipated, and the water-like clear light, rinsing the soft autumn night.
Open the time of the trip, invite the sun as a companion, about the wind walk, pack up the bag, we go close to the grassland, go close to the vast and boundless grassland.
The bitter and hot air seems to be stagnant; the hot face is waiting for the wind, but the wind does not come. The sun shone hotly in the dark blue sky; and on the bank opposite to us was a field of yellow-orange oats, with absinth growing in some places, and not even a single ear of wheat shaken.
Lima grassland. At the foot of the snowy mountains, will there be a group of docile and fat cattle and sheep? Will there be a group of enthusiastic steeds, is running happily? The blue sky will not be floating a few white clouds? Will the golden sun shine brightly? On the broad grassland, will you be as bold as the eagle with wings spreading? Will you be able to sing with great enthusiasm?
The road next to the wave like rolling high and low loess. The sun is buried in the yellow soil, glowing flesh red. But the sun also burned a strange energy, burned their skin and flesh into a purple-black, and seemed to smell a burnt smell.
The lotus leaves, large like a millstone, some stretch like an umbrella, the lotus leaves on the water droplets, some like a lover's teardrops, some scattered into tiny crushed beads, rolling around in the lotus leaves, flashing with the splendor, far away, in the surrounding emerald green mountains, in the red evening sunshine, the lotus, like a group of red clouds, a layer of red clouds, look at the endless lotus field! , such as rouge and dye, people like into fairyland.
The south of the August, the sun is on fire. At noon, the sun to the leaves of the trees are curled up. The robin pulls a long sound raucous non-stop, to the hot weather adds a layer of boredom.
The crystal clear air has made the earth vast, expanding it indefinitely. Everything is going far away, and it is calling people to the blue edge of the earth. Standing here, I have seen the sun rise more than ten times, and each time a new world is born in front of me, full of novelty and beauty.
The dusk of late fall always comes quickly, and before the water evaporated by the sunlight on the mountains and fields to clear away, the sun fell into the western mountains. So, the valley wind with a heavy coolness, driving the white fog, wandering down the mountain, and the shadow of the mountain peaks, more quickly poured over the village, the shadow is getting thicker and thicker, gradually mixed with the night color, but soon, and the moon candles into a silvery gray.
The night was dim, and the moon was in the sky, but it hid itself nowhere, for this Miss Diana sometimes slipped away to wander on that side of the globe, and caused the mountains here to be dark, and the great wilderness to be gloomy.
The night grew thicker, and there were more and more "lights" in the sky. The city's real lights are also lit up, especially around the harbor around the hillside of the lights, reflected in the blue sea from the sky, with the waves, swaying, flashing, like a string of flowing pearls, and the stars in the dome of the densely populated reflect each other, very beautiful.
In a quiet night, people are dreaming in bed, suddenly a loud noise, followed by the sound of water dripping in front of the eaves, the rhythm of the drip drip drip like a lullaby, ringing non-stop, the faster the faster, I seem to be hypnotized, and then fell asleep.
Everything in this mountain, that is not my friend? I eagerly greeted them: hello cool mountain spring! You hold out a mirror, is an invitation to me to re and grooming? Hello, waterfall! You were born with a golden voice, and what a powerful tenor you have. Hello, steep cliffs! Deep canyons set off your upright body, your high forehead seems to be carved with wisdom.
5. beautiful sentence excerpts and appreciationA description of the snow: only to see the sky and the earth between the white blanket, snowflakes fluttering down from the sky, around like pulling up a white tent, the earth immediately became silver.
I can not help but think of a poem "suddenly like a spring breeze, thousands of trees, thousands of pear blossoms" really beautiful! The snowflakes white as jade, it is the heavenly palace sent down the little generals, or the moon palace laurel tree fell on the jade leaves? Snowflakes like a beautiful jade-colored butterfly, like dancing like drunk; like blowing down the dandelion; like floating like flying; like the angel reward gift of small white flowers; suddenly scattered and gathered, floating, gently full, worthy of the earth's masterpiece! I saw the snowflakes in front of me as naughty as butterflies, a moment to fall under the eaves, a moment to fall on the tree branches, but also from time to time floating in the face of pedestrians. Second, describe the scene: soon 100 meters short initial run will begin.
In the brand-new plastic runway on both sides of the cheerleaders are nearly as hysterical cheering and cheering. The referees were serious about the record.
This is also a static and dynamic scene of euphoria, which makes the audience thumping heart. Immediately after the 400 meters, 800 meters, 1000 meters of running is more reflective of the team love of the big project, long-distance running athletes with nearly perfect posture so that the two strong legs on the runway running forward, with an incomparable tenacity of the will to think of their own goals to advance.
And from the side of the running students, friends is to show the friendship of the best, they are out of breath, but also kept cheering for their team members, when the athletes reached the end of the rush to hand towels, send drinks and support jogging on the track.
The scene on the track and field, everywhere is competition, but everywhere filled with the breath of friendship. Third, describe the colorful sunset The colorful sunset rises with the sunrise over the sea, the plum blossoms and green willows bring spring across the river, the yellow birds sing in the warm spring light, and the sunlight promotes the green apple grass.
Fourth, describe the sunrise We waited about half an hour in the dawn, only to see the rising sun showing a small corner, reflecting the sunrise, the race is like just from the blast furnace pouring out of the steel, radiant, people do not dare to open their eyes to look directly. After a while, the red sun rising, the light of the sea of clouds, colorful Phi, brilliant like embroidery.
At that time there was a strong mountain wind blowing, cloud smoke scattered, peaks and valleys, pine and rocks, in the colorful sea of clouds, instantaneous change, as if the decorative pattern of the brocade above, each of which changed a style. Such a scenic haze, we are in color pictures and color film is also difficult to see V. Describe the sunset On the distant horizon, a round of the sun is about to set, the western sky of the evening sunlight waving a brilliant veil. In the film, the grass everywhere is gilded with a golden color. The evening wind blew up, a branch of dogwood shook a ditch dusk lyric. Rows of white cabins appeared, like a fairy tale like exquisite, but also as beautiful as a dream. Six, about the pursuit of yearning If the eyes are a pair of windows of the heart open, is the heart out of the two winks of spring; then, the secret, is the heart of a treasure mine, is the heart of a convergence of a touch of light.
Isn't it true that there is a secret in the mind that can be called a real person? If reading is to lay the cornerstone of life, in combing the feathers of life, then, practice, is in the construction of the hall of life, training the wings of life. Isn't it true that after practicing, life can really stand and fly between heaven and earth? Home can be extended to a long, long way to embrace the world; home can be shrunk to a very small very small, only two people can also play a lot.
Home can be green, prosperous, surrounded by a bird's paradise. It can be a home of wilderness and bloodshed, a home of death for a man and a woman.
The key is that each member is both a king and a soldier, building it and guarding it, harmoniously adjusting the home's internal and external affairs, and handling the home's border defense. We have been looking for happiness for a long time.
But where is happiness? The happiness should be a cool oasis in the desert, right? We trekked through the mountains and rivers, and eventually saw only a few clumps of sea buckthorn; happiness is a shiny pearl in the sea, right? We wade through the rivers and explore the sea, searching for traces, but in the end only to pick up a few shells; happiness should be a comfortable castle in the journey, right? We have been hungry and thirsty, traveling at night and in the morning, but in the end we only found a humble room; happiness should be a peach and apricot orchard over the mountain, right? We have worked hard, panting, but in the end we only see a few bends of willow, a few bushes of grass. In fact, we do not put the happiness too idealized, there is no complete and flawless happiness in the world.
All ideas that can inspire life are beautiful. There is only one enemy, and that is selfishness, which can make the spring of life muddy and dry, and which can make the sky of the mind narrow and gloomy.
It can make the stars of ideals dim and blurred. Strive to stimulate the light and strength of your heart, to inspire that joy of unselfish love and devotion.
Turning to ancient poems, you can savor the deep thoughts and feelings of the poets one by one, and then think and realize. Read Wang Wei, Meng Haoran, you know what is the love of landscape; read Du Fu, Bai Juyi, you know what is the people's feelings; read Xin Qiji, Lu You, you know what is the patriotic feelings.
Reading, tasting, you have and poets into one, subconsciously improve their moral character and aesthetic taste. Some people do whatever they can to make a name for themselves, and as a result, their reputation has been swept away; Lei Feng has never left a name for his good deeds, but he is famous in China; some people want to write words that will remain in the world for a long time, and as a result, they are quickly forgotten; Lu Xun wishes to immortalize his articles, but they are glorious for ages to come.
How many articles can be retained in the world? The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.
The first time I saw the movie, I saw the movie, but I didn't know what to expect.
Wang Bo died young, but left behind a thousand songs. The first thing you need to know is how to get to the top of the list, and how to get there. The only thing that shines through is the diamonds.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. The only thing that's left is a little bit of real gold. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it. Some people are plain, and the wind and rain, but the road of his life is rich and delicate; some people are bumpy and difficult, but the book of his life is fascinating; some people are flying, and there is a way, but the book of his life is unbearable.
The color of spring is a cold green, such as blue waves, such as young bamboo, full of infinite hope.
The color of autumn is warm yellow, such as golden ears, such as sorghum, swirling with the joy of harvest. Lazy people messy footprints, wandering backwards, is written on the road of life confessions woeful; diligent people solid and powerful footprints, the courage to go forward, is carved in the peak.
6. beautiful sentence excerpts plus appreciationYou are a dragonfly, pointing across the center of my lake.
Then my memory will be ripples as a skirt, and even the loneliness of the fine embroidery embellished brocade, so that I am youthful and beautiful.
The winds of the fall spread the cold silence to the earth, and there was a murmur of voices under the bright sun. I listen to the side ear, but the wind all about your news is called quiet, every miss is called forget.
I shouldn't blame you for not reading the poem of the deep love of the leaf to me, because we haven't had a positive encounter, it's just that you happened to pass by the center of my lake when you were too tired; I shouldn't blame you for stagnating my breath with a sycamore leaf, because the anchor of your heart is too heavy, and you don't look forward to another adventurous voyage; I shouldn't blame you for exchanging a moment of acacia for my eternal remembrance, because you have a pair of wings to fly, destined to travel far from me.
You were a dragonfly that dotted across the center of my lake.
Then, the sound of the feathers fluttering, gradually away from my terrified mood. But your departure did not restore my peace, and I was thus plunged into the whirlpool of sorrow. The graceful lines of that ripple converge into resistance and besiege my heart.
You woke me up from the depths of my dreams, but only told me that you were going to borrow a kite to get away from the June rain, while I had to stay where I was. I dusted all our private secrets in the woods to send them to the fall. I hid in the lapels of the fall wind and thought back to how I felt at the time -
It was an eternal dragonfly dream that seemed to be awake before it even began.
I mistakenly took the ending as the beginning, and I could never believe that the destiny with you just gradually dissipated with the ripples that swept away. You broke through my line of sight and disappeared in the blue color of the sky.
So I know, you are not a dragonfly, and I no longer have the heart of the lake
Read this paragraph especially feel. This text is as beautiful as a poem, moving the heart. Like a picture of general reminiscence, unconsciously, a dragonfly appeared in the mind, unconsciously, as if he became the lake, accompanied by a few lonesome, a few sentimental. You are a kind of dragonfly, you have no intention of pointing over the center of my lake, you have no intention of intruding into my world, you have no intention of appearing in front of me, but I have intentionally remembered you, I know that this is not by chance. You are just a hasty passer-by in my life, no matter how I want to stay and how I don't want to give up, you are destined to travel far away with wings, and you are destined to leave with the dream of flying. Perhaps, I should have realized that the beginning of the story is just a mistake, just by chance. But, your chance, but, into my inevitable. You, destined, to leave 、、、、、.
The story of the lake and the dragonfly, in fact, is more you and my story. When the dragonfly point across the lake heart of the moment, there are ripples, is the heart of the lake moved, but the dragonfly is no longer back. The dragonfly points over the center of the lake, can never have a perfect ending. That in the margins, the age of the ripples gradually dispersed, leaving only the lake lonesome and lonesome.
Your unintentional but became my forever, yes, I should not blame you, because you, just unintentional.
In fact, when the dragonfly points over the center of the lake, the story is over 、、、、、、
7. Describe the scenery good sentenceSpring Rain The bright spring rain, like a group of innocent dolls, high in the air clouds, playful and down, babbling, jumping and jumping joyfully into the embrace of mother earth.
Spring rain, like flower needles, such as fine silk, dense diagonal weaving. Spring rain kept falling, the fine rain weaved a huge net, from the clouds have been hanging to the ground, the mountains in the distance, near the pink peach blossoms, green poplar trees, soft willow branches, are covered in this boundless net, this net is the spring girl skillfully hand-woven into the gauze, covered in the sky and the earth, technology in the mountains.
Listen! Rain fell on the roof "Tita Tita", like playing percussion. Rain down to the pond "Ding Ding Ding" sung up, the water surface also splashed a small flower, and like a flower girl in the light dance ...... Rain like a broken line of beads, drop by drop in a string of puddles made of rainwater above.
Spring rain has, dyeing green mountains,; dyeing green water, dyeing green stone paths.
It was raining, and the raindrops were pounding on the windows. Immediately, countless water droplets of various sizes gathered on the window glass facing outward.
When the raindrops fell into the pool, the raindrops drew a note on the water. These notes are the circles that the raindrops strike on the surface of the water.
In summer, the raindrops clattered. The raindrops in the sky fall straight down like sifted beans, breaking the mirror-like surface of the lake and scaring away the small fish that originally wanted to jump on the surface to see the rain.
The rain is coming down more and more, and when you look at the distance, it looks like a gray curtain blocking the view, gray and cloudy, trees, houses, ah, nothing can be seen. Autumn Rain The sky washed by autumn rain is as blue and clear as the sea.
The white clouds are like a light boat sailing, floating slowly on the water. Autumn rain falls and drifts.
Like silk, like silk, like fog, like smoke. Falling on the face cool, flowing into the mouth, sweet, like rice wine, like honey, so that people like drunk, like a dream, like crazy, like drunk.
The dome of the rain, a hint of a hint of floating, like the sky dancing fine sand; for the earth's green things, to bring a hope, moisturized in the tip of the leaf, but also for the river and pond ducks, to bring a stream of delightful interest, foraging for the mystery of the fall. Autumn rain swish down.
The fine rain weaves a gray mantle between heaven and earth. ● The lake is alive, layers of scaly waves rise with the wind, accompanied by jumping sunshine, accompanied by my heart, in the chase, and then play.
● Lake water in the dry grass whispered slightly, the distant from time to time came one or two ducklings fluttering wings, so that the moonlit night of the lake more lonely and cold. ● Several leaves of white sails, in this water and sky of golden sea, like a few snow-white feathers, lightly floating, floating.
● The sea is full of water, shining in the setting sun, the waves are like naughty little children jumping uncertainly, the water is a golden light. ● The lake is hard, like a flawless emerald shimmering with a beautiful luster.
● The lake is quiet, like a mirror, clearly reflecting the blue sky, white clouds, red flowers, green trees. The lake is covered with a mist like green smoke, and when you look at Weishan from afar, you can only faintly discern the gray shadow of the mountains.
●Waves are a wonder of the sea, but she is more like a dancer, she can make people leave their worries behind and enjoy themselves. ● The sea is so blue that one feels that the color of emerald is too light, and the color of sapphire is too deep, even if it is a famous master, it is difficult to describe.
● The sun shines on the surface of the lake, like a layer of glittering silver to the water surface, and like a green satin that has been crumpled. The mountains that are exposed to the clouds seem to be suspended like islands in clusters and dashes.
The surrounding mountains are like a colorful flower cloth. The mountain waves and peaks are layered.
The mountains are black and pale without edges, and the cliffs are cut and axed like the sky and the earth. The undulating loess hills are like the waves of a great flood.
The Dragon Hill, like a tomb towering in the night. The mountains on both sides of the gorge rise and fall straight up and down, so high that it makes people dizzy.
The deep valleys are appallingly quiet and gloomy. The ravine was filled with snow, as high as the backs of the mountains, and became a great square of flat, snow-covered ground.
The morning sun is shining, and the mountain like a shy girl, hidden, sunset, the afterglow across the light. Good paragraph Standing here to see, really strange, the mountains simply changed, their shape and in the plains or mid-level look up very different, they become very cascading, messy, majestic and peculiar.
Looking up, the mountains are the sky, the sky is also the mountains, before and after the mountains, as if your nose can touch the mountains at any time. You can see a misty giant peak jutting out in the distance, surrounded by dozens of smaller rocky peaks.
A closer look, the giant peak like the Monkey King holding a golden rod, those small peaks are like scratching the ears of the little monkey. Look, the Monkey King is leading its children to the South Heavenly Gate to kill it.
The white sky, the mountains pale black like iron, solemn, solemn. As the red sun rises, one mountain peak is ink-blue in color.
Immediately after, the mist rose, the milky veil to the heavy mountains spaced out, leaving only the tip of the green peaks, really like a fresh ink, sparse and dense landscape painting. After a while, the fog and dispersed, the exposed rock walls, cliffs, by the sunlight dyed red, and gradually turned into a bronze color, and green trees, green fields contrast each other, appearing to be particularly magnificent.
The overlapping mountains, can not see a village, can not see a piece of rice paddies, these mountains are like some drunken old man, one by one, sleeping for tens of millions of years, never woke up their dreams, no one dared to go deep into their hearts, that is, that the most adventurous hunters, but also only to the foot of their feet, to chase those who run down from the mountains of the mountain goats, wild boars and birds, never climb its peak. never climb to its peak. There is no more than the spring rains after the bath of the green mountains more charming, the entire mountainside, are verdant green, did not come to the end of the fog like elegant silk, a strand of the waist wrapped in it, the sun put every leaf on the raindrops, are turned into colorful pearls.
Pointed knife-like hill, picking a few wisps of milky white fog, mist, vaguely visible a thin line. This wall of stone like a skyscraper back to pressure, as high as it will collapse down aggressively.
On the top of the mountain, the dense dense forest seems to buckle on the wall of a huge black carpet hat, black and green from the rock wall jumped out of a cluster of unknown wildflowers. Rain changed the mood of the park, the northwest direction of the clouds, is the ink painting like the distant mountains, which is quite praised in the garden architecture "borrow" to.
Winter color grandfather.
8. What are the methods of analyzing sentences from the perspective of landscape descriptionThe analysis of landscape description can be analyzed from the following: the methods of landscape description, ① explain the time and place of the story, revealing the work of the time and place; ② rendering the atmosphere, supporting the mood of the characters; ③ show the characters; ④ to promote the development of the plot; ⑤ by the scenery, lyricism, and the scene of the melting of the two. The main function and effect of scene description: Rendering - analyzing what atmosphere is rendered by what characteristics of the scene - analyzing the scene itself Setting off or setting off - analyzing the character, mood, etc. of the scene - analyzing the character of the scene. Character's character, mood, etc. - on the connection between scenery and characters, plot Methods of Scenery Writing (1) Use of metaphor, simile, personification and other rhetorical devices (2) Combination of static and dynamic (3) Rendering of color (4) Using white description to write the scenery (5) Writing from a variety of senses such as tactile, visual, and auditory (6) Moving to a new scene and describing it from different angles (7) Combination of front and side views (8) Writing from a variety of senses such as touch, sight, and hearing (9) Writing from a different angle (vii) Combination of front and side (viii) Comparison and contrast, highlighting the characteristics of the scene, for example: 1. Sun Li, "Lotus Flower Precipice": "The woman weaved the mat. Soon, a large area was woven under her body, and she was sitting on a piece of white snow, or on a piece of white cloud. Sometimes she looked into the precipice, which was also white. The water was covered with a thin, transparent fog, and the wind blew by, carrying the fresh scent of lotus leaves and flowers." Through the description of the scene where Mrs. Shuisheng is weaving reed mats, a fresh and quiet atmosphere is created, which emphasizes (or sets off) the image of Mrs. Shuisheng as a hard-working, simple, gentle and kind-hearted woman. （Li Bai's "Dreaming of Traveling to Tianmu and Reciting Farewell" says, "Tianmu is so far away from the sky that it is overflowing, and it is so high up that it covers the red city of Wuyue. The rooftop is 18,000 feet high, and it is ready to fall to the southeast." Here the poet did not directly say how high Tianmu Mountain, but with the high and steep known as the Five Mountains, Tiantai to set off Tianmu Mountain, so that the Tianmu Mountain written outside the sky, straight into the clouds, magnificent extraordinary. 3. Du Fu's "Diffuse into a song": "The river and the moon are only a few feet away, and the wind and lamps shine at night for three nights. The herons on the sand are quiet, and the fish at the stern of the ship are chattering." The line "the fish at the stern of the boat are chirping" is an antithesis. In the first three lines of the poem, the word "quiet" is portrayed, but in this line, movement and sound are written, which seems to break the stillness, but the actual feeling of the reader is just the opposite: the more movement is used to write about quiet, the more quiet is seen, and the more sound is used to set off the quiet, the more quiet is seen. Rendering was originally a technique in Chinese painting, in which ink or light colors were used to paint the picture where emphasis was needed, to show the yin and yang of the objects, and to enhance the artistic effect. In poetry, it is often used to describe the environment, scenery, etc. These descriptions are positive descriptions of various aspects to emphasize the image. Baking is a traditional technique in Chinese landscape painting, in which ink or color is used to paint over the outlines of an object to make it stand out. In poetry, it is used to describe something from the side, as an accompaniment, so as to make the thing to be shown stand out. Setting off is the rhetorical technique of using something else as an accompaniment or contrast in order to make something stand out more. It can make the thing being set off appear more prominent and vivid. P.S. Setting off is divided into positive setting off and negative setting off, positive setting off: that is, with a viewpoint or scene that is consistent with the body of the thing, from the front to accompany, set off the body of the thing of the format. Counterpoint: that is, with the body of things opposite or opposing viewpoints, things from the opposite side to accompany the body of things baked format. I hope this can help you, on the answer to the question please ask! If you agree, please select the answer in a timely manner, your approval is my power to help people thank you.