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No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard. ? The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.
The mountain was empty and silent, and no one could be seen, only people's voices could be heard. The golden light of the setting sun went straight into the deep forest and shone on the moss in the dark.
Appreciate:
This poem depicts the quiet scenery of empty mountains and deep forests near Chai Lu in the evening. The beauty of poetry is that it is dynamic and static, local and global, fresh and natural, unpretentious. Put pen to paper to write about the lonely place of the empty mountain, and then smell it with Dan, attracting people's voices. The more empty the valley, the more empty it is; After human language, the more empty it is. Finally, write some reflections of the sunset.
More and more dark feelings. The first two sentences are quiet because of sound and move because of sound; The last two sentences are written deeply, with the color of light. The scenery on the mountain will change from time to time because of dusk and wind and rain. This poem chooses the scenery in the evening as the description object. At this time, the sunset shone back into the depths of the forest, and some light fell on the moss. It's getting dark, all kinds of scenery in many-hued.
The contrast between light and shade is sharp. Not far away, the gloomy shadow cast on the ground gradually elongated; Deep in the Woods, it's quiet because of the darkness. The best time for this kind of landscape is late summer and early autumn, and it must be sunny evening, so it can't rain all the time. The first perspective of this poem is deep in the forest. People's senses can't directly perceive the depths of the forest.
In the invisible imagination, this poem writes a kind of deep feeling with "infinity" and "mystery". And that affection is deepest in the sunset in late summer and early autumn. The second perspective point is moss. This scene is at the bottom of your eyes. You can observe its shape and distinguish its color.
Moss lives in dark and humid places. Its growth is the result of dense trees blocking the sun, but now it is in the sunset. These two perspectives are combined and reflect each other, which makes poetic truth and reality coexist.