What are the proverbs and aphorisms of defamiliarization?

A view of "defamiliarization"-defamiliarization is a deviation from conventional common sense, which leads to strangeness in language understanding and feeling. In reading practice, we often encounter languages that seem to be inconsistent with grammatical norms and logic, but have strong artistic expression. These languages are not restricted and bound by the usual grammatical norms, giving people a novel and strong aesthetic stimulus. We call these languages "unfamiliar languages". It mainly appears in poems, novels and essays.

Defamiliarization in poetry;

When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost. (Wen Tingjun's "Walking in the Morning")

The morning bell is wet outside the clouds (Du Fu's "It's too wet to go ashore in the rain")

Spring breeze is as dexterous as scissors. First cut willow trees, then apricot trees. (Song Mei, "Dongcheng Yunjian Machayuan")

There are countless kinds of good things born. Who said scissors won the spring breeze? (Qing Jinnong's "Liu")

After the rain, the willow clouds are wet, and the wind comes to the bottom of the flower.

The moonlight is cool, the dream is broken, the chicken is white, and the maple smoke wakes the birds.

I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river, spinning tired songs for thousands of years. (Shu Ting's motherland, my dear motherland)

Defamiliarization in lyrics;

It's blue. I'm waiting for you. The moonlight is dizzy. "(Fang Gang's blue and white porcelain)

Defamiliarization in novels;

It's a pity that this face is filled with the wrong gender and actually grows on a man's horse, which gives a 37-year-old capable clerk a baby face that is not very reassuring! (Lu's Great Wall)

Their voices are very smooth, reminding the blind of the feeling when holding a bowl. (Yu Hua, "The Past Is Smoke")

A sail is kissing slowly in the distance, and I often hear a pigeon whistle, which glides gently across the bright sky and expresses my feelings. (He Liwei's "One Night for Three Days")

The puppy raised his shoulders barefoot and hurried along the Maple Yellow Mud Avenue. Fireflies wander around, hay and leaves fly low in the wind, dark rice fields swirl with mysterious undercurrents, and the dog's light body floats like an escaped fish. Moonlight floats like water. (Su Tong's escape at 1934)