1, the sky gray misty, as if abandoned by the world's depressing 2, the sky gray misty, very cold, the grass lowered its head, the branches of the trees bent, raised his head, found that the dark clouds, I did not expect that the rain has been quietly down. 3, the scene in front of my eyes instantly in front of me to become bleak 。。。。. . The moonflower next to the wilting, powerless hitch on the side of the leaves, like a woman because of excessive grief and powerless to straighten up. I can't help but feel sorry for it as I look at it. Some cold, some cool, some helplessness, I walked alone in the dark night, some trembling, the body cowering, the new is also trembling, I can not see the road ahead, where to go, feel lost, chest some stuffy, I looked around, no one street seems cold, feel the whole world will give me up. Between the footsteps of uncertainty, tears have long been dripping ...... 4, the day is almost dark, the busy city will sleep again, so that this tired "body" to leave the hard work of the day, so that it sleep, accompanied by the people in the city into the dreamland. The curved moon in the sky is watching the city and the people in the city with deep affection, looking at the lights of the households gradually go out, it is quietly played in the bed "moon song"...... winter really can not find, because they are describing the scope of the happy, you might as well start in the "good words"! The first thing you should do is to look for some descriptions of the winter cold in the "Good Words". Then you can write the character's bleak mood, this can be your strong point Oh, can only help you with these
Sad SentencesSad Sentences
Sad_Word Explanation
Pinyin: shāng xīn
Explanation: 1.
Example sentence: Thinking of her late husband's corpse is not cold, her mother-in-law is so heartless and unsympathetic, the heartbroken Nikki red-faced anger, vowed to win the "heritage defense war".
Sentences describing the environment.
Sentences about the environment (countryside, snow, reeds):
The moon rose, and the yard was cool and clean, and the reeds, broken during the day, were moist and moist, just right for weaving mats. The woman sat in the middle of the courtyard, her fingers twisting the long, silky reeds. The reed brow is thin and fine, jumping in her arms.
How much reed land is there in Baiyangdian? I don't know. The first thing you need to know is how many reeds are produced each year. I don't know. I only know that every year when the reeds are yellow, the whole precipitation of the reed harvest, stacked up, in the square around the Baiyangdian, became a great wall of reeds. The women, in the courtyard, weave mats. How many mats have been made? In June, the water is full of precipitation, there are countless boats, transporting silver-white shiny mat export, soon, all over the city villages, all have a pattern and dense, and exquisite mat with. Everyone fought to buy: "Good mat, Baiyangdian mat!"
In 1937, spring and summer, the wing in the plains of the drought. In May, the bottom of the Hutuo River dried up, and the hot wind rolled with yellow sand, blowing dry the red willow that spread on the river bank. Trillium and other small flowers of various colors, open at night, and then scorched during the day. The peasants said, "Don't look so dry at the moment, it is sure to be a waterlogged year. However, until the beginning of June, there is no rain, from the Beiping, Baoding area of the buyers and sellers to go home to rest, the message of the Japanese invasion of North China to the countryside.
Farmers in Ziwu Township, Hebei Province, rested in the shade of a tree in the northern part of the dyke community in the middle of the day. Under a large elm tree at the corner of the dyke, two young women were spinning yarn in front of their arms. From their looks and clothes, they looked like sisters. The younger one was 16 or 17 years old, and the older one was only 27 or 28. The elder sister's face was a little yellow and thin, with some sadness in her eyes; however, too much hope, premature enthusiasm, has been in the younger sister's demeanor, fully revealed.
The leaves above their heads are motionless, the robin's call is anxious and harsh, and the rustling sticky insect shit, falling to the ground.
In the distance, there is a small car, in the middle of the tall and short, yellow and green crops, the red clay and the car feet flashed and flashed. Two big, raven-haired mules, running with their tails wagging in the hot, dry light of the midday sun.
"Push open the door and see, ho! What a big snow! Mountains, trees, houses, all covered with a thick layer of snow, ten thousand miles of rivers and mountains into a world of powder." Then, specifically write willow, pine and cypress has a characteristic view of the snow. First write the static beauty: "fall out of the leaves of the willow tree, hanging full of furry, shiny silver bars; winter and summer evergreen pine and cypress trees, piled up with fluffy, heavy snowballs." Then write the dynamic beauty: "a wind blew, the branches gently swaying, silver bars and snowballs rustling down, jade chip-like snow ender fluttering with the wind, reflecting the morning sun, showing a colorful rainbow."
Inadvertently, the window has drifted up snowflakes, late snow dense, in the gray sky fell sharply to the ground, the sky crossed countless lonely line, rotating with the wind, fluttering, as if from the fall of the willow flakes, a time to fill the sky.
As if the heavenly maiden scattered flowers, endless snowflakes from the depths of the dome of the sky drifting down, as fair fairies wearing white dresses, with a beautiful dance to all creatures, and then gently covered in the roof of the house, the tip of the grass, the leaves of the trees, in an instant, the original face of all things was the first snow since the winter was silently covered, and replaced by a thin layer of snow, a blink of an eye, the snowflake with a The power of nature embellished everything, will all become mysterious.
The snowflakes are getting denser and denser, and they are scattered endlessly in the air. The neighborhood is filled with countless like flowers like butterflies hexagonal elves, they silently moistened everything, with a slender magic wand will be the neighborhood dressed up, naughty elves unrestrained, joyful, surplus in the air interpretation of an excellent dance, perhaps in the Palace of Heaven stayed for a long time, they seem to the whole body's energy are released, rendering everything. Occasionally, a few snowflakes mischievously jumped high on the stainless steel shelves of the homes, and from time to time issued a crisp knocking sound, "ting ting ting ting ting," as if to create a little boom for the empty neighborhoods, however, the hexagonal shape of the delicate snowflakes, but quickly melted into droplets of water, clinging to the shelves washed clean by the snow, the The wind blew leisurely, shaking, but still refused to give up. The melted snow water, vaguely reflected a fresh world.
The snow began to get smaller. The plants are waving to the snow as if they are full of nutrients, thanking the snow for its gifts.
When I was a child, I often stayed alone by the river. At that time, the sky is always very blue, blue water is always reflected in the shadow of the geese flying north; green grass covered with white red flowers, white butterflies flying up and down in the bushes, dragonflies fell on the reeds in the distance, shocked down a string of dewdrops; look at the life of the happy and busy, my heart will also be full of happiness, drumming cheeks blowing the whistle made of reeds, "" Tick Tick "sound. The sound of "tic tic" will be carried far away on the river, scaring the noisy sparrows to be quiet for a while.
The first leaves brought the message of autumn, and the weather quickly cooled down. In the courtyard, red, yellow and yellow dead leaves fell all over the tile ditch; the wall waved a spring with a summer of dogwood is also downcast, the geese return in the late fall in the blue sky changing stand. At this time of the river, is the sea of rushes, white fluffy rushes look like dandelion flowers, but no dandelion's desperation, it will never abandon the reeds and go, but noiselessly top of the pattering autumn rain, facing the sullen autumn winds, let the White Dew, frost such a season in the side of the fly by. They also seem to know: a year old, not far from the spring, the green spirit will wake up.
This winter, I have been thousands of miles away from his hometown to study, I do not know whether the hometown of the reeds are well, the reeds have long been open, right? On the way to school, a clump of reeds outside the window flashed by, I actually think they are like a clump of scattered sad past, I know I will not see the hometown of the reeds for a long time.
I like green, I think it is a color of vitality. Because the hometown reeds have long been dissolved into my life, including the green water, the reed.
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The reeds will think
Recently returned to my hometown where I used to be "inserted and settled", once the boat, I saw the reeds swaying in the wind on the riverbank. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good look at this! Reeds, once considered a symbol of desolation. However, in my mind, these plants, which can be seen everywhere, represent beautiful and free life, and they have accompanied me through the difficult years.
Once upon a time, reeds were an important cash crop on Chongming Island. The whole body of the reed has economic value. The young reed roots buried in the ground can quench thirst and hunger, and can also be used as medicine. Reed leaves can be wrapped dumplings, reed leaves and glutinous rice synthesized odor, is the fragrance of dumplings. Reed flowers can be tied into reed broom, such a broom, the city people are still using. The most widely used, is the reed stalks, farmers with dexterous hands, they will be woven into reed curtains, reed mats, reed covered basket, baskets, dustpans, build a house, reed can be woven reed wall, weaving the roof. Many villagers used to make a living by weaving reeds, and the everlasting reeds gave the people of my hometown an additional way to live. When I was in Chongming, I used to work with farmers to study the use of underground biogas for cooking. To make biogas stoves, we also used reeds. We first dug holes in the ground, then gathered the reeds into bundles, connected one section to another, tied up a reed handle that was more than ten meters long, and slowly inserted it into the hole. The methane gas that was hidden deep underground would rise up to the ground along the gaps in the reed handle, and then accumulate in the earthen stove, and as soon as we struck a match, a blue flame would ignite in the mouth of the stove, adding a little bit of coziness to the poverty-stricken life. In my memory, this is an incomparably marvelous thing.
In the grueling "insertion" career, the reeds give me comfort unimaginable. I am a person who is obsessed with nature, and reeds, nature is a wonderful gift to mankind. In the fields that have been carefully cultivated by man, there are few wild plants in patches, with the exception of the reeds. No one seeding cultivation, they are self-generated, flourish, where there is soil, there is running water, where they spread green, depicting the resilience of life and colorful.
Spring and summer, they are like a group of green people, standing in the riverside riverside, I like to see them in the wind shaking posture, like to listen to them should be and the rustling of the river waves. And farmers with a stretcher from the middle of them, green reed leaves dust my clothes, brush my face, that is the nature of human intimacy. The most unforgettable is the scene of their blossoms, the summer is over, autumn is coming, the wind is cooler than one day, at this time, the riverside reeds have blossomed, that is a large bright silver, in the wind, the reeds shaking their silver head, in the embankment on both sides of the river to send out the deep clamor, from afar, as if the undulating waves, but also like the floating snow. What makes me unforgettable is the scene in the sunset, in the brilliant evening sunshine, the silver reeds turn into a golden red piece, as if the fire spreading with the wind, in the junction of the earth and the river and the sea burning. In winter, the reeds that have not been harvested are withered and scorched, and look disheveled in the wind and snow, adding a bit of depression to the earth. However, I know that the reeds are still alive, they will not die, in the frozen soil, there are frozen roots, there are cut asparagus. As long as the spring wind blows, they will be pink shoots, with bright green new leaves for mankind to report the message of spring. Winter's tail is still sweeping on the ground, asparagus is stubborn to break through the frost-covered land, in the cold wind proudly stretched out their tender limbs, proclaiming the defeat of winter, but also proclaimed that life once again overcame the harshness imposed on them by nature.
I once wrote a poem in my diary in which I compared myself to a reed. Pascal said, "Man is a thinking reed", a metaphor that is close to my heart. The reed is a metaphor for the smallness and fragility of human beings, but in fact, it can be interpreted in another sense: the patience and perseverance of human nature are exactly like the reed. In my poem, the reeds have thoughts, they face the deserted beach, face the flowing water, face the migratory birds coming from south to north, stretch out the wings of thought, flying in the free sky. I was in the countryside all the sadness and joy and longing, all through the reeds poured out.
I used to worry that with the development and progress of Chongming Island, the reeds on the island would gradually disappear. However, my worry is probably superfluous, as long as the soil and running water is still there, as long as the reeds on the mudflats are still there, no one can make these green lives extinct. My hometown, too, will appear to be vibrant because of the presence of reeds, and will always retain its natural beauty.
This time to Chongming, I specifically to the embankment to see the reeds. The reeds are still the same as back then, shaking their silver flowers in the autumn wind. That day at dusk, I gazed at the sunset gradually reflecting the red that a large reed, they are between heaven and earth waves undulating, like surging fire, rekindling the dream of my youth ......
Reeds drunk
The autumn of the southern water town, everywhere you can see a piece of reed, they grow in the riverside, the clear river water is like a A mirror, the reeds reflected in the water.
Walking to the edge of the reeds, it is drunk, body shaking, above the head of the spike like a knife, as if the autumn wind to sharpen it very sharp. Look at that look, like a drunken general, waving a big sword, high and mighty waved out.
A few clumps of not tall reeds, the white reeds, like translucent, they are about to taste a few spoons of wine, as if some of the slightly drunk, some of the leaves stick to the water, the reeds stand on the head, gently rocking, in the sunlight slightly glittering.
In the autumn wind, the reeds are drunk; I walked among them and was intoxicated.
The reeds in my hometown
My hometown is surrounded by mountains, and the reeds are everywhere. In the fall, the reeds open up and cover the hometown in a sea of flowers, which is very beautiful.
Most of the reeds in my hometown grow alongside the creek. They are thin and weak, and are herbaceous plants that like moisture and humidity. The reason for this is that the soil in my hometown is fertile and it rains a lot in the spring and fall, so the ripe roots of the reeds are all over the mountains. In March, the reeds in our hometown grow tender buds and roll their slender leaves toward the sun. In July and August, the reeds begin to bloom. There are milky white, there are slightly red, there are pink, there are reddish, by the creek, on the hillside everywhere seems to cover a layer of colorful velvet blanket general. Reed flower is not big, a little like fine cotton wool, it is very dense, can not see the obvious petals. Mature reed flowers are light and soft, and can float with the wind. Therefore, whenever the breeze blows, reed flowers will be full of the village around, rising and falling, falling and rising, swaying, very beautiful. At this time, the hometown is covered in a sea of flowers.
You see, in front of the house behind the house, from time to time, a few more reed flowers, and some floated into the house, fell on the table, chair, stove. Seeing these, the children will be busy chasing, pouncing, or blowing hard that will fall reed flowers. Whenever they had a little time, the old men would go and cut the reeds and use them to weave mats. They cut the reeds along the creeks and slopes, tied them into solid bundles, carried them on their shoulders, and carried them back to their homes. At this time, the reed flowers that had not been scattered swayed up and down with the old man's steady steps. Some of them will run into people's nostrils with the wind, making people sneeze vigorously. At home, thrown to the ground, "bang" a moment, will run up a cloud of flying flowers. The company's website is a professional website, which is not only a professional website, but also a professional website, which is a professional website, and a professional website.
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Hometown reed bush spring Mao
My home in the south of the water country, reed is the most common plant there. Confucius said: the wise man enjoys the water, the benevolent man loves the mountain. Undoubtedly reeds are the wise man. They are often green and full of the entire river, looking at them, often will be a magical cool and mysterious quiet convinced. The reeds and water plants in the swings are like the beautiful paintings of Lin Fengmian, dancing gracefully and elegantly in the water. The reeds are filled with red berries, green water plants, lightly shuttling swimming fish and soft, silky water snakes, which live their lives under the shelter of the reeds.
I love the dark green of the wind, and I feel that my life is in that water.
In March, when the grass grows in the south, the reeds timidly poke their heads out from under the tundra, and the pink reeds are tender and very pleasing to the eye. At that time, I would always and my friends wantonly pull reeds to play, angry grandfather in the riverbank jumping feet scolding, but unfortunately, legs are not nimble, can not take us. Now I think of it, it is really very shameful to those who died of reeds and the grandfather has passed away.
But the reeds do not care about this, within a few days, there will be new reeds from the river mud drilled out relentlessly, spreading more and more rich river bank. They are pulling hard, often a few days gone, the reeds will be brushed up to shoulder height, look around, the field of vision is full of dense growth of reeds, the breeze, the green ocean of reed leaves brushing sound, clear, simple, with the wind and the gentle aura of the water. The vast surface of the water nurtures the reeds, but not lonely, it also revels in the light dance of life.
1. The full moon gradually rises, her silver disk-like face, shedding a soft smile.
2. In the autumn wind, the reeds were drunk; I walked among them and was intoxicated.
3. The moon gradually rises, she is dressed in white gauze, skillful and kind, meek and generous. Her silver plate-like face, through the willow, leaving a gentle smile.
The rolling hills embedded in the sky, reflecting the glittering golden light under the light of the setting sun, seemingly magnificent, as if a beautiful picture.
The size of the icebergs in a thousand shapes and sizes, clean ice like the back of the tortoise cracked into a beautiful texture, but not cracked, the ice like a mirror as smooth and transparent, can light the human shadow.