1. The dazzling sunset is like a breeze passing over the jade lake and river.
2. A kingfisher suddenly flew out from among the willow trees, swept across the water and went to another bush. Its beautiful feathers took away everyone's attention.
3. The thunderstorm flashed across the fields and disappeared into the distance. The rainbow lazily put on her colorful coat and danced on the green hillside.
4. Gently passing by In the dim April sky, the green of the tree beside the city is shaking. The dawn sunshine fell happily, hitting the sleepy green leaves, and scattered all over the ground with a tinkling sound. The mottled gaps suddenly became lively.
5. Sometimes the willow silk brushes your cheek, sometimes it gently passes over your head and shoulders, coupled with the slight sound of the oar and the beautiful sound of the piano in the distance, it is so intoxicating. ah!
6. The red dragonfly flies lightly across the water in the lotus pond. They hovered leisurely, low or high, far or near. Suddenly, the dragonfly flew into the distance like an arrow from the string, but it would not fly too far, but quietly landed on the lotus leaf, on the tip of the grass. On the top, the soaring is silent, and the speed is slow and steady.
7. Lightning star: passing by like lightning and meteors. Metaphor of rapidity.
8. Looking at the passing scenery outside the window, I think God’s mercy is that He only lets us know how many times we have met, but does not tell us how many times we have missed it. Tao Lixia
9. Suddenly, their faces full of spring seemed to have suddenly passed by a Siberian cold current, and they suddenly became cold and severe.
10. Sitting quietly on the cold floor, listening to the wind blowing by the window, it feels like a child's sleepy talk, a lover's whisper, or a mother's warning before leaving. .
11. The willow leaves swept by the spring breeze are graceful and graceful in various shapes. I asked Chunfeng: "Chunfeng, why can you change the shape of the willow leaves?" She said, "Because I am a barber, helping the willow tree to make a new hairstyle." There is a saying: I don't know who cuts the thin leaves. In February The spring breeze is like scissors.
12. The spring breeze travels north and south like a magical paintbrush, passing through mountains, rivers and cities, adding bright colors to all living things and urban life.
13. The waves are jumping on the river surface, and the river is singing happily. From time to time, a few white gulls flew over the waves. The ships on the river are fully loaded with goods, making a roaring sound, and driving quickly, adding a lot of vitality to the vast river surface.
14. Standing on the broken bridge and looking forward, the sun shines on the lake, the blue waves are shining, and there are thousands of golden lights. Waterbirds sometimes fly over the blue sky and white clouds, and sometimes lightly caress the water. It is really a picturesque paradise on earth! The view is breathtaking.
15. The spring breeze is always so beautiful. It makes the spring girl look beautiful. As long as it blows over the grassland, the grass and flowers will open their smiling faces; as long as it passes over the tops of the willow trees, the willow buds will poke out their delicate heads; as long as it dances on the stream, the stream ice will melt, and the willow buds will melt. Ding dong dong, as if thanking it.
16. Spring puts a tooth on the branch of every tree, spring writes a song in every flower, spring writes happiness on everyone’s face, feel the embrace of spring, Feeling the green life of spring, tears of excitement slowly ran across my face. A great selection of paragraphs describing spring.
17. In the morning of early spring, I took a breath and a cloud of water vapor rose lightly. Stomp your feet, and you can hear the echo in the air. A gust of breeze blew from the woods not far across the way, passing over my face, making me feel a bit chilly, but also a little inexplicable excitement.
18. The grasshoppers in the fields are also singing, singing to the silent crops under the night sky. Occasionally, a cool night breeze blows through the trees and crops, making a rustling sound. The Grasshopper stopped singing and shuddered; the crops also stopped listening and shuddered. They all invariably had a premonition that the last moment was coming.
19. I love butterflies. I love that they have beautiful wings and are the messengers of spring given to us by nature. She was flying in the sky, stopping from time to time to touch the new flowers, like a kind relative of the flowers. Whenever she passes by, it feels like a drop of water has fallen into the lake, causing waves in my heart.
20. In the sky, the sun is scorching. Compared with before, the sun's rays are particularly dazzling. It can be said that there is no cloud in the sky. Occasionally, one or two birds fly by at high speed, as if they will be roasted in the next second. It's a really hot summer.
21. It’s close, it’s close, I can hear the footsteps of spring. The swallows are whispering, the wild geese are flying across the blue sky, and the gurgling water brings the message of spring. A touch of fresh green slipped out of nowhere, and then, as if promised, the trees sprouted new buds, green grass covered the hillside, and the attractive green was everywhere.
22. I like to listen to music alone. Put on your headphones, or turn on your speakers, adjust the volume, and close your eyes. There was darkness all around, as if in the chaos of ignorance. At this time, a wisp of singing floated, just like a breeze blowing in front of my eyes, passing by a white cloud, and passing by a spring rain.
23. Autumn is not my favorite season. It is not as vibrant as spring. It is not like the scorching sun in summer and the cold ice in winter. But sometimes there is a warm wind, which is different from the spring breeze. It contains the smell of fruit trees and the fragrance of flowers and plants, gently, gently passing through people's hearts.
24. The mission is that when the wild sand overflows the Populus euphratica, there is a spirit still stationed in the vast border; the mission is when the wind and rain pass by, there is still a kind of perseverance that remains on the face of the soldier; the mission is when safety is difficult to achieve Measure, there is a kind of hard work that will be at the forefront of the charge.
25. The early morning sun casts golden brilliance on the river, and a gust of wind blew by, splashing thousands of gold waves and forming small circles, like a spring girl plating a layer of gold on the river. It was shining, and occasionally a few swallows flew across the water, and ripples appeared on the river, which made me intoxicated.
26. The mountains and rivers are clear, the hometown is poetic, and I believe that the sky where pigeons fly is full of smiles. The Jiangnan style is as good as the South China Sea, and the story is full of stories about the long journey. The summer breeze blows slowly, the girl sings and laughs happily, the breeze blows through your hair, the swallows whisper, the oriole cries, the infinite beauty is recorded in the hurried steps of time.
27. As soon as September arrives, autumn comes. It sneaks in on a foggy dawn and disappears in the hot afternoon. It tiptoed over the top of the tree, dyeing a few leaves red, and then flew away in a cluster across the valley.
28. Spring puts a tooth on the branch of every tree, spring writes a song in every flower, spring writes happiness on everyone’s face, feel the embrace of spring, Feeling the green life of spring, tears of excitement slowly ran across my face.
29. I stood on tiptoes, raised my legs, and picked up the skipping rope with both hands. I heard the skipping sound as it hit the ground, and the colorful skipping rope passed over my head and flashed under my feet. And passing by, like a halo.
30. I stood in front of the watch shop waiting for him, and suddenly I felt a strange feeling in my heart. Was it shyness? Are you happy? I just felt like there was a sweet and cool wind passing through my heart.
31. It was a dark night, quiet and eerie, the wind outside was howling coldly, and from time to time you could hear the rustling of leaves in the wind. It was already midnight, and suddenly a black shadow passed by the window, But the silence outside was terrifying, as if the darkness was about to swallow everything. I didn’t dare to think too much and just looked forward to the arrival of dawn!
32. Sitting in a corner, close to the glass window, timidly looking down, running so fast, passing by the rapid hillsides, deep canyons, colorful autumn colors, green pine forests... faint The mist floats on the top of the mountain, like a dream of expectation. What I once really yearned for is now right in front of me.
33. In the golden autumn season, the fragrant sweet-scented osmanthus begins to bloom its life again.
A gust of wind passed by, and the sweet-scented osmanthus fell like golden butterflies one after another.
34. A group of birds chirped over our heads, a big bee landed on a golden winter jasmine, and beautiful butterflies were flying among the flowers. Spring is here, and they are busy living up to this great opportunity.
35. We can only know even part of the events that actually affect our future and our final destination. There are countless other big things that almost happened to us, if we call them big things. However, it passed by us without producing any actual effect. There is not even any light or shadow reflected back at our hearts to make us aware of their approach. Hawthorne
36. Stopped. A few frog calls were heard in the fields, and a group of returning geese passed by in the clouds. It's time for me to go home too. I gently shook my hand, and with a good mood and good memories, I brought back a sunset red suit.
37. On summer nights, bursts of fluttering breeze swept over from the northwest beach, gently turning up the clothes of night travelers, teasing withered leaves on the road, in the wilderness. There was a slight rustling sound.
38. The blue sky serves as the curtain, and the white clouds serve as the protagonists. Occasionally, a few skylarks pass by, leaving echoes of their chirping, which actually forms a colorful picture. Gives people an indescribably wonderful feeling.
39. At noon, the scorching sun is shining, the shadows turn blue, the weeds are sleeping in the heat, but the cold air passes under the dense leaves of the dense forest.
40. Autumn is ripe, with large tracts of golden color carrying the breath of life, the color of human hope, like a beautiful scroll spread in September, the light passing by, the original lush branches and leaves pouring out greenery , now yellow and heavy, the indescribable joyful song is long and eternal and no one can forget it.
41. When the insects chirp at night, playing the symphony of summer, when the breeze gently passes through the prosperity with her slender fingertips, watch the grass sway gently in the wind. When the moon loses its luster, the sky becomes a world of stars, shining alone in the quiet, dark night.
42. The temperature dropped gradually. For the first time, fog filled the small town, and some people played ball to warm up before going to work in the early morning. Occasionally, a ray of pale sunshine passed through the sky. Last weekend, the sky was gloomy and gloomy, with a little drizzle falling, and the cold bite on the skin became even more intense.
43. Strolling along Nanxun Old Street, you will find the river not far from your feet. Since it is a water town, there must be wind. The slightest breeze passing over the water surface makes crow's feet appear in the river water, which is very interesting.
44. There seems to be a sweet and cool wind passing through my heart!
45. The warm sunshine, I love it, because it gives me so much warmth. It is so common, and the trace of light and heat passing over my shoulders makes me full of love. breath.
46. The wind picked up, and it blew across my face. Its cold fingertips brushed through my hair, and I no longer felt the gentleness. A leaf fell on the palm of my hand. When I looked up, I suddenly found that the few leaves on the tree were crumbling. When I looked down, I saw scattered leaves lying around my feet. It turns out that winter is coming.
47. A strong cold wind passed over the top of the tree, and the forest that had slept for a night immediately woke up from its sleep, and then started quarreling with each other.
48. Uncle Xia left, and Aunt Qiu was busy putting beautiful and gorgeous gold clothes on the trees. Looking from a height, the woods are like a vast sea of ??gold. The autumn wind passed by, and the leaves fell one after another. Some danced like butterflies, and some spread their wings like orioles. The ground is covered with leaves, like a thick golden carpet.
49. A dragonfly buzzed past, like a small bomber making a low-altitude dive.
50. Spring is a season when all things come to life. The grass poked its head out from the ground, and the flowers competed with each other, showing off their beauty. The willow girl waved her arms by the river, and the swallows flew across the sky. There is a lively scene everywhere.
51. The wind passes through the water, leaving behind sparkling ripples; the sun passes through the clouds, leaving a trace of warmth; the years pass through the woods, leaving behind rings of growth rings. ...
52. However, I saw her lips moving, and her smile disappeared immediately from her face like the shadow of clouds passing over the fields after a summer rain.
53. In April, the flowers are blooming, the willow branches are graceful, the clear water conveys love, the mountains are verdant, and everything is filled with fragrance. In April, longing is like the wind, and the abundant spring breeze passes by, and the colorful season is tinged with a touch of sadness. My longing grows green in the spring light of April, beating with heartache that I cannot peel away.
54. The smile on her beautiful, round, healthy face is full of youthful brilliance and liveliness. Her eyes were lovely, looking out gently from under her lightly swept eyebrows. A smile passed over her expressive lips.
55. There are white snows with strange shapes on the beautiful sky. Cute little birds are always flying in the sky, chirping as if to say hello to the sky.
56. As the car approached Keukenhof, what passed by the car window was no longer the green grass, but the large and spectacular flower fields surrounding Keukenhof Park. The colorful tulips, hyacinths and other flowers are arranged in neat rows and stretch endlessly, like rainbows or sunsets falling from the sky, rendering a warm and coquettish color that is amazing. What a sea of ??flowers it is!
57. In the morning, I got up early in the morning. The sky was still gloomy, which was completely unexpected. Gray clouds passed by in large tracts, and the sky was pressed so low that you could almost touch it. The clear crashing sound of raindrops followed, followed by the sound of breaking like jade beads.
58. The affectionate sea opens its warm arms. White clouds came one after another, kissing the cheeks affectionately, and the erratic footsteps swept across the resting earth with the wind. A trace of nostalgia crept into my heart, and then disappeared.
59. She calmly adjusted her glasses and cast a sidelong glance at the people around her. Suddenly, a hint of pride that she "stands out from the crowd" flashed through her mind.
60. If I had a pair of wings, I would fly in the blue sky. The lush forests, emerald hillsides, and winding rivers would pass by from the corner of my eyes, and all the troubles would follow. The wind blowing on my face left.
61. In my memory, the skies over northern cities are gray and the skies over northern villages are smoky. The vast fields in the north are bare and unobstructed. The black land is covered with white snow or a layer of cold hoarfrost. The raging cold wind howls past all obstacles, seeming to sweep away everything in the world.
62. Youth is the spring breeze blowing against your face. What she brings is the revival of all things on the earth. As long as it is gently brushed, it will leave the beauty of rainbow-like seven-color light. The wind of youth is transparent. The indulgence and naughtiness of childhood have long passed. The wind is passing towards a goal, and she is pursuing perfection.
63. The little swallow sometimes skims over the water and sometimes flies into the sky.
64. If you look at it from the perspective of the moon, how amazing it should be. The satellites passing by it one by one are actually not more advanced than the last.
65. Dear teacher: Thank you for everything you have done for me with your hard work and sweat. Your perfect image will never be erased in the hearts of students. Hello teacher, dear teacher, although I don’t see you often, every time I think of you, a trace of warmth will pass through my heart. I wish you happiness every day!
66. When we look back at the past, our eyes will surely be like the sun, passing through the thorns along the way, passing over the face that is no longer young, passing through the dusty hair, illuminating the wind and frost. , re-illuminating every inch of the journey that contains ups and downs and hardships.
67. The icy wind blew past the skirt of my clothes and blew on my body. Maybe the gaze for thousands of years cannot compare to the regret in one thought after all! Xiao Ding
68. The wind sometimes passes over the top of the head and sometimes caresses the cheeks.
69. A smile flashed across the corner of his mouth, showing a nonchalant look.
70. Today is life and the only life you can know for sure. Use today to interest yourself in something, shake yourself awake, develop a hobby, let the wind of enthusiasm sweep over you, and live the day with high spirits. Carnegie
71. In the east wind, the drizzle of stars passing by my face is the fluff of spring. Zhu Ziqing
72. Birds fly across the fields from time to time, spreading warm advice to the children. Sometimes it flies across the water, splashing small "pearls" playfully. Sometimes I rush into the blue sky and fly with Sister Baiyun.
73. The cold wind blew mercilessly, leaving traces of passing on my face. The tree trunks on both sides of the road swayed in the wind, like the claws of a devil stretching out.
74. The sky is boundless, and a few fluffy white clouds gently pass by.
75. Sometimes the white clouds pass over the golden fields, spreading warm blessings to the rice; sometimes they play magic and turn into a burst of mist, coming to the threshold of Father Sun and brewing him a cup of sweet wine. Sweet fragrant tea; sometimes it floats to the home of Little Bird Sisters and plays hide and seek with them.
76. Countless memories passed through Alina's mind at the same time.
77. The cold current from Siberia often passes through this sea area with great force, rushing from the horizon to the embankment.
78. The cold wind passes by my ears and ruffles my hair. What is stirring? Is that the call of a jackdaw? Is it that trembling grass stem? Pulling a string in my heart, a trace of sourness brews and spreads in my heart...
79. When the first spring breeze of the new century passes by, Meilong is flourishing. hot land. The open Meilong will provide you with good opportunities for development both vertically and horizontally, and will create opportunities for you to work hard and create brilliant achievements.
80. Holding a piece of silver light, along with a breeze, the light and graceful fragrance of a petal floats to your window like a dream, passing between your eyebrows, and the thoughts fall to the ground.
81. In the boundless silence of the blood-red dusk, there is the sound of heavy footsteps, the sound of the evening wind blowing over the wheat tops, and the sound of my hoarse cry in the center of the cemetery. The fat owl who had been sleeping all day on the big canopy-like mulberry tree let out its first long and plaintive cry when it first opened its sleepy eyes.
82. All the endings have been written, and all the tears have started, but suddenly I forgot what a beginning it was. In that ancient summer that will never come back, no matter how I try to trace it, young you just pass by like a cloud shadow.
83. The ancient bagpipe blows over the leaves in autumn, and the leaves seem to be infected. You urge me, and I urge you, laughing, making trouble, and breaking away from the mother's arms. "We have grown up", the air was filled with Ye'er's happy shouts.
84. If you miss someone, it will become a breeze and gently pass by his side. Even if he can't feel it, this is all your efforts. Life is like this, everyone becomes the wind they miss.
85. The desert lake is as clear as a mirror, with fish swimming under the water, birds flying over the water, wind and grass blowing on the shore, and surrounded by sand dunes, full of poetic and picturesque scenery.
86. The east wind accompanies the catkins and blows across my cheeks, just like your gentleness nestling in my arms. The elegant body fragrance follows the words of love, letting the charm and romance drift down. Whispering softly, murmuring what is in my heart, I want you to be happy.
87. Dear teacher, although I can't see you, every time I think of you, a trace of warmth will pass through my heart.
Today I can only express my constant blessings to you through text messages on my mobile phone: Happy Teachers' Day!
88. The black helicopter flew across the sky of the small southern town like a giant bird, flying over the head of the young Lu Mingfei. The war hidden in history was about to begin!
89. The speeding car passed by us like a gust of wind.
90. The night is quiet, and my heart that misses you is blurred in the night sky; the wind breathes, and my heart is connected with my thoughts; my thoughts pass by, conveying the message of missing you; the morning dew is so clear, that is when my heart falls. grassland. Come on, I'll treat you right!
91. Whenever I open the door of the teaching building with the sound of the bell ringing for self-study next evening, I always raise my head to see if there is a bright moon in the deep and distant night sky, even if it is small. Just like a curved willow leaf, a hint of joy will pass through my heart.
92. The breeze blows over the heartstrings, touching the emotions; lovesickness grows vines, and every fiber is lingering; loving you is a kind of blue, and this heart can be learned from the sky; turning around and disappearing accidentally, even insomnia is sweet; My love for you is the only constant, embracing you everywhere.
93. The slightly trembling eyelashes are like delicate and fragile night moths. A thin layer of warm light covered her skin, making her look like a harmless little creature. The white flying catkins that were taken off fell into the air and were quickly blown away. It seemed that at the same time, something that did not touch the ground floated from Shintang's heart, passing by a soft wind.
94. Dear teacher: Thank you for everything you have done for me with your hard work and sweat. Your beautiful image will never be erased in the hearts of students. Hello teacher, dear teacher, although I don’t see you often, every time I think of you, a trace of warmth will pass through my heart. I wish you happiness every day!
95. Happiness will pass by and you can no longer express your love. Even a word of love needs to be timely. It only takes one second and my heart has become history. Why don’t I meet the acquaintance I love boldly and hug her? I want to kiss no matter what, don’t believe that there will be a next time, and how many seconds it takes to embrace the one I love.
96. A wasp crawled over my body and climbed onto the book at hand, passing over the sentence "Zhong Ni is not enough."
97. Suddenly, a group of playful birds passed overhead. Their spread feathers seemed to be dyed golden by autumn, making them dazzling. But some leaves are not withered and yellow. Green leaves are a miracle in a golden season! It felt like seeing Feishuang in June. The autumn rain fell lightly, floating like flower needles. I do like this kind of rain!
98. At this time, there were no birds flying over, and no animals galloping. Everything was silent, and a deathly silence enveloped the entire earth.
99. The slowly falling maple leaves are like longing, I light candles to warm the autumn at the end of the year, the aurora passes over the sky, the north wind passes by, missing your face, I burn my love into fallen leaves, but I can't change the familiar face.
100. My beautiful blessings pass through the radio waves, across mountains, across surging rivers, past high-rise buildings, and fly to you: I wish you a happy Teacher's Day!
101. My infatuation with you travels through the vast night sky, and your dreams are like a veil, slowly passing over my wrinkled forehead. The body temperatures blend with each other across the room, you are breathing evenly, and I am working in silence. Love, this is happiness.
102. Life is like a bird flying across the lake, leaving its feathers behind but no shadow.
103. This is an encounter between birds and fish. One is looking out of the water unintentionally, and the other is looking back inadvertently across the sky. Even if they occasionally intersect for a moment, they immediately become friends again. Divide east and west, the sky is high and the sea is vast, they will never meet.
104. The Mercedes-Benz car passed by us like a gust of wind.
105. Dear teacher, although I can’t see you, every time I think of you, a trace of warmth will pass through my heart.
106. Maybe it was late at night, and a breeze blew past my ears, cool but refreshing. My mother told me that when the wind blows, dawn is coming.
107. A fighter plane roared past low altitude.
108. The beautiful little swallows flew across the lake like a dragonfly on the water for a while, and flew into the distance like a bow and arrow from the string.
109. Teacher’s Day is here. At this time of year, I will remember to send you a sincere blessing. Even if it is just like a breeze, passing by your eyes, I will also I would like to leave you with a heartfelt message: My teacher’s kindness will be unforgettable and Happy Teacher’s Day!
110. A blue bird cheered and flew past the window, bringing music from heaven, falling in pieces, as crisp as pearls.
111. In the silence of the night, I count the stars for you alone; in the dim light, my thoughts are like the passing fireflies; my loving heart has been deeply locked by you; if you are tired and tired, you don’t want to wander anymore. Please come and give you my warm embrace!
112. All the endings have been written, all the tears have started, but suddenly I forgot what kind of beginning it was. In that ancient summer that will never come back, no matter how I go Pursuing your youth, you are just like a cloud shadow passing by, and your smiling face is very faint, gradually disappearing in the mountains after sunset. Then I opened the yellowed title page, and fate had bound it extremely poorly. With tears in my eyes, I After reading and re-reading, I have to admit that youth is a too hasty book.
113. When the breeze blows over the bright moon, when the breeze blows through the treetops, when the cold wind whistles across the treetops, have you ever heard any sounds?
114. The shadow of the goshawk passes by, and the wheat fields tremble. I become the interpreter of autumn. I return to the road, put on my hat and concentrate my thoughts, if the sky does not die.
115. The beautiful little swallows flitted across the lake like a dragonfly on the water, flew into the distance like a bow and arrow from the string, and stayed on the green lotus leaves.
116. The mountains are towering, and the majestic peaks overlook the wind and rain of history; the dusk is vast, and the wind and clouds pass by. The solid back has withstood hundreds of millions of years of vicissitudes of life.
117. The speeding car passed by us like a gust of wind.
118. Let me caress you with my words because my hands are as limp as an air jacket. Let my words pass through your hair and caress your back, and lightly scratch your belly because my words are like Hands that are as shaky as bricks ignore my will, and are determined not to fulfill my deepest desire. Let my words enter your heart. Let them hold the torch high. Please accept them happily as they enter your body, mind, and soul. My words will It can gently caress the depths of your heart.
119. My sister looked at the sky happily and sang a song leisurely. I really wanted to be like her, casually admiring the sky, green trees, and birds flying freely outside the window, but I was afraid, and I even huddled in a corner.
120. I am the petals that are beginning to wither. I will tremble whenever the breeze blows by. Even if I receive the slightest contempt from others, I will be in pain and just want to die. I always think that one day I will become a great person.