According to the classification of literary forms, there are four genres of works: novel, poetry, drama and prose, among which the contents of the three genres are quite distinct and can be judged at a glance. Prose covers a wide range, including essays, essays, language, fairy tales, travel notes, and feelings after reading. So almost all works that can't judge the genre can be classified as prose.
The original of "Ten Wonders"
In midsummer, my friend invited me to visit Du Shi. Living in the city for a long time, once you enter the mountains and rivers, you will have a feeling of life recovery.
After getting off the bus, we gave up the main road and chose a half-hidden and half-hidden path, winding to Dushi Crossing. The Juma River in the sunset generously sprinkled scattered golden jade to meet us.
Although there is no danger of "going to the sky", there is also the risk of taking a bath in Juma River. In a narrow place, you can only hold the rock against the wall with your hands. When the word "Dongpo Caotang" suddenly appeared in front of the rock wall, a stone thatched cottage embedded in the cliff jumped into view at the same time. The hut was held high by several stone steps, overlooking a winding river, and a clearing was carved along the mountain in front of the house. It was a yard! There is a mushroom-shaped pavilion on the right, with stone tables and stools. The brown thatch on the top of the pavilion hangs like tassels, linking reality with fairy tales. The designers of the thatched cottage are most wonderful about Chai Men and the fence on the edge of the courtyard. When approaching here, it means "my road is full of petals-I didn't clean it for others, my thatched cottage door has been closed-but now it is open for you".
When we boarded the pavilion again, the Bat Mountain in the distance had turned into a silhouette in the night, as if to spread its wings. Juma River sang with full voice when people couldn't see its appearance clearly! Occasionally, there are restless fish leaping//sounds, as if to strengthen the rhythm of this nocturne. At this time, I only felt that there was only water and me in the world, and even the evening breeze blowing from a distance occasionally was silent.
When I was gradually eroded by the solemnity and depth of the night and a new thought surged, a bonfire was lit on the beach on the other side, and the bright lights made the night restless. Around the bonfire, the figure is graceful and dances like a song. My friend said that college students from Beijing came here for the weekend together. Looking at the flickering lights and imagining the youth reflected by the bonfire is also an unexpected pleasure.