Five good words:
Strong, indomitable, indomitable, loyal, loyal, loyal to each other
Five good sentences:
1. We are like a needle on the surface, constantly turning, one side of the turn, one side of the time to watch the time rush away, but can not do anything about it.
2, perhaps, the most beautiful thing is not to keep the time, but to keep the memory, such as the feeling of the first acquaintance, even if an inadvertent smile, is our most nostalgic story. I hope that the time, such as the first see.
3, time did not wait for me, is that you forgot to take me away, my left hand over the firefly, the right hand is ten years a long meditation.
4, when you really love the same thing when you will find language how fragile and powerless. Words and feelings are always separated.
5. I forgot which day of which month of which year I carved a face on which wall a face smiling and sadly gazing at me.
2. 5 good words and sentences1, finally for that a Jiangnan rain and smoke covered the world, after the Ronghua Xie, but a, mountains and rivers forever silent.
2, a thousand years of fame, a world to bury you, Linglong Jigen, ridiculous but no king's life. 3, phoenix tour on the phoenix platform, negative and go, a night of bitter waiting, from now on, Jiangnan Jiangbei, 10,000 miles of mourning.
4, lamenting the tears of the red face, the hero's death, the world of suffering. The mountains and rivers are forever silent, how can they be happy.
5, the wind is a finger of sand, old is a period of years.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in the world for a long time.
Some people do not need posture, can also achieve a stunning. 7, you have to remember, Rosewood is not extinguished, I have not gone.
8, who in the years long sigh. 9, Hanxiao pale, holding the prosperity of grief, bending the eyebrows, fated to become the past.
10, the first makeup of the red dust, mountains and rivers without boundaries. The initial face, crushing the nightmare impermanence, destiny.
11, Jiangnan bones, Tianshui into a blue, heavenly teach wish and body against. 12, the mountains and rivers arch, for the gentleman a smile .
13, such as the bumps in the world also have no regrets. 14, the past covered by the passing years, the white horse, hastily cast into a touch of grief.
15, that is covered by the years of flowering, all the white horses become blank. 16, faded from the wind, I still guard you on the other side of the shore.
17, those prosperous sadness into the past, please do not be disappointed, ordinary is for the most beautiful swing.
19, long song when crying, for those who can not fulfill the promise, for the life of the deepest love, and finally dispersed as smoke. 20, with you walking in the sky, see the flowers all over the place.
21, I am young, Shaohua tilted negative. 22, you have to remember, that year and that month, willow purple strings Luocheng East.
23, the vast expanse of a sword all save broken, where the prosperity of the song fall. 24, send you a song, do not ask the end of the song, people gathered and dispersed.
25, who will burn the smoke scattered, scattered the vertical and horizontal ties; listen to the string break, break that three thousand obsessions. 26, the wind is moist, tea smoke.
Revisit the old dream, the deceased has gone.
Years and years, in front of the flowers and the moon, a respectable wine. The only thing that I can hear is the jade chime, but the love is still there.
28, the jade bamboo had remembered the Phoenix tour, people do not see, the water empty flow. 29, he micro e799bee5baa6e79fa5e98193e58685e5aeb931333264623930 smiled, destroying himself in the loss of years.
30, can still not move to drink tea, step broken this one, blooming fireworks. 31, the red dust clamor flashy world instantly empty.
32, I'm not me, you turn around and walk away in Suzhou is not me. 33, a few sighs a few worlds of sadness and happiness laughable my life by me not day.
34, through the flow of years, dream back to the water's edge to see the fireworks bloom out of the full moon. 35, life in the world, like a white horse, suddenly.
However, I live a long life, but I can remember every word you say. 36, the fog dispersed, the dream woke up, I finally saw the real, that is, the silence of the end of a thousand sails.
37, the paper is somewhat worn, some fuzzy. But every outline, every trace, seems to be recorded across the thousands of years of thoughts.
38, the two ends of the life, we stand each other into the shore . 39, the fate of gathering and dispersing fate as water, carrying ten thousand feet of dust, just for a sentence, waiting for the next meeting.
40, hold the old, imprisoned time and space, all of a sudden to the end of the world 41, people can never see through the mirror, but I point to the smoke and clouds in the world for a thousand years, such as me in an instant. 42, meet a drunk is the former destiny, wind and rain scattered, floating where.
43, the illusion of a thousand two blank, an encounter, the end of the unforgettable. The main reason for this is the fact that it is not a good idea to have a good time, but it is a good idea to have a good time.
44, the world's wind and clouds out of my generation, into the world of years; the imperial map of domination talk about laughing, not win life a drunken. 45, to get that song is lost that rest, much sorrow and hatred is also long, today there is wine today drunk, tomorrow sad to tomorrow sad.
46, straight road lovesickness is no good, no harm melancholy is clear crazy. 47, see the sky and the earth, the sun and the moon, constant silence; green mountains and rivers, generations of continuous; like in my heart, you have never left, has never changed.
48, just like this, from now on the landscape do not meet. 49, people and days since the two empty, why forget each other, why laugh and why amazing.
50, both do not look back, why not forget. Since there is no fate, why vow.
Today all kinds of, like water without trace. Tomorrow night and night, you have been strangers.
51, there is a chance to meet, no chance to get together, the end of the world, but I wish to remember each other. Fortunate to know each other, not fortunate to keep each other, Canghai Mingyue, the sky is long.
52, see each other hate late, love each other too slow, in and out of let me dilemma Yuan over the far points, the edge over the gathering and dispersal, whether to turn back to be able to go ashore 53, the day cool, cool all the days of the end of the old ground, the vicissitudes of the world love crying, so hard to give up the heart of the empty, want to put can't be put The day dawned, illuminated the tears Tears dried up, the pillow land wandering 54, the heart of the faintly moving Naihe love themselves far away. Things are not, people are not, things are not, the past can not be traced 55, a small space-time, a vast sea of people, and you meet, do not lose and do not forget. 56, if I open first, whether the day is still the same as a long flow of water 57, perhaps the marriage of the past life may be the fate of the next life wrong to meet in this life to add a fruitless grudge 58, the human way of seawater is deep, not less than half of the lovesickness.
The sea is still endangered, and the love of the sea is not. 59, drunken eyes to see other people in pairs, 60, no one secretly play Acacia tears.
61, how to know the red silk wrong thousands of road with the different return to the snow to find the plum party began to rest back to the end of the day 62, chivalrous man do not light knot, beauty do not light alliance, afraid of its light for me to die. 63, people into each, today is not yesterday, autumn as the old, people empty thin 64, lamp shadow pulp sound in the sky is still cold, water is still cold, dreaming of silk and bamboo singing outside the building outside the mountains outside the building outside the mountains outside the people are not yet people are not yet geese word back early over the river of forgetfulness stroking the qin of the people tears full of shirt 65, Xiao Xiao Yang flower fall full of shoulder fall full of shoulders flute sound cold window shadow residual smoke wave paddle sound in the where is the river 66, you give me a drop of tears, I will see all the oceans in your heart 67, a year old a year, a day without a day, a fall and a day, a year old a year. A day without a day, an autumn and an autumn, a generation urging a generation a gathering and a parting, a joy and a sadness, a couch in a bed, a lifetime in a dream Finding a partner to know, he will be ours and ours will be that general acquaintance, blowing a bit of singing a bit of 68, I'd rather that we have never been together, I wish that we had never forgotten each other in the river and lake.
69, the dream of the jianghu, a hundred flowers bloom, people come and go, flourishing like a brocade. 70, began to miss, that once held in the hands of the cool years, as well as that piece of brilliant rivers and lakes.
-- and those who have loved and hated. 71, I'm on the other side of the river, watching over the once returned, returned hopelessly.
72, peacefully through a life of spring and fall. I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about.
73, the moroseness of the moonlight, the essence of music, everything is just a phantom, fleeting 74, no matter how fallen and pale .
3. 10 Good Words,5 Good SentencesThe fuzzy green grass, with the rolling topography of the terrain, reaches up to the sky, as if laying a thick blanket of velvet on the earth.
The grass is monotonous in front of the gorgeous flowers, and weak at the foot of the sky-high trees. However, although the hurricane can uproot the trees, the flowers scraped to pieces, but can not help rooted in the earth of the grass.
When the storm came, many crops, flowers, trees were blown by the wind and rain to the side, and grass firmly grasp the soil, head high, chest, like a fearless soldier.
Crops gray collapsed all twisted into a rope, the ground a step on a smoke.
All the way to the planting of sorghum, has grown taller than the head, green like a wall without end. The whole thing is neat and tidy, clean, bright and organized
4. 20 Good Sentences 5 Good SentencesGood Words:
bird's eye, mouse's footsteps
Jair's touch
Long Han, phoenix's daughter
shattered body, broken body
bleak wind, cold rain
subliminal
donkey's skill
pointing to the mulberry tree
< p> the fire of the kites, the color of the fire of the kites, the color of the fire of the kites.Iris
Farsightedness
A desperate attempt
A collage
Geese are dying and fish are sinking
Closed-moon shyness
Terminally ill
Difficulties in the morning
Drunkenness and dreaming
Nonsense
Mouths are full of words
Impartiality
Good Sentence:
The helplessness of life sometimes does not originate from the self, the mindless construction of others, that is a kind of misadventure.
Life is inherently contradictory, the distance between day and night, the cycle between spring, summer, autumn and winter, so there is a fussy favorite, so that the helplessness added to the joy of waiting.
Don't wander under the trees, don't brood in the rain, don't shed tears in the darkness. Look forward, do not look back, as long as you have the courage to face look up, you will find that the score of the haze is but a short rainy season! Look forward, there is a bright sky, will not make people feel at a loss.
Once thought, a helpless cry, then letter is all the vicissitudes of the world; a small setback, then letter is all the failures of life
Moonlight is quiet. The raindrops hit the hut, under the dim light, the mother closely sewed the traveler's jacket, suddenly, a cold wind squeezed into the window of the hut, the mother seems to be cold, with a strong tiredness cough a few times. I woke up in a dream, staring blankly at the lamp aged mother ......
The past is like a song, in the journey of life, although there have been ups and downs, there have been regrets, but did not lose the beauty of youth. Believe in yourself, hope is always there, let us remember the words: missed the sun, I do not cry, otherwise, I will miss the moon and stars.
Good paragraph:
The dusk of the late fall always comes very quickly, not yet wait for the mountain field is evaporated by the sunlight on the water dissipated. The sun set into the western mountains. So the arid wind in the valley, with its heavy coolness, drove the white mist to wander down the mountain; and the shadow of the mountain peaks, more quickly poured down on the villages, and the shadow grew thicker and thicker, and gradually blended with the night color, but soon it was again candled by the moon to a silvery grey color. (Feng Deying)
The bright moonlight adorned the night sky in spring, and also the earth. The night sky is like a boundless transparent sea, quiet, vast, and mysterious. The dense stars, like small sparks rippling in the sea water, flickered and throbbed with tiny points of light. The fields, the villages, the trees, in their ethereal sleep, were cloaked in a silver veil. The mountains, hidden, like clouds, and like islands in the sea, as if to summon the ships of the night voyage, from time to time flashed a little two points of reddish fire. (Wu Qiang)
5. excerpt (eight good words, five good sentences)1. life's helplessness, sometimes does not originate from the self, other people mindlessly built, that is a kind of mischance. Life is inherently contradictory, the distance between day and night, the cycle between spring, summer, autumn and winter, so there is a fussy favorite, so that the helplessness added to the joy of waiting.
2. A quiet night, I was alone, some empty, some desolate. Sitting under the stars, looking up at the beautiful sky, feeling real but by the unreal, flickering, seems to seem to still have some beating. The beauty of everything is always in the moment, as a "mirage", but also just a flash in a flash, when the sky becomes bright, and the stars have long since receded together ......
3. like the sea, regardless of the blue or light, regardless of calm or Waves, that undulation ripples, that silk fluctuation; like to listen to the sound of the sea, whether it is the waves hit the reef, or waves rolling, that soft, that surging; like to see the sea, no matter the mood is soothing or dull, no matter the weather is sunny or gloomy, that soothing, that relaxation of ......
4. Turn over the long yellowed pages, try to find the past left little by little footprints. Years ago, friends seem to now seem to have become strangers, in a hurry, so that the maintenance of this friendship for many years fade, can not find any sense of affinity, just occasionally encountered, faint smile, now can only be in the yellow pages to find the past those unforgettable, at least I can be the most cherished is today, because the most easy to pass is today, grasp today is to grasp the hope that minutes and seconds are just a moment, and the ride of the minutes and seconds are just a moment. Moments, and the minutes and seconds of the ride is called a day, the passage of time is often inadvertently, life a few times, youth is more precious, for our age of young people, youth has been less than twenty years, in the study of life we must rely on their own strength, driving their own boat to the other side of the shore of hope.
6. 25 good words and 5 good sentences1) Words describing the appearance of the characters
Tiger head and brain Eyebrows clear and beautiful Blushing white and tender Full of red
Full of silver hair Eye gleaming Eyes such as pools of fire eyes Thick eyebrows
Kind eyebrows Iron-chested Tall and sturdy Valiant Well-dressed
(2) Words describing the expression of the characters <
The boy's black tiger's head-like face had a pair of big, copper-bell eyes that were very spirited.
His eyebrows were sometimes tightly furrowed, forming a question mark between them; at other times they were pleasantly stretched, like an exclamation mark.
His red face shone like a ripe apple in September.
His ears were white and red, with well-defined whorls and well-proportioned outer and inner rings, like a carved work of art.
7. I need 5 good words, 5 good sentences, 5 good paragraphsWords: Footloose, tall, stout, valiant, well-dressed, vain, good-natured, aggressive, dejected, sad, listless, tearful
Sentences:
1. I have rarely felt fear when SARS was in progress, and there is something stronger than that that takes hold of a person.
2. But that night, I stood under the faucet with the cold water running, the water running over my skin, surfacing shivering coarse particles all at once, put on my cleanser, scrubbed my face all over the foam, and suddenly felt that it was the Grim Reaper touching my face.
3. My eyes opened wide at once, and my veins boomed in my neck.
4 I felt the veins, and it was the primal thing. To be alive is to be alive. In the midst of all the catastrophe, this warm throbbing is being alive.
5 They ate a pot, but also pour me a glass of white wine to put it on, talking about shooting a total solar eclipse in Xinjiang, heaven and earth black, only the center of the sun bright red a little bit, as bright as a diamond.
Good paragraph: "Man" is often ignored consciously or unconsciously, obscured by ignorance and prejudice, conceptualized, patterned, these thinking, buried under the unconscious. The unconscious is so deep that it is often invisible to others and blind to itself. In order to "see", one must open one's eyes from obscurity. This is the most difficult part, because the unconscious is myself, and like a stone, it has become a dam in my heart. In this book, I met these people. They are flowing, overflowing from the stone dam deep in my heart, hard preconceptions and patterns being washed over and over again, shaking and falling apart. This shaking is dangerous, but the very nature of thought is restlessness.
8. ExcerptsJuly, translucent blue sky, hanging fireball-like sun, clouds seem to be burned by the sun, also disappeared without a trace.
Spring with the flowers gone, summer cloaked in green leaves in the warm wind bouncing came. Early summer sunshine from the dense layers of branches and leaves down, the ground printed with the size of the copper coin sparkling spot.
The wind blew with a slight warmth, sending the cuckoo's call at times as it told us, "Spring has returned." The grass, reeds, and red, white, and purple wildflowers were steamed by the hot sun high in the sky, and the air was filled with a sweet, intoxicating scent.
In early summer, wildflowers of all colors bloom, red, purple, pink, yellow, like brilliant spots embroidered on a large green carpet; swarms of bees are busy in the flowers, sucking the stamens, diligently flying around. In the height of summer, it is so hot that even the dragonflies only dare to fly close to the shade of the trees, as if afraid of the sun hurt their wings.
There is not a cloud in the air, there is not a little wind, overhead a round of hot sun, all the trees are listless, lazy standing there. In the height of summer in July, there was not a cloud in the tile blue sky, the hot sun scorched the earth, the water in the river was scalding hot, and the soil in the ground was smoking.
The sun was blazing, and on both sides of the road, the ripe grains were bending over in the heat, heads down. Grasshoppers, numerous as blades of grass, chirped faintly and noisily in the fields of wheat and rye again, in the fields of wheat and rye, and in the reeds along the banks.
The sun is like a big, big ball of fire, the light is scorching, the highway is baked by the hot sun, the foot step down a string of white smoke. The weather is hot and muggy, and there is no wind, so the air seems to be frozen.
The whole city is like a burnt-out brick kiln, making people breathless. The dogs lay on the ground and spat out their bright red tongues, and the nostrils of the mules and horses were flared wide.
The hot umbrella of fire was high in the air, and the fish in the river did not dare to show the surface of the water, and the birds did not dare to fly out of the mountains and forests, and the dogs in the village just stretched out their tongues and panted endlessly. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the second time I saw it.
As soon as the sun came out, the ground has been on fire, some like clouds, like fog, like fog, gray gas, low floating in the air, so that people feel suffocated. It was a long drought in the summer, the hot sun baked the old loach in the field are turning white, the village side of the creek, the creek water a few inches lower, those exposed to the water surface of the stone, steeply larger.
The birds do not know where to hide; grass and trees are downcast, as if dying; only that the robin, can not stop in the branches of the broken high call; really broken gongs and drums in the hot sun shouting to support! The willows on the street looked like they were sick, their leaves hung with dust and rolled on their branches, and their branches didn't move at all.
Good Sentence The stars are like pearls in the sky, shining brightly. The star is a golden arc in the blue night sky, like a weaver throwing a brocade line.
The night of winter, a few naked stars poorly frozen, shivering almost hear their teeth cold to fight with the sound. The little stars swayed in the cold air, as if shivering from the cold.
The stars are full of feelings, like naughty children, in the childish, persistent gaze at the earth, as if with the bright eyes to tell a beautiful and moving myth. The star is like a candle that someone is carefully holding, quietly flickering in the sky above.
The dark blue sky shines with a bright white star like a diamond - the star of enlightenment. It was a beautiful starry night, with not a single floating cloud in the sky, and the deep blue sky was filled with diamond-like stars.
Bright crystal stars, like jewels, densely scattered all over the vast and boundless night sky. The milky white Milky Way, from the northwestern sky, across the middle of the sky, slanting down to the southeast of the earth.
The stars in summer are like mischievous children, and they are very cute. A few large and bright stars hanging in the night sky, as if the sky people with lanterns in the vastness of space patrol.
The stars are reflected in the rough sea, they dance up and down with the waves, appearing and disappearing. The earliest star of enlightenment appeared and twinkled up in this deep blue sky.
It was so big and bright that it was the only one in the whole vast sky, radiating an eye-catching light, like a lamp hanging high in the sky. Early in the morning, the snow stopped, but it was still a long time before the dawn.
A few of the remaining stars secretly opened their eyes and peered at the snow-white, silver-white world. Gradually, the stars closed their sleepy eyes and disappeared into the morning sky.
A good shooting star cuts silvery lines in the night sky, as if searching for the best future in the world. The stars were more numerous than ever, big and bright, they neither blinked nor twinkled, they were serene and peaceful.
What a cool, clear fall night it was! The stars are brighter and bigger ...... than ever, like a silver-gray canopy studded with eye-catching jewels, spreading a crystal soft light, and everything on the earth has become so elegant and secluded. Alpine group of mountains strange mountains barren mountain slopes mountain forests thousands of mountains a blue ten thousand mountains in the thicket of thousands of colors mountain rocks bold mountains bright water and water mountains clear water mountains high trees lush valley valley green mountain green water green sea green mountain peaks peaks on the peaks clear and beautiful inch of grass does not grow Shrinking cloudy sky clouds and mist winding strange peaks towering towering towering mountain majestic group of mountains tufts thousands of mountains mountains The mountains exposed to the cloud layer seems to be like an island like a tuft of a smear of suspended.
The surrounding mountains look like a colorful canvas. Waves and peaks, layers and layers of mountains.
The mountains are black and pale, with no edge, and the cliffs are cut like an axe and the sky is the top of the earth. The undulating loess hills are like the waves of a great flood.
The Dragon Hill, like a tomb towering in the night. The mountains on both sides of the gorge rise and fall straight up and down, so high that it makes people dizzy.
The deep valley is appallingly quiet and gloomy. The ravine was filled with snow, as high as the backs of the mountains, and became a great square of flat, snow-covered ground.
The morning sun is shining, and the mountain like a shy girl, hidden, sunset, the afterglow across the light. Standing here, it is strange, the mountains simply changed, their shape and in the plains or mid-levels look up very different, they become very stacked, messy, majestic and strange.
Looking up, the mountains are the sky, the sky is also the mountains, before and after the mountains, as if your nose can touch the mountains at any time. You can see a huge, misty peak rising in the distance, surrounded by dozens of small rocky peaks.
At a closer look, the peak looks like the Monkey King holding a golden rod in his hand.