You said that when you write prose, you like to add some montage-style pictures, so that the aesthetic feeling becomes natural.

I think your idea is very good. The prose emphasizes: the artistic conception comes first and then the literary talent. The composition of the artistic conception must be connected with the picture. Prose inherits the soul of poetry, and the soul of poetry, from a certain perspective, is the connection, jump, sudden connection, or misconnection of each picture. This uses the montage technique. According to research, montage was obtained by foreigners studying ancient Chinese poetry. Let's take Li Bai's "Wanglu Mountain Waterfall" as an example: "The sun shines on the incense burner and produces purple smoke. (Mountain scenery in front of you) Looking at the waterfall hanging in front of the river, (scene transition) flying down three thousand feet, (the waterfall is majestic) ) Suspected to be the Milky Way falling into the sky. (Sudden connection - montage)."

The montage technique is even more obvious when we look at another song by Li Bai, "Jinxiang Farewell to Wei Ba in Xijing".

The guest comes from Chang'an and returns to Chang'an. (Cause)

The strong wind blows my heart, and the Xianyang tree hangs in the west. (Sudden transition, the momentum of the poem suddenly picks up here, and it suddenly changes. Montage)

This feeling is inexplicable, when will we meet again?

I can’t see you, the mountains are covered with smoke. (Another jumping scene, jump cut)

When expressing meaning, poetry jumps. Just like skipping stones when crossing a river, prose is like crossing a bridge when expressing. Relatively coherent. Sometimes it is also good to use poetic techniques.

Take an essay of mine "Snow Willows in Jiangcheng" as an example, which uses some montage techniques.

When the distant mountains had just escaped from the dusk, a ray of morning light reflected the ice flowers on the window into colorful and hazy colors. I gazed at the coral tree-like icicle flowers, as if I had entered the silver-covered world of the Songhua River Embankment, as if I had entered my silver-white dream forgotten on the glass window... (Transfer of the picture)

Ah! What a charming scenery it is! The sky is white, the ground is white, the river is white, the trees are white... It seems that there is only exquisite silvery white in the sky.

The crystal silvery white color is so bright and dazzling that my heart is so intoxicated, so intoxicated...

For a while, the buzzing sound of the tram outside the window took me away. Pulled back from the deep dream. (Back to reality)

I quietly got up and flew towards the river in mind and body. (Jump to link) After getting off the tram and turning the corner, the statue of the oar swayer on the river, who was so interested in me, saw me from a distance. I looked toward the riverside, and my heart sank. Rows of pale yellow river trees clearly came into my sight, and even the sparse silvery white ones from yesterday were gone. A row of willow trees on the embankment passed by me numbly, and I was involved in the whirlpool of disappointment... (sudden transition from reality to mood)

"Comrade...comrade, take a picture Take a colorful photo!" A sweet and crisp voice pulled me back from the whirlpool and back to the watery morning light; I couldn't help but stop. A girl wearing a flaming red duck down jacket, holding a camera and combing her long shawl hair stood in front of me with a smile.

"Oh, no, there are no snow willows today."

"Ah, you have to wait for the snow willows. This doesn't happen every day!" As she said this, she looked He smiled at my dumbfounded look.

"Then... what kind of genius does it take to see the snow willow?"

"It was like a foggy day to see the snow willow. There were almost no people on the other side, and the fog buried the river. , buried the willows on the river embankment, and the fog condensed on the trees and became tree hangings. Look, this is the snowy willow in Jiangcheng taken yesterday. "I was immediately attracted by the fascinating world.

After seeing the photo, I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of disappointment. Yesterday, just yesterday, I missed such a wonderful opportunity!

"Come on, take a picture of the snowy scene on the riverside! There will still be snow willows, and there will be many opportunities to see them throughout the winter!"

Her words made me think: With disappointment, new hope has also emerged. I am looking forward to coming to Jilin, Jiangcheng in winter again - this place that fascinates me!

I am looking forward to tomorrow - a silver-white dream...

Let me tell you what you think. If we talk about adding music (sometimes you can try it, of course that is another method). If you use a few words directly in the article, the effect of producing music will also be good.

Jia Pingwa's "Enter Shandong" has this kind of writing. "The first time I entered Shandong, spring was happening. I left Tongguan and walked along the ancient Yellow River Road. There were several monks in the car - the monks brought us close to ancient times - in a trance, the events of the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods were still unfolding. I was there. The land of Lu is indeed fertile and the people are polite. Can the wolf-hugging Qin people be accepted? , and that unknown river, meandering back and forth in the dusk, filled with fog that was so thick that it could not be dissolved, I heard on the bank of Surabaya, " The voice of "the deceased is like a man" has been spoken from Confucius to the present.

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I watched your "Ten Years Later" and it was very good.

Best wishes!