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[Problem solving process]
A rustling breeze blows rustling leaves; The gurgling stream is accompanied by melodious bird songs. What a wonderful natural music this is!
The cicada on the branch is probably a little tired, right? Otherwise, why are their voices so intermittent and so sad!
The stream always goes through the gravel, flows through the grass and rings gently. It may be around the clock, right?
The dancing butterflies stopped their work and lay in the bushes. Only countless mosquitoes are still flying from branch to branch.
The light blue cloud reflects that a crescent moon has just emerged from the east. She seems to be staring at me, staring at me tightly with her eyes open-looking at me in front of this stream, under the green trees, next to the Love Night Pavilion-my madness.
Artistic conception aesthetics
The breeze is blowing gently and the stream is gurgling; Birds sing tactfully, cicadas sing constantly; The crescent moon is full of love and butterflies are dancing, which is a harmonious natural scene. Being in it will make people forget things.
When the wind blows, you shout loudly, and sometimes your hair jumps when it is unkempt. Oh, oh, how interesting! When I was holding a silk skirt in my left hand and dancing lightly in my right arm, that naive madness was completely reflected in the clear water. So I smiled at the dancing shadow in the stream, and she smiled too! I laughed harder and she laughed harder. So I watched her cry, and she frowned and opened her mouth to me. I really cried, but she also cried. Her tears fell into the water as fast as I did.
Sometimes I jump with toad, it jumps into the grass, I jump into the grass, it squats on the stone, I squat on the stone, but it plops into the stream, so I have to watch it parade freely in frustration.
Sometimes birds sing and I sing, "but my voice is dry and hoarse." It is still singing happily and proudly.
Finally, I supported my whole body with my left hand, squinting at the soft white clouds against the blue sky and the pale moon smiling at me.
I've been looking for it for a long time, and my eyes are like needles. I was so tired that I fell asleep on the green grass. The warm spring breeze and the gentle singing of birds sent me into the sleeping land in waves.
I met my grandmother who died two years ago and my two cousins who just died in Los Angeles. My grandmother smiled and hugged me and kissed me kindly, while my sister-in-law took my clothes and asked me to tell the story of the red-haired savage. I felt sad as if I were awake, and I took a deep breath of air conditioning.
Creative aesthetics
Dreaming, "tears streaming down her face", flowing clouds and birds singing in the mountains, full of love, paved the way for the lyric behind.
Awake, fully awake; I opened my eyes and was full of spring scenery, so I forgot my dream just now.
However, when I lean against the stone fence, listen to the maple sound, stare at the running water and recall all the sweet and happy life in the past, I sometimes feel my eyes are full of tears.
Hey!
I want to turn my dying, boring and boring life into a thriving and energetic new life.
I would like to turn my bored and impatient heart into a calm and carefree one like Sister Yue.
I hope all the past and future tears are gone!
I want to complain to Chunfeng with anxiety and indignation!
I want to sing a sad song to the birds singing in the forest!
I would like to hang it on the treetop with deep affection!
I want to float into space with a warm heart!
I hope all my things will disappear, disappear!
Linguistic aesthetics
"alas!" When words are together, sorrow adds to sorrow; Eight words "wish", longing for love; Sunset, crows, cicadas, everything remains the same, and dreams are hard to come true after all!
The faint sunshine, through the dense forest, through the zenith, gradually moved to the west corner, and the crow passed over my head and screamed a few times; Cicada also quarreled, the sound of running water seemed louder, and the evening breeze in the forest began their work. I suddenly shivered and felt a little cold. I stood up and adjusted my clothes, and looked down at the lawn where I was sitting, which had been ravaged by me.
"After the spring breeze blows and the dew moistens, should it be restored to its original state?" I said with a sad sigh.
I lifted my skirt and walked down the gazebo. A farmer who was hoeing suddenly turned his head and stared at me intently-he didn't look away until I turned the corner.
Creative aesthetics
The hoeing farmer stared at the full text, implying that no one understood the ideal and was disappointed.
Theme aesthetics
Write in the Love Night Pavilion to enjoy the scenery and pour out your heart. The process that no one can solve implicitly shows the pain of depression without complaint and the disappointment that the ideal cannot be realized under the pressure of reality.
Holistic concept aesthetics
The outstanding feature of this paper is to integrate feelings into the scene, which has implicit significance. At the beginning, it shows the harmonious music of gurgling streams and melodious birds singing, which should give people comfort and joy; However, cicadas cry sadly, streams are soft, mosquitoes fly around, and insects and birds don't know my heart; Because of fatigue, I slept well, and everything in my dream was also a dead relative. When I woke up, I was "in tears"; Will be full of desire to appeal to heaven and earth, in exchange for the sunset crow, Xiao Suo still, farmers hoe the ground, no attachments. At this time, this scene, this heart, gives readers a feeling of singing.