2. Imitate the writing characteristics of Xiaoshitang and write about the scenery. Go west from the mountain 120 steps. Through the bamboo forest, you can hear the underwater sound, just like the sound of Yu Pei and Yuhuan colliding with each other hanging on your body. I like it very much. Cut down the bamboo and open a path, and you can see a small pool when you go down. The water in the pool is particularly clear. As the bottom of the pool, the whole stone clings to the shore, and some stones are rolled up to expose the water surface, forming various shapes of highlands, islands, uneven rocks and weird rocks in the water. Lush trees, green vines, covered, twisted, swaying, connected, uneven, floating in the wind. There are about 100 fish in the pond, and they all seem to float in the air without them. The sun shines down into the bottom of the pool, the fish's shadow is reflected on the stone, and the fish does not move; Suddenly he swam away again. Come and go briskly, as if laughing with tourists. Looking to the southwest of the pool, it twists and turns like the Big Dipper, bends like a snake crawling, flickering, appearing for a while, disappearing for a while, and vaguely ok. One is called Feng Yi, tangled. Some parts of the bottom of the stone rolled up above the water, as if floating in the air, close to the shore and islands, and could be seen vaguely. Going down, you can see a small pool with a bamboo forest in the middle. The whole stone is used as the bottom of the pool to form a highland in the water, and the shadow of the fish is reflected on the stone. Cutting down bamboo; Suddenly I swam away again, flickering. Because this place is too cold and cheerless, filled with sadness and crawling like a snake, it is quiet and deserted. The cross-strait situation is like a jagged tooth, surrounded by bamboo and wood. There were all kinds of shapes coming and going, so I wrote down the scene and left. (Fish Shadow) stood still. Lush trees, open up a path, covered, like hanging on Yu Pei.
I sat by the swimming pool. The sun shines directly into the bottom of the pool, cold and ancient, without dependence, connection and unevenness. There is Wu Ling, my brother Zong Xuan, and the sound of jade rings colliding with each other appears in an instant. Ivy walks west from the mountain 120 steps. The water in the pool is particularly clear, and the shore twists and turns like the Big Dipper. I like it very much.
There are about 100 fish in the pond, which makes people feel sad. The environment is deep and shaking.
People who visit with me can't see its source. There are two young people named Cui: one is to forgive yourself.
Looking to the southwest of the pool, the rugged rocks seem to amuse each other with the tourists. If you can't stay long, you can hear the sound of water, drift with the wind and disappear for a while. He came with us as a waiter.
3. Travel prose, it is best to imitate the writing of Xiaoshitang, and walk a hundred steps from the hill to the west. Through the bamboo forest, I heard the sound of water, just like the collision between Yuhuan and Yu Pei, which made my heart very happy.
Chopped bamboo, opened the road, went down and saw a small pool, and the water was particularly cold. A small pool with a whole stone bottom is close to the shore, and the bottom of the stone bends upward, exposing the water surface, becoming a highland in the water, an island, a rugged rock, and a small stone base with different shapes.
Lush trees, green vines, covered with twisted, swaying, uneven, fluttering in the wind. There are a hundred fish in the pond. It seems that they are all swimming in the air, and there is nothing to rely on.
The sun shines on the bottom of the water, and the shadow of the fish is reflected on the rocks at the bottom of the water, sometimes motionless; Sometimes it suddenly swims away. The appearance of brisk and agile communication seems to be playing with tourists.
Looking to the southwest of the pool, I saw the stream winding like the Big Dipper and winding like a snake. The terrain on both sides of the strait is as uneven as a dog's tooth, and it is impossible to know its source.
We sat by the pool, surrounded by bamboo and trees. It's quiet and empty. We feel sad, cold and deep, full of sadness. Because the environment here is too bleak to stay long, I wrote down this scene and left.
My friends are Wu Wuling and Gong Gu, and my brother Zong Xuan. He was accompanied by two young Cui Shi family members, one named Forgive yourself and the other named Feng Yi.
4. What kind of writing technique is used in Little Stone Pond? The first paragraph adopts the method of changing scenery, which is embodied by verbs such as "separate, smell, cut, take and see". The following "is based on the whole stone." For the Rock and the subsequent writing of fish and water are panoramic descriptions and close-ups, which are a combination of point and surface. At the same time, several "for" are also images of the bottom of the pool. Writing about fish "swimming in the air" is a kind of profile description, while writing about fish is a combination of static and dynamic. In the third paragraph, the place is written in the way of setting off the environment, and at the same time, a metaphor sentence "snake" is used. The fourth paragraph is about feelings and atmosphere. The whole article is full of emotions, seemingly writing scenes, but in fact it is written about inner depression and depression. In amusement, it is also a bubble.
Writing a composition (600 words) imitating Xiaoshitang is also about the scenery of our class. The light passes through the corridor and shines on the window. Through the window, the warm sunshine is projected on the neat desktop. Put the transparent pen cover vertically on it, and you can vaguely see a rainbow entering your eyes through the gap. Looking into the distance, several coconut trees "stand" in the soil. Looking back at the light, the original serious dark green has become thorough as jade.
Walking on the campus path, lush trees, some humble grass and flowers looking at the blue sky all bring a kind of silence and vitality to the campus. In class, you can still hear birds chirping outside the window and crickets chirping in the bushes. Sitting in the mushroom pavilion after class, watching small fish swim in irregular patterns, an ancient rockery, you can only take a bath when it rains.
I walked round and round, and the class was about to begin. I left the pavilion, walked to the classroom, and then sat quietly in my seat, waiting for the teacher to come. I don't know what's going on in my head. It suddenly occurred to me in class. I let go of what I was familiar with in primary school, but I was cut off when I missed it, and I returned to the "familiar" * * in junior high school. But the previous * * * does not necessarily represent the previous course, so it is back to the current classroom.