Good Words School School building Classroom Playground Runway Quiet Ruckus Noisy Clean Clean Tidy Joyful Playing Doing Exercise Stadium Athletic Field Athletic Field Green Quiet Quiet Vitality Vibrant Vitality Vibrantly Vibrantly Vibrantly Vibrantly Vibrantly Vibrantly Vibrantly Vibrantly Vibrantly Vibrantly Spring-colored Garden Sprinkled with sunshine People's voices are boisterous and the sound of books is loud and bustling Weeping willows are clinging to each other Wooden paths You are chasing after me Hilariously Laughing Environment is quiet and elegant Aroma overflowing Scenic scenery is fascinating Endeavor to be upward and thrive Thriving Three or five groups are lively and lively Our school is like a big garden, how beautiful, how lovely, we thrive here. When we walked into the classroom, the fog kept rolling in through the window, making the classroom look like a big steamer. Spring makes the earth new, spring gives the school full of spring color, spring gives us joy and hope, urging us to move forward. There are four charming seasons in the campus: the peach and willow green spring, the flowery and leafy summer, the maple red and chrysanthemum fragrant fall, and the pine green and snow white winter. The four dilapidated school buildings have disappeared, the brand-new classrooms and meeting rooms stand inside the barrier-like wall, and the small and exquisite communication room guards the west side of the gate. In the middle courtyard of the school there is a diamond-shaped goldfish pond, which has many small red goldfish, they are chasing and playing in the clear water. Describing the high mountains good words and sentences good paragraph anonymous good words high mountains group of mountains strange mountains barren mountain slopes mountain forest thousands of mountains a blue ten thousand mountains in the clusters of thousands of mountains thousands of forms mountain rocks bold mountains bright water mountains clear water mountains high trees lush valleys valley under the valley green mountain green water green sea green mountain peaks peaks on the peaks of the clear beautiful inch of grass shrugged the clouds clouds winding strange peaks towering towering towering mountains majestic group of mountains clusters of thousands of mountain mountains good sentence The exposed clouds of the group of mountains seem to be like an island like a cluster and a smear of the suspended ... . The surrounding mountains look like a colorful tapestry. Waves and peaks, layers upon layers. The mountains are dark and boundless, and the cliffs are cut like axes, standing up to the sky and the earth. The undulating loess hills are like the waves of a great flood. Longshan Mountain, like a large tomb towering in the night. The mountains on both sides of the gorge rise and fall so high that it makes you dizzy. The deep valleys were appallingly quiet and cold. The ravines were filled with snow, as high as the backs of the mountains, and became large squares of flat snow. The morning sun is shining, and the mountains like a shy girl, hidden, sunset, the remaining light across the light. Describing Autumn Good Words Good Sentences Good Paragraphs Anonymous Good Words Autumn Autumn Equinox Autumn Mid-Autumn Autumn Color Autumn Harvest Autumn Rain Autumn Fruit Autumn Frost Twilight Autumn Autumn Wild Early Autumn Late Autumn Golden Autumn Autumn Autumn High Heights Autumn Rain Golden Autumn Season Autumn Wind Sleek Autumn Breeze Sends Sharp Dyeing Densely Colored Forests Sky High and Cloudy Autumn Clouds and Winter Coming Chrysanthemums Denggao Dead Branches and Failing Leaves Autumn Grasses Withered and Yellow Gui Flower Flower Fragrant Autumn Heat like Morning Mid-Autumn Moon Viewing Good Sentences Autumn Beauty is Mature - It is not as shy as spring, as exposed as summer, and as introverted as winter. Autumn's beauty is mature - it is not as shy as spring, as open as summer, as introverted as winter. The beauty of autumn is sensible - it is not as charming as spring, as hot as summer, as subtle as winter. Autumn, the harvest season, the golden season - as lovely as spring, as passionate as summer, as charming as winter. Autumn sunshine is warm and quiet, the autumn wind in the Dong village is warm and gentle, the blue sky and white clouds are floating. The good words and sentences describing the mountains anonymous good words high mountains mountains group of mountains strange mountains barren mountain slopes mountain forest thousands of mountains a blue ten thousand mountains in the clusters of thousands of mountains thousands of forms mountain rocks bold mountains clear water mountains clear water mountains high trees lush valley valley green water green mountain green sea green mountain peaks peaks on the peaks of the clear and beautiful inch of grass shrugged the clouds clouds winding strange peaks towering towering towering mountains majestic mountains clusters of mountains thousands of mountain mountains good sentences the mountains exposed to the clouds seem like islands of clusters of a smear of suspended ... . The surrounding mountains look like a colorful tapestry. Waves and peaks, layers upon layers. The mountains are dark and boundless, and the cliffs are cut like axes, standing up to the sky and the earth. The undulating loess hills are like the waves of a great flood. Longshan Mountain, like a large tomb towering in the night. The mountains on both sides of the gorge rise and fall so high that it makes you dizzy. The deep valleys were appallingly quiet and cold. The ravines were filled with snow, as high as the backs of the mountains, and became large squares of flat snow. The morning sun is shining, and the mountains like a shy girl, hidden, sunset, the remaining light across the light. Describe the tides of the good words and sentences good paragraph anonymous good words tide sea wave tide ebb tide river tide night tide tide tide tide sound wind wild sea tsunami water and sky meet shocking waves waves beat the reef waves surging on the ground and rolled rushing rolled thundering thundering river boiling waves hectares sound like a golden drum water flying 亘如山齿 rushing clamor rumbles such as thunder in the air such as a fine rain good sentence tide like the charge of the team as, drumming, screaming, desperately rushing to the beach. The head of the tide was several feet high, and it came in a rush. The madness of the tide is full of frightening horror and profound mystery. The tidal wave, like a thundering sea, rolled over the ground like a thousand horses, and ran downstream amidst shouts and hisses. The tidal wave is as violent as a demon, tossing foam, losing the rhythm of equilibrium. The tidal wave beat the rocks, ten miles of the coast at the same time the golden bells ringing, clanging, very rhythmic. The spring tide rises, like the sound of pine waves in the hometown, like the voice of a mother calling her daughter. The dark green sea water, rolled up as high as the city walls of the huge waves rushing over, that formation is really like a thousand galloping horses charging towards the enemy. The sound of the tide is like the poetry of the sea, full of philosophy and revelation. The mood, such as the spring breeze gently plucked the strings, such as the evening flowers falling soft waves. That high tide or low tide, the sound of the rhythmic beat of the beach, like a mother patting the baby to sleep issued by the lullaby.
2. Cultural Journey2. These streams of clouds in the light of the setting sun, turned into a silver gray, an orange, a blood red, a reddish-red purple, like a beautiful nymph in the air shaking the colorful brocade.
3. The creek is as clear as a transparent blue silk, lying quietly in the bosom of the earth.
4. On the hillside, by the road, at the entrance of the village, the hazel leaves are all red, red like a ball of fire, and people's hearts are burning up.
5. Standing in the willow brushing the West Lake and look into the distance, only to see the lake's north, south and west are layers of rolling hills, a mountain green, a mountain green, a mountain, a mountain, a mountain, a mountain, a mountain, like a beautiful landscape painting.
6. The calm surface of the lake is like a large silver mirror.
7. The White Causeway on the east side of Lone Mountain and the Su Causeway on the southwest side are like two green ribbons floating gently on the blue water.
8. The clean water of the lake shakes the reflection of green islands and white clouds, as if it were a fairyland.
9. The lamps on the shore are reflected in the lake like countless silver snakes swimming.
10. The sky there is always so blue and translucent, as if the sapphire washed with water.
11. The shining lights in the harbor are like colorful fireworks splashing down on earth.
12. A string of bright headlights on the road is like a long river of glitter running endlessly.
13. Golden sunflowers, green poplars, purple and red trumpet flowers, and countless flowers and young grass, are like a handsome little girl wearing beautiful jewelry, look more vibrant.
14. The flowers bloomed more and more densely, more and more abundantly, and soon hung all over the branches. When you look closer, it seems to be a lively trumpet, which is blowing with vigor.
15. The stone is the book. You see, the stone layer by layer, not like a thick book?
16. Little dewdrops that shine like diamonds.
A little dewdrop as transparent as a crystal.
Little dewdrops as round as pearls.
17. West Lake is a pearl set in this paradise.
18. In Tibetan, Lhasa is the meaning of the Holy Land, then, this blue sky is the curtains of the Holy Land.
19. At night, the whole of Hong Kong becomes a sea of lights.
20. Hong Kong, really an incomparable bright "Pearl of the Orient".
3. Recommended poetic words and phrases1. The corners of the mouth hung a touch of evil smile, listening to the song left behind by the summer.
2. Even though the world always makes our vision blurry, the air around us is still silent, and a round of the rising sun rises from the east as always.
3, the world is like a deep river, towards the unclear, with memories and unknown emotions, and wandering ripples, constantly flowing through.
4, an ancient road, a thin horse, a traveler, the setting sun, dusk afterglow sprinkled with a thousand years of ancient road, the autumn wind is gradually rising, blowing grass blue even the sky, blowing up the traveler thought full of face.
5, a gaze through the waters of autumn, separated from the Naihe, drunken flowers late fall. A babble of light out of the dream, echoing in the room of the heart, obsessed with the delicate face of the moon. A wisp of green silk slipped down the finger, entangled in the love of death, love water soft.
6, the moon is silent as sand, many of these nights come, I like to be alone, standing quietly in the water pavilion side, look at the twilight sunset, looking at the night a little bit of diffusion, slowly shrouded in the curtain, sighing the myth of the creation of nature, the same place, in different times can be a thousand changes.
7, after the rain, the leaves are green and transparent. I can't bear to pick too much, but I feel that it is your incarnation, it is too cruel to pick.
8, after the rain, the camellia bloomed in a bewitching, azalea has been decadent, the time and distance of life is unbeatable. After the beautiful thank you, a day of spring light is difficult to find again.
9, one day, I will sing, in the wind and rain, hoarse throat; one day, I will dance, in the moonlight, fluttering posture; one day, I will be in pain, in the hot sun, into tears; one day, I will be laughing, in the mountains, stirring up the clouds.
10, with the heart to taste it, I saw the world's most beautiful notes, the beating melody in my mind rippling, as if falling in the water petals gently floating away.
11, listen with all your heart, there is always something in the music that will move us inadvertently. Xu, it is those who have not touched the sorrow; or those who have not remembered the pleasure of a long time.
12, a branch of the clear, but the dust rest. It is not a matter of publicity, respectable and lovely, the flower of the best. Summer months, when the lotus first opened, the evening contains and the dawn release, the heart of the light spit, the fragrance of the spouting of the Qingjie in a multitude of turquoise leaves, stars and dots through the smiling face.
13, a night of high winds withered blue trees, withered the memory of the vicissitudes of the wings. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. A person devoutly praying, short-lived.
14, the moon Shan Shan, star faint, a river ripples shy Ying, in the moment of meeting with you, I found the life of the eternal, the light of the star, soft luxury, all the poetry in the pursuit of that misty as smoke.
15, in the extreme hustle and bustle, alone smile alone calm is regrettable, falling flowers is beautiful, light book, light flowers, light fragrance.
16, once fragrant piece of land, happy flowers although long faded, leaving only the wind and rain blowing traces.
17, half a world of red dust, the edge of the edge, leaving a pool full of scars. The rain is late to fall, frost and snow, the pool water flood ice, has benefited from the bleakness of the month.
The shepherd boy came back to eat a full meal, already after dusk, he even straw raincoat is not off, lying in the moonlit night in the open ground to rest. There are scenes and feelings, characters and voices in the poem, and this vivid scene appears in our vision from far and near.
2. Word analysis. (1) "The grass is spread across the field for six or seven miles, and the flute makes the evening breeze sound three or four times."
The poem gives us a visual and auditory experience. When we look at the field, the grass is lush and green; when we listen to it, the flute sounds in the evening breeze. A "paved" word, the grass and grassland to give a person the feeling of calm and comfortable, expressed; a "get" word, but also showed a kind of interest in the wind flute sound intermittent, melodious floating and pastoral flute playing meaning, conveyed out.
The wide expanse of the pasture paved the way for a scene for the appearance of the shepherd boy, and the melodious sound of the flute makes us imagine the relaxed state of mind of the shepherd boy after a day's labor. The sound of the flute makes us imagine the relaxed state of mind of the shepherd boy after a long day's labor.
Of course, the "six or seven miles" and "three or four voices" here are not exact numbers, but only to highlight the vastness of the wilderness and the silence of the countryside in the evening. (2) "After returning to my home with a full meal, I do not take off my straw raincoat to lie in the moonlight."
The poet's pen turned and began to write the scene of the rest of the shepherd boy who had a full meal. The ground as a bed, the sky as a tent, hungry to eat, sleepy to sleep, unattached, free and easy image of the shepherd boy portrayed vividly.
There is no scene of family gathering, no scene of playfulness of the partners, the shepherd boy who has eaten his fill, even the straw raincoat does not take off, lying on the grass in the moonlit night. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at your body, and then you'll be able to see it. Is it like the scenery of the moonlit night, want to enjoy it? Looking up at the bright moon, what would the shepherd boy think in his heart? Or do not think of anything, fell asleep ...... poet seems to be only what he saw truthfully written down, but let us can not help but think about it.
The meadow, the sound of the flute, the moonlit night, the shepherd boy, like a tranquil ink painting, makes our mind feel peaceful. The poem "The Shepherd Boy" not only makes us feel the peace and quiet of the life of "working at sunrise and resting at sunset", but also lets us feel the uninhibited and natural relaxation of the shepherd boy's mind.
In the daytime, there are cows and flutes as friends, and in the evening, there is a clear wind and moon, which is like a life in a paradise. Of course, through the poem, we can also see the author's spiritual world of a pursuit of a state of life away from the hustle and bustle, a state of peace and happiness.
What I See is about a shepherd boy riding on the back of a yellow ox, his loud and clear song echoing in the forest. Suddenly, he wanted to catch the robin chirping in the tree, so he stopped singing immediately and stood under the tree without saying a word.
This poem is about the desire to catch cicadas.
This poem is about the scene the poet saw when he passed by Anren in a boat.
This poem is as simple as words, full of fun, showing the carefree two young fishermen full of childish behavior and behavior of only children's whimsical ideas. Here is what the author saw: a small fishing boat, there are two small children, they put away the Penny, stopped the oars.
There is also the author's realization: Oh, no wonder it is not raining they also opened the umbrella, the original is not to cover the rain, but want to use the umbrella to make the wind so that the boat forward ah! (1) "A fishing boat with two small children, collecting poles and stopping rowing, sitting in the boat."
This may be a scene that the poet found in an idle glance, of course, the two children soon caught his attention, why? Because they are sitting in the boat, but not rowing, the Penny put away, the oars also stopped there, this is not very strange? It can be seen that at this time, the author's mood is idle, but also more pleasant, so only noticed the two children's behavior. (2) "Strange life without rain are open umbrella, not to cover the head is to make the wind."
Here omitted the poet saw the two children umbrella thing, omitted the author's mind from the resulting doubts, and directly to the sinuses of the pleasure of writing out. It may be that the poet saw the children's unusual behavior, began to observe more seriously, thinking, of course, the result is a sudden realization: Oh, no wonder it is not raining they also opened the umbrella, the original is not to cover the rain, but want to use the umbrella to make the wind so that the boat to move forward ah! It is also possible to ask the two children directly, the child told him the reason.
In any case, knowing the reason, the author must have been dumbfounded, for the cleverness of the children, but also for their innocence and childishness, and then gladly put pen to paper, recorded this scene full of childish fun. Yang Wanli writes idyllic poems, very good at using children's childishness, to play the effect of the poetic situation.
His poem, "Staying at Xu Gong Dian in Xin Shi" (The hedges are sparse and the path is deep, and the flowers on the trees have not yet fallen into the shade. The children are in a hurry to chase the yellow butterflies, and they fly into the cauliflowers and find no place to go).
Two lines from a nap in the early summer (①Plums leave sour and soft teeth, and bananas share green and window screen). The day long sleep up no love, idle look at the children to catch willow flowers.
② pine shade half bow moss, occasionally want to read and lazy open. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley, and the second time I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley.)
You can refer to it.
The difference is that "Boat Past Anren" focuses directly on children, and the whole poem is about children's childish behavior.
Yang Wanli's love for children is overflowing, and he appreciates the cleverness and ingenuity of the two little children in their play. Of course, from this, we can also see the poet's childlike spirit.
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The oldest child is hoeing beans on the east side of the stream, and the middle child is weaving a chicken coop. The most important thing is that the little one is a rogue, and he is lying on his back, peeling the lotus flower.
The eaves of the straw hut are low and small, the green grass grows by the stream, and the drunken Wu dialect sounds gentle and beautiful--whose family's elderly parents have a head full of gray hair? The first child, bean field hoeing body in the east of the river, the second child, is busy weaving chicken coops. The most delightful thing is the mischievous demeanor of the youngest child, lying on the grass at the head of the stream--peeling and eating the freshly plucked lotus seedpods.
From the age of forty-three, he was not appointed for a long time, so he lived in Xinzhou, Jiangxi Province (now Shangrao, Jiangxi Province) for twenty years. Having lived in the countryside for a long time, the author gained a better understanding of rural life and had more contact with the peasants.
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The beauty of autumn is sensible - it is not as flirtatious as spring, as fiery as summer, as subtle as winter.
Autumn, the harvest season, the golden season - as lovely as spring, as passionate as summer, as charming as winter.
The sunshine of the golden autumn is warm and quiet, the autumn wind of the Dong village is warm and gentle, and the blue sky and white clouds are floating.
The mountains are exposed to the clouds as if they were islands, suspended in a cluster and a smear.
The surrounding mountains are like a colorful flower cloth.
The mountain waves and peaks are layered on top of each other.
The mountains are black and endless, and the cliffs are cut like a knife and an axe, and they stand on top of the sky.
The undulating loess hills are like the waves of a great flood.
The dragon hilltop, 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 you dizzy.
The deep valleys are appallingly quiet and gloomy.
The tide, like a charging procession, drummed and shouted and rushed desperately up the beach.
The tide was several feet high, and it came in a rush.
The madness of the tide is full of frightening horror and inscrutable mystery.
The tidal wave, like a huge thunder, rolls over the ground like an army of thousands of horses, and runs downstream in a shouting and hissing manner.
The tide was raging like a demon, tossing foam and losing its balanced rhythm.
Rapids beat the rocks, ten miles of the coast at the same time golden bells ringing, clanging, very rhythmic.
The spring tide rose, like the sound of pine waves back home, like the sound of a mother calling her daughter.
The dark green sea water, rolled up as high as the city walls of the huge waves rushing over, the formation is really like a thousand galloping horses charging towards the enemy.
The sound of the tide is like the poetry of the sea, full of philosophy and revelation.
The mood, such as the spring breeze gently plucked the strings, such as the twilight flowers floating down the soft waves.
The tide or low tide, the sound of the rhythmic beat of the beach, like a mother patting the baby to sleep issued by the lullaby.
The tide is like a charging team, drumming, shouting, desperately rushing to the beach.
The tide was a few feet high and came in a rush.
The madness of the tide is full of frightening horror and inscrutable mystery.
The tidal wave, like a huge thunder, rolls over the ground like an army of thousands of horses, and runs downstream in a shouting and hissing manner.
The tide was raging like a demon, tossing foam and losing its balanced rhythm.
Rapids beat the rocks, ten miles of the coast at the same time golden bells ringing, clanging, very rhythmic.
The spring tide rose, like the sound of pine waves back home, like the sound of a mother calling her daughter.
The dark green sea water, rolled up as high as the city walls of the huge waves rushing over, the formation is really like a thousand galloping horses charging towards the enemy.
The sound of the tide is like the poetry of the sea, full of philosophy and revelation.
The mood, such as the spring breeze gently plucked the strings, such as the twilight flowers floating down the soft waves.
When the tide rises or falls, the sound of the rhythmic beat of the beach, like a mother patting a baby to sleep issued by the lullaby.
6. 天目好词好句好段1 Some people go away and never come back, so waiting and hesitation is the most ruthless killer in this world.
2 In front of you I became very, very low, low to the dust. But my heart is fond of it, and flowers blossom from the dust. (Inscribed by Eileen Chang on the back of a photo given to Hu Lancheng)
3 Love, affection we have everything between us, but only no love.
4 If emotions and years can also be gently torn apart and thrown into the sea, then I would like to be silent at the bottom of the sea from now on. Your words, I love to hear, but do not understand, my silence, you would like to see, but do not understand.
5 Love, is never a thousand times a thing. I have never been abandoned, never hurt, how to understand the lover? Love, it turned out to be an experience, but I wish people long time you like those? What are the feelings?