2. The autumn rain is continuous, my thoughts are like smoke, the rain hits the leaves, and my heart rises slightly. Pick an autumn leaf, place your thoughts on distant relatives, light up your heart lamp with the light sorrow of missing, and illuminate the confused memory.
3. The autumn frost is cold, and the mountains, trees and maple leaves are dyed red, like the sunset glow reflecting the sky. The flaming maple leaves light up a memory of life, turn the coldness into melancholy softness, and let the lonely heart use the loneliness of years to gently erase the helplessness of life.
4. Autumn leaves are fluttering, just like butterflies flying, falling into colorful prosperity and fading the face of trees. Autumn leaves finally returned to the embrace of the earth with loneliness and unwillingness, ending a love affair with trees.
The autumn water is long, and you can see it through the faint spring mountain. What you can't forget is the dreamlike love, just like picking a missing fruit from an acacia tree, and the fragrant aroma lingers in your memory.
6. When the full moon sets, I shed cold sadness, and I drink every month with sadness. When will the full moon reunite? The silence of the moonlight in your heart seems to make you realize the artistic conception that "a mirror is not a stage". The full moon is not a mirror, so how do we understand the legend of "Rebirth"?
7. Autumn clouds are leisurely, lightly dancing with the romance of the season, gently floating in the clear autumn air, dyeing a face of autumn, and also gestating the expectation of autumn rain, pinning the thoughts of distant wanderers.
8. Looking at autumn, thinking about the leisurely season, I realized the Zen sound of "no tree bodhi" in my heart. The quietness of autumn makes my heart as quiet as a lotus. Feelings are like lotus flowers turning into long autumn wind and continuous autumn rain, like white clouds floating between heaven and earth, looking for ethereal and faint water clouds and swords. But my heart is like a lotus. Where is the water? Perhaps it is the obsession in my heart, such as the autumn sky, which blocks the warmth of the sun and casts a layer of rain and fog on my heart. Regardless of the wind and rain, autumn still makes my heart calm like a lotus. A broken heart is as quiet as a lotus, and it is the heart of life.
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Lyric prose is a kind of prose that pays attention to expressing the author's thoughts and feelings and expressing emotions. Although specific things are also described and portrayed, there is usually no plot that runs through the whole article. Or straightforward, or touching the scene, are generally full of deep poetic meaning.
Excellent lyric prose has sincere feelings and vivid language, and the author often uses symbols, metaphors and other means to put his thoughts in the image, so it has a strong artistic appeal.
It is similar to poetry in the way of reflecting life, but it is not as rhythmic as poetry. Mao Dun's Praise of Poplar and Wei Wei's Feelings of Parting are excellent works in China's contemporary lyric prose.