How to write landscapes in classical Chinese?

1, with prominent focus and appropriate details.

A good landscape writing composition often does not depend on how many landscapes you list in the article, nor does it depend on whether each landscape you choose can arouse readers' interest. However, no matter how many scenes you write, one must be the focus of the article. It can be described in descriptive language, and the characteristics of the scenery can also be outlined by line drawing, which leaves a deep impression on people.

There are three mistakes in writing landscape composition. First, write a "running account", just like some travel notes, which seem to write a lot of scenic spots, but each scenic spot is left aside, and one of them is not well selected for specific description; Second, although the scenery written has a background introduction or detailed description, it looks a bit like a dragonfly, and it will go around after touching it; Third, the details of the article are unreasonable. The introduction of the cause at the beginning is too long, but the middle part of the article is not well developed. 300 words have been written in the 600-word article, and the key points have not been written yet.

2. Highlight the specific features or characteristics of the landscape.

Here refers to the characteristics of the scenery, but also refers to the difference between writing this thing and other things. Only in this way can we leave a deep impression on readers, but there is still a premise here, that is, after grasping the characteristics of the scenery, we should make a specific description and not treat it lightly. In the process of description, we should make full use of rhetorical devices such as metaphor and personification. Accurately and accurately using rhetorical devices is helpful to write the scenery more vividly, truly and touching.

3. Scenes blend and the scenery is lyrical

A single description of scenery, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, can infect readers and leave them with beautiful psychological enjoyment. Therefore, while writing the scenery, the author should integrate his real feelings, so that readers can not only "see" the beautiful scenery in the article, but also feel the feelings and thoughts that the author wants to express. A single composition of scenery writing for the sake of scenery writing can't be a good article that makes readers feel emotional, which requires us to integrate our emotions naturally when writing articles and scenery writing, and express our emotions with the help of the description of scenery.

4. The activities of adults or animals should be written in the scene description.

If the scenery in a landscape composition is "static", then an excellent landscape composition can not be separated from "dynamic". The "movement" here includes the activities, play, frolicking and running of characters corresponding to the scenery, and the foraging and jumping of animals. When a landscape composition combines the activities of people and animals with the description of the scenery, it will give people a sense of intimacy. Therefore, when students describe the scenery, they can appropriately choose the activities of people and animals as a foil, and the article will become more readable.

essay

Remember Xiao Han?

All along, I think the four seasons are natural, and no one cares; At least outdoors, there is little experience indoors. All you can see is abstract symbols on the calendar. Therefore, only those who wander outside know the four seasons, at least those who walk outside every day. They don't rush about for other things, don't take shortcuts, don't take cars, calmly and freely walk through prosperity and excitement, and walk through silence and desolation. When there is no one, where there is no one, I yearn for such a life, even if it is only one day.

It was the first solar term of the year, and I took the bus to the end of the route, the edge of the city and the other side of the town. There is a newly-built residential area, and many houses are empty and not decorated. A house without doors and windows stands against the cold wind, without waiting inside, like a deep cave.

The newly planted turf in the square hasn't really been put together, and it's all frosted. White, a little thick. The same is true of trees. There are also several grotesque sculptures with a thin layer on them.

That's the edge of town. There is a dam on the river to separate the water surface from the downstream. The water flow on the river surface is very small, and only a few sporadic streams flow downstream through the dam surface. There are only a few streams on the river bed downstream, sometimes merging and sometimes separating, and hardworking people grow vegetables on them. Maybe it's too early, maybe it's too cold, no one grows vegetables on it, and no one walks on the road. I swam from downstream to upstream along the river bank, and I was the only one.

There is no one on the other side of the river. The sun shines on the river like scattered gold powder. The buildings on the shore are reflected on the river, the color is lighter, the shape is folded, and they swing in the water like a swing, which is a bit like a cold war. There is a bridge over the river. When there are no cars or people passing by, you can clearly see it on both sides of the river. Those old houses across the river still stand. There are traces of rain on the wall, and the street lamp at the bridge head is still on, leaving a golden halo in the ground for a week.

Holding the guardrail on the river bank, a coolness passed through the slate to the fingertips. One paragraph after another. I don't know how far I have gone. There are no boats on the river because the water is too small for them to float. It seems that I am the only one in such a big town.

Accustomed to crowded scenes, meeting someone is like entering a new world. The world once belonged to everyone, but now it belongs to me completely. I walked through the city I owned and forgot where I could go for a while.

After a long walk, the water in the river gradually became shallow and bottomed out. Several streams meander through the low channel of the river bed. Further on is a section of railway. The train came, roared past the bridge deck, and shook directly under the bridge. Everything was quiet when the train passed by. I saw a man standing on the bridge in the distance. In the morning light, the shadow dragged on for a long time until it reached the riverbed under the bridge. Is that a lonely person looking at the scenery on the railway alone, or is it an inspector walking on the road? In the vague sight, I saw it fade away and disappear on the horizon.

This town is very small, very small. No boundaries, no walls. I've been there all of a sudden. I'm not sure. I am afraid that the river coming from the other side, like me, will walk out of town from the other side.

The field of vision gradually widened. There is no end in sight, and there are only sporadic houses on the other side. The sun has risen, and there is a trace of warmth on my body. The cement road on the river bank disappeared and became flat sand and mud.

I don't know how far I walked, but I smelled smoke. Looking ahead, it's a fishing boat. Shallow on the riverbed, it has become a bungalow, from which strange dialect sounds come out.

There is a small bridge ahead. Look along the bridge, there are many houses opposite. This seems to be a small village. I don't know whose duck is on the road, on the bridge and on the riverbed, screaming at the top of my lungs, just like the old man with a cough laughing. They probably don't know cold, fatigue, troubles and worries. Always so happy.

Go ahead and see more people and more buildings. Between the buildings, I saw a small market. People there fiddled, groped and bargained with their red hands on the slender scale.

This is my slight cold. I walked outside all morning, all morning, or even most of the day. The world belongs to me when there is no one. When there are many people, I go home. So a person walking on the road, subconsciously with a little lonely. I don't know how long it has been, and I don't know how far it has gone. It seems that life has no beginning and no end. I don't know when it passed.