I think your idea is very good. The prose emphasizes: firstly, there is artistic conception, secondly, there is literary talent, and the composition of artistic conception must be linked with the picture. Prose inherits the soul of poetry, and the soul of poetry, in a sense, is a painting, a convergent painting, or jumping, or abrupt, or scattered. This applies to montage. According to textual research, montage was acquired by foreigners who studied China's ancient poems. Take Li Bai's "Looking at Lushan Waterfall" as an example: "Rizhao incense burner is full of purple smoke. (Mountain view in front of you) Looking at the waterfall hanging in Qianchuan from a distance, (transfer of the picture) flying down the thousands of feet, (majestic waterfall) it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days. (sudden connection-montage). "
When we look at another poem by Li Bai, The Golden Elephant Sent to Xijing, Wei Ba, the montage technique is even more obvious.
The guests came from Chang 'an and returned to Chang 'an. (reason)
The wind blows my heart and hangs Xianyang trees in the west. (Suddenly, the momentum of poetry suddenly rises here and suddenly shifts. Montage)
This situation is outrageous. When shall we meet again?
I can't see you, even the mountains are full of smoke. (Another jump diagram, jump)
Poetry jumps when expressing meaning. Crossing a river is like jumping a stone, and prose expression is like crossing a bridge. Relatively coherent. Sometimes it is good to use poetry.
Taking my essay "Snow Willow in Jiangcheng" as an example, I used some montage techniques.
When the distant mountain just escaped from dusk, a ray of morning light reflected the ice flowers on the window in a colorful and hazy way. I stared at the coral-tree-like ice flowers, as if I had walked into the world wrapped in silver on the bank of Songhua River, as if I had walked into the silvery white dream I forgot on the glass window ... (screen transmission)
Ah! What a charming scenery it is! The sky is white, the earth is white, the rivers are white, the trees are white ... It seems that there is only exquisite silvery white in the sky.
Crystal silver, white and dazzling, my heart is so intoxicated, so intoxicated. ...
For a long time, the buzzing tram outside the window pulled me back from a heavy dream. (Back to reality)
I got up quietly and flew to the river together. When I got off the tram and turned the corner, the statue of the rower who was so enthusiastic about me on the river saw me from a distance. My heart sank when I looked at the river. Rows of yellow river trees poured into my eyes clearly, and even the scattered silvery white disappeared yesterday. A row of willows on the river bank passed me woodenly, and I fell into a whirlpool of disappointment. ...
"Comrade ... Comrade, take a color photo!" A sweet and crisp voice pulled me back from the whirlpool and back to the morning light like water; I can't help but stop. A girl wearing a lux down jacket, carrying a camera and wearing a shawl and long hair stood in front of me happily.
"Oh, no, there are no snow willows today."
"Oh, you have to wait for the snow willow. It's not every day! " With that, she looked at me straight and waited for a while and smiled.
"So ... when can I see the snow willow?"
"It is usually foggy to see the snow willow, and there are almost no people across the street. The fog buried the river and the willows on the bank, and the fog condensed on the trees and became a hanging tree. Look, this is the snow willow in Jiangcheng taken yesterday. " I was attracted by the fascinating world.
I can't help but breathe a sigh of relief after seeing the photos. Yesterday, just yesterday, what a good opportunity I missed!
"Come, take a picture of Jiang Xue! There will still be snow willows, and there will be many opportunities to see them all winter! "
Her words made me think: I was disappointed, but I also had new hope. I am looking forward to coming to Jiangcheng Jilin again in winter, a place that fascinates me!
I am looking forward to tomorrow-a silvery white dream. ...
Tell me what you think. If you add music (sometimes you can try it, of course, that's another means). If you use a few words directly in the article, the effect of making music will be good.
Jia Pingwa's "Into Shandong" is written like this. "The first time I entered Shandong, spring was happening, and I went out of Tongguan along the ancient huanghe road. There are several monks in the car-monks bring us close to ancient times-in a trance, and the scene of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period is still romantic. I went to Lu. The land of Lu is really fertile, and the characters are really elegant. Can the wolf, tiger and Qin people be accepted? (Insert Music) The heavy huqin came from the village with blue tiles and yellow walls, and the lingering sound, as well as the unknown river, winding in the dusk, filled with the fog that could not be melted in the wheat field. I heard the voice of' the deceased is like a husband' on the shore of Surabaya, from Confucius to the present. "
It's good to read yours after ten years. Good wishes!