Notes on prose

Moonlight over the Lotus Pond, written in July 1927, is a lyric prose. Through the description of the lotus pond under the moon, the work expresses the author's depression, hesitation and loneliness under the harsh realistic pressure after the drastic political changes, and shows the author's indifference to the dark reality and his hazy pursuit of a better and free life in the future.

Moonlight on the Lotus Pond begins with a simple sentence. In order to relieve my depression, I walked to the quiet lotus pond by moonlight. "Uneasy heart" is the emotional clue of the full text, which endows the lotus pond and moonlight with different colors and creates specific conditions for lyric writing in the future. In the faint moonlight, I feel like a "free man" alone in the lotus pond world. So wandering in the lotus pond, intoxicated by the moonlight, a beautiful moonlight painting of the lotus pond is presented to the readers. The author first gives a bird's eye view of the panoramic view of the lotus pond under the moon, giving a general impression, and then writes it in layers from top to bottom. Lotus leaves in the field are as beautiful as dancers' skirts; Lotus is dotted with various postures, such as shining stars and milky pearls; The breeze sends fragrance, the leaves move and the flowers quiver, and the water is affectionate. In this painting, the author is not satisfied with the static description of the objective scenery, but the combination of static and dynamic, vividly conveying the vitality of the lotus pond. Then the writer focuses on the beauty of moonlight. Light is elusive, but writers use scenery to create a fascinating and intoxicating artistic conception. Flowing moonlight pours on flowers and leaves, such as "thin blue fog" and "veiled dream" There are both real and imaginary writing methods, which show the lotus's wandering posture in the hazy moonlight. In order to enhance the moonlight effect, the author tries to imitate the moon's projection, such as the "shadow" of uneven bushes and the "sparse and beautiful shadow of curved willow", and these "shadows" are like "painted on lotus leaves", where light and shadow are interlaced, and trees on the shore are connected with lotus flowers in the pond, deliberately writing moonlight, but the harmonious melody of light and shadow is not forgotten everywhere in the lotus pond. Finally, I wrote about the lotus pond around. The willow is covered with thick ink, and I write down the scene under the moon. The treetops face the distant mountains, and the lights in the tree crevices and the drums of cicadas and frogs are touched and dyed at will, only to add vitality, and the silence and sound reflect the tranquility of the lotus pond in the shade. The author enjoyed the fragrant moonlight for a while, and immediately felt heavy pressure when he returned to reality, and his heart became more and more restless. At the end of the article, the author's thoughts on the ancient scenery of picking lotus in Jiangnan are written. Although it is not in reality, with the help of association, it enlarges the picture of the lotus pond, which is more fresh and elegant, and at the same time expresses the author's yearning and pursuit for a better and free life.

The artistic achievements of Moonlight on the Lotus Pond are various. First of all, the article pursues a poetic beauty. The author mobilizes all artistic techniques to create a realm of poetic and picturesque scenery. What is poetic in the works is the beauty of moonlight in the lotus pond. From time to time, the author takes the lotus pond as the main scene, moonlight as the background, combines dynamic and static, and uses vivid metaphors and synaesthesia techniques to describe the boundless scenery of the lotus pond in the moonlight from far and near, from inside to outside. The author sometimes uses the moonlight as the main scene and the lotus pond as the background, and skillfully uses the truth and reality to outline the moonlight style of the whole lotus pond in the shade. The author tries to explore the poetry contained in nature, make the sound, light, color and taste full of charm, and touch the graceful style of the lotus pond in the moonlight together. This writing method of setting off feelings with scenes and blending scenes not only makes the works poetic, but also makes them interesting and beautiful.

Ingenious conception and layout are another remarkable feature of Moonlight on the Lotus Pond. The mood of writing at the beginning of the work is quite restless, which is the origin of the lyric clues of the work. The article takes "I" as the main line and the behavior of the characters as the clue. The lyrical process of the full text is gradually deepened with the author's steps and the movement of sight. In writing, the lotus pond and moonlight are the center, and the surrounding background is appropriately dyed. The layout is clear and distinct, the details are appropriate, the density is alternating, and it stretches naturally.

The language of Zhu Ziqing's prose is elegant, beautiful, novel and natural. The moonlight in the lotus pond keeps this color. Zhu Ziqing pays great attention to the tempering of language, portraying his mood with light pen and light spoken language, and expressing his feelings. The use of verbs and reduplications in Moonlight on the Lotus Pond not only accurately and vividly renders and strengthens the meaning of the poem, but also has clear rhythm and harmonious rhythm. Rich in musical beauty.

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The modern famous writer Zhu Ziqing's "Hurry" depicts the trace of the passage of time and expresses the author's helplessness and regret for wasting time.

This article is about time gone forever, don't idle away your time. I understand that time is money, and I remember that I spent more than 4,600 days and nights, but what did I do with these 4,600 days and nights? Only wandering, only rushing. In the rush of more than 4,000 days, what is left except wandering?

I remember a saying: "Time is the fairest, giving anyone a day is 24 hours;" Time is also the most selfish, and it is not 24 hours a day for anyone. "Do you think this sentence is contradictory? No, it's not contradictory. We all know that there are 24 hours in a day, which is the fairness of time. Then why is there a time deviation? Because these people waste time at will, let time fly by quickly, and accomplish nothing in one day, he abandoned time and time abandoned him. Therefore, his twenty-four hours are very short. However, some people arrange their time reasonably, cherish time, don't waste time, and use time to do something meaningful to get twice the result with half the effort. They spend 24 hours doing things that ordinary people need 25 hours, 26 hours, or even more. Their 24 hours are long and full.

My friend, whenever you play computer, the days pass away from the keyboard, but when you watch TV, the days flash from the screen. My friend, life is short, but after careful calculation, how much time do we spend in work and study? No matter what setbacks and grievances you encounter in your later life, don't waver, don't excuse yourself and go your own way! Because any vacillation, including excuses, takes time and life, so don't delay the trip.

Swallows have gone, and when they come back, the willows are withered. When they are green again, the peach blossoms are withered. When they bloom again, our days are gone forever. I can't help but think of a sentence "wasting other people's time is equal to murder for money, and wasting one's time is equal to chronic suicide!" " "Students, cherish the time! Time is money! Is life!

First, "thoughtful writing is good-thinking about Xiang Limin's prose"

At the post office, as soon as I got the box containing Jinhu Beach, I sent her a message saying that the book was received. Thank you. After a while, she replied that the book was a greeting and it was good to receive it. I opened the corrugated box and saw Jinhu Beach. To be honest, I don't like this book. It's not that I don't like her writing, but I think this book is a pity-she shouldn't let this regret happen in her first book. So I used the comment function of the prose circle to tell her that if this book matches your photography, it must be wonderful. She said there would be another one with photography in the future.

I first noticed her, not because of her prose, but because of her photography. Those beautiful pictures are really attractive. Look at the text below the photo again and really feel the benefits of this idiom. Personally, I have always felt that photography is more accurate and direct than words in reproducing nature. But sometimes the encounter between man and nature changes rapidly in photography, and the image disappears before it can be appreciated. Before we finished, we wrote some words to recall this lost beauty-whether poetry or landscape prose-with pictures and poems, just like a pair of lovers wandering between mountains and rivers, silently beautiful. Most of the essays she began to write were like prose poems, all about the scenery of Taiping Lake and her feelings of meeting it, and some of them were influenced by American writer Thoreau. Beauty is beauty, but I think there are traces. It's like learning from the master's brushwork and going to the wild to find the master's landscape sketch. Although she has her own hair growth and thoughts, she can still smell raw. Her change began with Crazy Girl. She no longer only pays attention to the scenery of Taiping Lake, but looks at people in it, and the people she sees are more or less different (perhaps this is caused by her heart and vision developed since childhood), which can be seen from the later Abandoned Garden.

The two essays "Crazy Woman" and "Abandoned Garden" are different from her series of flowers and plants in Taiping Lake. The biggest advantage is that she has more life care. "This crazy girl is still on the dock of Taiping Lake, wandering around the box office. For a scenic spot, her presence is really an eyesore. Maybe in a few days, she will be taken away by a car. She doesn't care about her place, but I hope that place is not too far away from her home, and she will never find her way home again. " (Crazy woman) This is the end of crazy women. Although it is only a faint stroke, it shows the power to pull out the mountain, which comes from the pity of the author. Externally so calm, like a silent accusation against this society. The Abandoned Backyard was originally the material of a good novel, but it made her write a sad essay, from which I still read the twisted love and the helplessness of life. It is from these two words that I feel that her lines are more about the soul, while those descriptions of the external scenery are gradually decreasing.

The best thing to say is to talk, even if you have no one to talk to-even if you are fictional at the peak of your feelings-and open the floodgates and let the flood flood flood. For writers, who can control themselves and not let this heavy door open? No, obviously not: "In fact, we all have a living demon in our hearts, which always takes shape when we are lonely or weak, making us fidgety." ...... \ \ There is a demon in our hearts, which is not a terrible thing, indicating that our hearts are not empty, have no desire, and have no living love for life. All we have to do is to understand the ins and outs of this magic-to find out what we have and what we need. "("Letter of March: A Dream You Can't Throw Away ") She said it was a demon, but what she actually said was the kind of mind that she couldn't stop, and this kind of mind often settled in her body for a long time. I don't know when she found an exit, and it ran out fiercely, willfully and desperately. At this time, for a writer, you can only let your fingers on the keyboard or let the pen tip gallop on a piece of white paper.

Gan Tang and Gan Tang, in her prose creation, I think it is a major change, just like rushing from a place full of flowers to the mountains. If there is any fundamental difference between these two landscapes, I think the most important thing is the difference in mentality. One is enchanting, small and exquisite, and the other is broad and rough, and doesn't care about every penny. Since Gan Tang and Gan Tang, her style has also changed from lyricism to narration, and from expression to presentation. She seemed to suddenly open the boundary between man and nature, and her language showed gentleness and serenity. "Every day at noon, Mao always sits under the courtyard wall with peeling lime and exposed loess core, and talks with the old lady in the neighborhood about the past of those ancestors on the mountain. The wind and sunshine from the mountain gently attached to Mao's shoulder and kissed her wrinkled forehead. Immediately, his hair will shine, and his father will be like an old man in Gan Tang (Gan Tang, Gan Tang). She is the history of Gan Tang. In her intermittent narrative, we seem to see the beauty of Gan Tang and the beauty of Gan Tang. Although behind these goodness and kindness are the sufferings of Gan Tang people, where will you go? Whenever she talks about sadness, "she always stops, holds her clothes and wipes her eyes." ("Gan Tang, Gan Tang"), it is this seemingly casual "clothing to wipe the corner of the eye", but let an old man who has experienced vicissitudes stand in front of us vividly. Everything is the author's personal experience, which seems to be fiction, and it is her love for that mountain, water, grass and trees hidden in her heart. She regards old Mao as a witness of Gan Tang, and Mao can be seen everywhere in her works, that is to say, she writes about the combination of reality and history. This passage has a rotten smell in the sound of silk friction, which is the musty smell of the rainy season in the south. At the same time, it also makes us feel the historical sense that the body hidden under silk has changed from fullness to wrinkles. These seem to be seen by the old man holding the author's hand. Through her fingers, we can see the streets and lanes of Gan Tang under the imprint of the old man's footprints, smells and sounds. When the dreamlike Gan Tang she described slowly degenerated into a symbol, she felt confused and felt our helplessness in the face of time. It is this confusion and helplessness that makes the scenes and objects attached to time, ancestors' body temperature and hallucinations suddenly seem so precious.

Love is the whole meaning of all existence-we are their continuation and another them.

From Crazy Girl and Abandoned Backyard to Gan Tang and Gan Tang, we find that there are more characters in Xiang Limin's prose and the stories told are more and more complicated. From this perspective, she began to make her heart closer to society and life, and the composition of her novels became larger and larger (novels are the truth of the soul), which gave her the texture of novels. Smiles send us light in the attic is such a passage. She writes at will, and the combination of truth and fiction gives her more room to play freely. She reveals the characters' hearts with external actions and dialogues, and she is writing about her characters, family, warmth and contradictions. It is difficult for you to read her words from the perspective of novels. She doesn't write according to the number of novels, but according to her own mind. Xiang Limin's writing has that kind of elegant and naughty quality, and her life may be leisurely, always revealing her unhurried strength. Maybe she put her observation and heart under pressure and didn't want to be easily discovered, so her language always flows like water, not rushing, not mud and sand. Family conflicts do exist, and sometimes they are fierce: "At noon in the early summer of that year, mom and dad smashed all the pots and pans at home like a competition, and the tea set was also smashed. Unfortunately, the mirror with a plum on it was hit by a teacup and broke into a spider web with a scream. " ("smiles send us light in the attic")

And this mirror with plum blossoms is smiles send us light's favorite:

"Dad, the plum blossom on this mirror is alive. Really beautiful. "

"Plum blossoms look good, not as good as my little girl." The father looked at the way his daughter liked it and was very satisfied.

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The mirror is broken, the mirror is broken, the mirror is broken ... smiles send us light curled up in front of the attic window, full of tears.

"Gigi, stop crying." Suddenly, smiles send us light heard a soft voice from the ripple corner. "Gigi, stop crying." Another sound. A little girl in the attic.

Just when smiles send us light felt wronged, a few newly hatched sparrows became comforting partners. Xiao Ya soon got rid of the sadness of losing the plum blossom mirror. Her natural motherhood is vividly displayed here: "Don't move, little darling. When your parents come back, I will come to see you every day to protect you from harm." Smiles send us light kissed its mouth and gently put it back in the grass nest. "("smiles send us light in the attic ")

Later, she took good care of the sparrow. She was worried about them and told the rhubarb cat not to shoot sparrows. Finally, the rhubarb cat ate three sparrows. Smiles send us light into real loneliness-this is the first death that smiles send us light has experienced. Then came the proliferation of mice, and the mouse essence repeatedly ran into smiles send us light's dream to seduce her, and then came the smelly smell of mice killed by drugs, as well as grandma's nonsense ... all these were gloomy, as if the family had reached the brink of collapse. But it didn't collapse, because there was love-even if the key was lost, it would open the sealed cabinet and clean up the stench of death.

In the postscript she wrote for this article, she confessed that she loved her father. She said, "Father represents love and tolerance, and is my whole world". But the indifference between parents-"father loves mother"-left a deep mark on her body and mind, otherwise she would not be so depressed when writing this article. She is running away. She feels innocent and sometimes even lonely. It is not difficult to understand that she saw the helplessness of the weak in the sparrow and gave her deep love. The rough experience of a writer's hours is extremely important for his future development, especially for his soul, which will accompany the writer's life. This kind of blood-eating tooth hidden in the subconscious will play a fatal role in the writer's life, and even become the commander-in-chief of his or her fate. It is difficult for a carefree person in childhood to write excellent works-he (she) does not store the experiences of obsession, depression, fear, death, trauma and loneliness in his (her) subconscious mind-even if he (she) writes, his (her) words are pale or funny.

"When God creates an artist who is superior to ordinary people, he often destroys this person's secular happiness first, leaving him (her) in a desperate situation and sad and lonely for a long time." (Julie girl) I think Julie has her own shadow, or their hearts are the same: "She told them that once she walked alone in the big forest of Martinique, accompanied by flowers, butterflies and birds, and she said that she would not be happy in the street." (Miss Julie), and the author is a person who lives alone as his home. She said, "Sometimes I wonder if I exist in this world. I am always alone. I come and go alone. I am surrounded by me. I'm all I have. I walked slowly, walked, and walked alone. I can't see people passing by with my eyes. I don't want to look at people I can't see the person I want to see. " (Lakeside Notes: Being); She is her own environment. She is content to enjoy the nectar brewed by loneliness alone. Even if the nectar is bitter, the color is dim. This is her private property, and she doesn't allow others to come forward. She is afraid that this beauty will be destroyed in an instant. She thought it was a great pity, so she hid it as a precious fruit and chewed it slowly on the silent lake beach: "In this noisy era full of bubbles, it may be a cool happiness to read books under the water without being disturbed." We can see that sometimes she is convincing herself instead of talking to her heart. Sinking, always diving to the bottom, to enjoy the cool happiness that only you can enjoy: perhaps it is an unspeakable silent expectation, perhaps a comforting word, but it is more like a waiting for love.

"When I wrote Julie, I was with Julie." ("Julie Girl") All writing will be marked with the author's own shadow, sometimes autobiographical biography (sometimes personal experience, sometimes just the fictional truth of the author's heart). Those physical and mental inputs are actually going through it again. Therefore, an excellent writer has been looking for his own theme and lifestyle, which is beyond the understanding of ordinary readers. Sometimes we like a writer, we sympathize with his or her misfortune because of love, and even complain about the writer's inhumanity. However, you don't know how precious the sweet pain the writer is experiencing. He or she can only enjoy it alone, what you see is its appearance.

I need to find a suitable basket for myself, and then add my things to it every day ... When writing "Julie Girl", it is a necessary emotional expression. I regard Julie as myself, and I think I can use Julie to tell my state-survival and psychology. ("Give yourself a suitable basket") This is the monologue when the author is lost after writing his photographic notes. She is looking for a basket, which is suitable for her writing and life. When this group of words was published in Prose World, I felt that she was trying to surpass her original writing efforts. As an ordinary reader, I feel that an expectation is coming true. At that time, I said to the Post, "Faulkner spent his whole life writing a place the size of a postage stamp, but he wrote Big Black Fool, A Rose in Memory of Emily, Bear, Justice, Absalom, Absalom and The Sound and the Fury. But you found a basket. Think about how many stamps you can hold! " She is humble, humble, far-sighted and full of longing. She said, "I am sitting on my blank stamp, hoping that one day my stamps drawn one by one will pick me up and send me to a beautiful distance." It is this belief of looking forward to sending herself to a distant place that urges her to write beautiful and slightly sad words again and again. Her writing style is somewhat like Zhang Ailing's determination to describe love, and there are also some shadows of Xiao Hong in describing street people. Of course, it's more about herself, as quiet as dew on a flower.

In her reading notes to readers, we can easily see that her mind has become more and more mature: "I care about honesty, even if it is cruel and cold." A dishonest novel, no matter how beautifully written, is powerless. " (Reading Love in Blooming Spring Fields) A person has a sound mind only if he dares to face the bloody reality, otherwise she is still a child. A person with a sound mind must have the penetrating power to uncover the appearance of things and touch the essence of things. With this kind of penetrating power, the words you write have a touchable temperature, an audible smell and a touchable soul. Otherwise, you are just putting on a gorgeous coat for what you describe, which is flashy and meaningless.

"Writing is the way I speak. I talk to myself like this. I am my confidant and a faithful recorder of my secrets. As long as I can hear my own voice, I can get peace. Sometimes I don't write, I am silent, and this silence is also a kind of conversation, a quieter conversation, in solitude. " ; "My writing, in the final analysis, is for my inner needs, and it doesn't matter what I write" (People who love languages). From this perspective, her writing is talking to herself, muttering to an imaginary listener in loneliness, and this listener is sometimes even herself. This is conscious writing, not showing the heart.

In a series of beautiful words she wrote, there are still many words I haven't mentioned, such as her poems, such as the Taiping Lake series that she is proud of. However, I want to recommend her "Time Town" to you at the end, because she fully expressed her love for the town. This reminds me of Benjamin's one-way street. Although there are not many similarities in content and spirit, they have one thing in common. They are all recording a real fantasy in their hearts with their own eyes.

As an ordinary reader of Li Min's prose, I am really impressed by her language and style. There is a Huangshan Mountain in front of her that needs her to climb. I think she will write as beautiful and strange as Huangshan Mountain.

Persuasion, everything needs persuasion. She wants to prove herself with her own persuasiveness. In such a noisy contemporary literary world (especially online literary world), her rare sobriety is enough to make people expect her to write a better chapter. Since she has the soul of a pilgrim, as long as time gives her enough patience and makes her broader and more tolerant, then she will certainly achieve her own literature.