Idioms indicating the description of recitation:
Toward the end of the day, one recites the scriptures and the history - scriptures: the books that were regarded as classics in the olden days; history: the books of history. Chanting the scriptures and history from day to day. Describe the diligent study.
The recitation of the book is endless--Transmission: circulation; recitation: recitation. It refers to the long-term recitation of the book for generations to come.
The number of rows and lines of ink - rows and lines of ink: read line by line; ink: read word by word. It refers to the fact that one can only recite the words and sentences, but cannot understand the meaning and reasoning. It also refers to working exclusively on words.
Family recitation - the family recited.
Family Recitation - the recitation of words in a family.
Luang Luang - Luang Luang: the sound of jade and stone hitting each other, which is a metaphor for the sound of loud reading. It refers to the skillful and smooth reading. It also refers to the popularity of the language, which is easy to recite orally.
朗朗上口--refers to the loud and smooth sound when reciting poetry.
暮史朝经--History: refers to history books; Jing: refers to the books that were regarded as classics in the old days. Recite the scriptures and history from day to night. It describes diligent study.
Recite five cars a day - recite a lot of books a day. Five cars, describing a lot of books.
Counting Ink and Seeking Lines - Counting Ink: reading word by word; Seeking Lines: reading line by line. It refers to the fact that one can only recite the words and sentences, but not understand the meaning and reasoning. It also refers to specializing in words.
Seeking lines and counting ink - Seeking lines: reading line by line; Counting ink: reading word by word. It means that you can only recite the words and sentences, but you cannot understand the meaning of the words. It also refers to working exclusively on words.
Follow the line and count the ink - Follow the line: read line by line; count the ink: read word by word. It refers to the fact that one can only recite the words and sentences, but cannot understand the meaning and reasoning. It also refers to working exclusively on words.
I can't remember how many nights have slipped between my fingers as I flipped through the paper; I can't remember how many candles have turned to ashes in my gaze.
The dead are as good as the dead, I will always hear the sound of their commitment to life, I feel the flow of the years in the gradual dilution of my youthful ignorance, I would like to be a fully wound clock, in the non-stop flow of day and night to leave their own fulfillment of every moment. 2, if human beings do not properly protect us on the survival of the earth, one day, sandstorms and the accumulation of garbage will engulf our beautiful home.
I appeal to people all over the world: let us start now, from me, hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder *** with the protection and construction of our homes it! 3, as the saying goes, "the sea of learning is endless". We are like a group of fish in the vast sea of knowledge jumping, playing, in the sea of knowledge, birth, growth, life.
We can not leave this life-sustaining "seawater", if we jump out of the "sea", to "land" to live, we will be mercilessly The "sun" is dead. 4. How can the delicate flowers on the mountain beat her beautiful face? The clear stream in the mountains, how to compare her pure heart? 5, I tugged on the dress of the spring girl, the spring girl brought me to the green world.
6, I put the paper spread on the desk, hate to knock a gong, called everyone to see me this glorious score. 7, "up and down five thousand years, the dragon's see the fire is not extinguished; ancient Yugongzhi, but now from the beginning of the more ...... "Standing on the threshold of the new century, our pursuit is to make the motherland's brilliant joy flying in the beautiful tomorrow... ... 8, beautiful is ordinary, ordinary so that you do not feel her existence; beautiful is bland, bland only warm memories; beautiful and calm, calm only you take great pains to stir up her ripples.
9, the heart is a tree, love and hope of the roots must be rooted in the soil, wisdom and emotion of the branches and leaves in the blue sky. Whether it is the wind and rain of the years to come, or rolling dust obscured the green leaves, it is always silent standing there waiting, and accept everything to come, neither arrogant, nor humble.
The heart is a tree, a story is carried by the wheel of the year; a return to the stage with the birds to meet; a collision so that it is dense and pliable; a scene of experience has created a broad mind. The heart is a tree, a single tree is not a forest.
Therefore, the tree and the tree both independent and linked, the heart and the heart both different and close.
11, looking at the long history, the examples of failure are numerous. Almost everyone does everything, may fail.
If you are afraid of failure, then you can only do nothing. Only by not being afraid of failure can you achieve success in your endeavors.
Between failure and success there is a difficult and tortuous process, which has been compared to a bridge. There are a lot of people in the past and present who have passed through this bridge to achieve success.
During the Spring and Autumn Period, King Goujian was not afraid of failure, and finally defeated the state of Wu; Mr. and Mrs. Curie were not afraid of failure, and finally discovered radium; Dr. Sun Yat-sen was more frustrated and more energetic, and finally overthrew the Qing Dynasty; Chinese **** people were not afraid of failure, and finally achieved the final victory. Visible, failure is not terrible, every setback as a new starting point, 10,000 miles from the mountains from the beginning, perseverance, redouble your efforts, then you will be able to reach the other side of the victory.
12, "a year in the spring", the age of the teenagers, is the spring of life, do not live up to the old man's love and gifts. Take action and sow your dreams!
See: Qu Yuan was banished and made "Li Sao"; Sima Qian was tortured by the palace and made the "Records of the Grand Historian"; Ouyang Xiu lost his father at the age of two and became a talent; Cao Xueqin family porridge and wrote a monumental "Dream of the Red Mansions"; the Yue Wang Goujian lying down on his back to taste the guts and snow to wash the shame of the country; Hanson was humiliated by the crotch and led a million men ...... They are in the battle with adversity to become a great man! They all became great men in the struggle with adversity! 14. Who says that people are separated by distant oceans, and who says that the heart and the mind have a strong embankment? Sixteen-year-old bird flying up to the sky, will always find a branch to land. 15, the book, a variety of books.
Book, hosting the fervent hope of mankind; book, contains a wealth of human understanding. Mention of books, there will be endless words ...... 16, once brilliant, once withered, this is your life until death? My dear mother-nature.
How many times, I ambushed on the ground, to listen to your heavy pulse sound; how many times, I stood in front of the mountain, to feel the vastness of the pine waves for thousands of years. Your grandeur, enough to let the Chinese nation take off; your selflessness, composed a touching song of the ancient magnificent.
17, the flowers of success open in ah hard-working branches, the bitter fruits of failure breeding in the hotbed of laziness. 18, the father for the son, is a towering mountain, and the son is just a stone, from the mountain, but do not understand the mountain.
Many of life's love code, is to be interpreted in detail, in the fertile soil of affection, to get the most beautiful fruit, only to look forward to that exist in the moment of the heart and the heart of the **** Ming, love and love the tacit understanding. 19, because of self-confidence, in yada yada yada, I rely on the tender legs, take the first step in life; because of self-confidence, I time and again will be the first prize certificate held high; because of self-confidence, I do not hesitate to cut off the long flowing hair, in the sports arena to show style ...... Thank you for self-confidence, which gives me a pair of wings, so that I am in the lightning and thunder! to fly, in the storm to fight life! 20 navigator compared to the tree as a guide to the direction of the street lamp, laborers compared to the tree as a rain umbrella, the poet compared to the tree as the pen of the elves, but I want to compare the tree to the teacher, it is for us to cover the umbrella, pointing out the direction of the street lamp, to open the golden key to the temple of knowledge.
21 books are like a ladder, it can lead people to the temple of culture; books as a key, it will help us open the window of wisdom of the soul; books as a boat, it will carry us to the sea of knowledge. 22 time is like a stream, it can beckon us to run to the sea of life; time as a flat boat, it will help us sail to the other side of the ideal; time is like a brush, it will point us to depict the picture of life.
23*** and the country ushered her in.
The naughty little star made a golden arc in the blue night sky, like a weaver throwing a brocade thread.
The winter night, a few naked stars poorly frozen, shivering almost hear the sound of their teeth cold to fight with each other.
The little stars swayed in the cold air, as if shivering with 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 of the Taibai Ocean, like someone carefully engineered away candles, quietly flickering appeared in the sky above.
High in the dark blue sky shone a star as bright and white as a diamond - the star of enlightenment.
It was a beautiful starry night, with not a single cloud in the sky, and a deep blue sky full of diamond-like stars.
The bright stars, like jewels, are 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, diagonally cascading to the southeast of the earth.
The stars in summer are like mischievous children, and they are very cute.
A few big 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, dancing up and down with the waves, appearing and disappearing.
The earliest star, the star of the beginning, twinkled in the 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 bright lamp hanging high in the sky.
Early in the morning, the blizzard stopped, but it was still a long time before dawn. A few remnants of the star secretly opened their eyes to peer at the snowy silver world.
Gradually, the stars closed their sleepy eyes and disappeared in the morning sky.
A good shooting star draws silver lines in the night sky, as if exploring the world's brightest future.
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 an eye-catching jewel adorned under a silver-gray canopy, spreading a crystal soft light, and everything on the earth is so elegant and secluded.
4. A beautiful article of good words and sentences and paragraphsOne sits behind a curtain of snow mist, listening to the sound of snow falling. The falling dead leaves were soon covered by the snow, as a grain of dust instantly disappeared, along with my memories, sinking together.
It seems that every winter is spent this way, curled up in their own warm cottage, pointing a curling lamp, listening to music, sipping steaming tea, reading a favorite book, looking out the window to slip through the wind, rain and snow, a year, a year, a year and a week. I would like to be perched in my own castle like this, quietly watching the years pass by like water. I don't know whether the traces of the years have been hung on my face, whether they have been engraved in my heart. I know that one day, my eyes will no longer be as clear as snowflakes. After many years of a heavy snow, whether it will remember the year that the woman behind the snow curtain, once the past, such as snow matters of the heart.
Lift your eyes and look at the pedestrians on the road, all in a hurry. The winter solstice has not yet arrived, the cold at the moment is not yet piercing, must be a person walking alone on the road, look at those who will fall not fall the remnants of the fall of the leaves, will feel a little desolate, will feel the warmth of the home, will involuntarily speed up the pace. The old poem, "The dog barks at the wood door, and the man returns home at night in the wind and snow" comes to mind again. When I think of this, I can't help but laugh, not at others, but at myself. Sitting in the house all day long, I was thinking nonsense, blurring the real and the unreal so much that I couldn't tell them apart, and many scenarios that I had obviously never experienced before and would never be realized, were inexplicably familiar and thrilling. It was as if wings were born in my heart, traveling through time and space, floating and fluttering, and flying through one journey after another for me. The original imagination can also be so real, can also be so ridiculous.
Suddenly remembered an old song many years ago: the emotions collected, so that memories leave a blank, forget the past that once had, and never, never say love again ...... like these simple old songs, just a few words will solve all the sadness. When the promise of the year, can be realized will have a few sentences? I don't know, and I can't prove it. Just know that it can no longer bring the slightest excitement or dizziness, such as fireworks blooming in the night sky, the beauty belongs to her only a moment, the gusty winds blowing away, the prosperity of the curtain, all return to nothing.
The moonlight and snow shadow shook the window, sprinkled on the window table, sprinkled on my forehead, moist my soul. Fingertips fluttering again, pouring out her loneliness. But it's a game and a dream, but the rules of such a game are impermanent, such a dream, see the other side of the shore, but can not swim across. This play is very wonderful, should be staged when staged, the curtain should fall when the curtain falls. This game is very helpless, from clear to fuzzy, from spring flowers to autumn dew. As the wind a wisp, snow a scene, random floating, do not know how the direction, do not know where the end.
5. Good words and good sentences excerptsThe tide like a charging team, drumming, shouting, desperately rushed to the beach.
The tide was a few feet high and came in a rush. The crazy tidal flood is full of frightening horror and inscrutable mystery.
The tidal wave, like a huge thunderstorm, rolled over the ground like an army of thousands of horses, and ran downstream amidst shouts and hisses. The tide was raging like a demon, churning foam, losing its equilibrium rhythm.
Rapids beat the rocks, ten miles of the coast at the same time golden bells ringing, clanging, very rhythmic. The spring tide is rising, 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 walls of the huge waves surging over, the formation is really like a thousand horses galloping to the enemy charge.
The mood, such as the spring breeze gently plucked the strings, such as the evening flowers down the soft waves. When the tide rises or falls, the sound of the rhythmic beat of the beach, like a mother patting the baby to sleep issued by the lullaby.
Agree It's that time of year again when the grass is yellow. The green mottled disappearance, only that dry light yellow gradually covered the human line of sight, is the end of life the most pliable after singing.
Like to see the fallen leaves fall to the scene on the dead grass, red blades, yellow grass stems, very distinctive beauty, looking at them, will recall the sunset round of the west, slowly falling down that kind of some bleak splendor, will recall the stone steps on the wind and candles of the white-haired old man hand in hand, calm and peaceful, a touch of warmth, that some of the touches. After the first winter wind and snow, they will disappear on the ground and return to rest in the arms of Mother Earth.
Waiting, after a long wait, the first gentle call of the spring breeze will wake up all their children and grandchildren. Like to see the grass green Jiangnan shore of the bright, depressed winter in their light laughter fled, how tender a stem of new green Oh, in the cracks, on the soil, bravely straighten their waist, in the first warm and cold wind and rain, inch by inch growth, a little bit of the embankment slope, the earth is stained, the blue sky under the light wind weaving out of the spring coat to cheer people up.
grass grass, step on it, with a hand to gently touch it, as if the baby's skin as delicate, a trace in the palm of the hand slipped through, a number of small life rhythms from the hand to the heart, can not help people not in the heart sighed: such a weak plant has such a tenacious life, hard to take the lead in responding to the spring winds, attracted the peach and willow, bees and butterflies, spring and bright colors. Like to see the grass in the summer, grass in the hot sun caress, all the beauty of life together with the release of the boundless green field, the colorful flowers set off brightly, the blue sky in the field of vision has become low, seems to bend the waist to condescend to be close to the grass.
This time in the grass is the most large and soft new bed, tempting us to give their bodies immensely comfortable to them, no more anxiety, no more worries, in the grass surrounded by the most relaxed dream. With our eyes closed, the aroma of grass clamoring in the sunlight surrounds our sense of smell.
How warm and good smell of a fragrance ah, no colorful flowers strong, no brand-name perfume elegant, is the kind of rice ripening fragrance, is the milk of cows and goats in the aroma, is the original fragrance of nature, is the smell of the earth, is the taste of the embrace of their own mother. Yes, grass, you are the original cattle, horses and sheep are the main food, through them, you transformed into white milk, delicious meat, warm fur, the power of the gallop, lifting up a nation and the country.
The sky is pale, the field is vast, the wind blows the grass to see cattle and sheep. The time is vast, as if to see a generation of male master Genghis Khan, whip whip horse leading thousands of iron horsemen, sweeping across the Eurasian continent, invincible.
Grass, creating a unique horseback hero. The grass on the ground is not far away from the original, and it is a year and a half old.
The wildfire cannot be eliminated, the spring breeze blows again. The soft grass, what exactly are you? It is our countless humble and weak life, right? We are ordinary grass people, but also can depict the spring, for the earth grooming, weak life united, but also can change the environment, create the world.
The familiar song in my heart, the gentle and melodious ringing: no flowers / no tree high / I am a small grass that no one knows / never lonely / never worry / you see my partner all over the end of the world ......
Reference: She gently smoothes the hair. She gently smoothed out the hair and gently wove a twisted braid. Her face is full of smiles, as if the heart full of love can never be loaded, overflowing to the mouth. Flow to the corner of the eye, weaving into the long. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a pair of braided hair. The sun kissed the long hair, like scattered on the gold dust, glittering with a fluttering light. Daughter obediently snuggled in her mother's arms, kept saying something, from time to time to tease the mother out of a heartfelt smile, sweet affection melted the winter cold, so that the sluggish winter scenery spinning out of the beauty of spring. * Snow fell in the evening, and then the night did not stop. The snowflakes were gentle and fell on a black-painted and mottled beehive. The bees are sleeping. Inside the delicate hexagonal hive, like secret letters sealed in wax. And like refined pellets of pure gold, treasured by a rich monarch. In fact, it is more valuable than gold, because bees are living things, with lives. Under the sky, their dreams are the sweetest, the south of the purple clouds, rape flowers, the north of the acacia, jujube flowers, mountain thorns Ke, a layer of thank you and a layer of open. But I don't know whether the snow can appear in the prosperous dreamland tonight. If there is a lovely bee quietly woke up in the sound of the snow beat, will smell a wisp of fragrance from the vault of heaven, holy and magical. Unfortunately no one is lucky enough to recover, the earthly flowers, have worn them out. * In the years of poverty, one can also feel certain profound happiness, like I often remember to add a bowl of hot white rice . I always remember adding a bowl of steaming hot white rice, pouring a spoonful of lard, a spoonful of soy sauce, sitting in front of the "Todaing" (the stone steps of the hall door) to savor the aroma of the lard mixed with rice, every grain of the rice is filled with the aroma of happiness. The happiness of life does not lie in one's environment, one's status, or one's enjoyment of material things, but in how one's heart corresponds to life. Therefore, happiness is not determined by external things. The poor have the happiness of the poor, the rich have their happiness, the powerful have their happiness, and the humble have their happiness. In life, everyone has laughter and tears; in life, everyone has happiness and sorrow. Clearwater River, painting in general: on the embankment, the grass is dense, in the sunshine to fight for green color; bank, a willow tree rows, soft branches hanging in the mirror like the river; the water, the small fish in groups, some swimming, some jumping, some stick to the bottom of the river, not moving; the river, the swallows flying, chirping, but also from time to time with the wings of the water. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The river on the prairie has a wild and quiet character. Whenever a heavy rainfall, the mountain flood, into the Bear River, at once, it is like a group of crazy galloping yellow fat horse, thousands of flying hooves struck the rumbling sound, in an unstoppable momentum towards the Jasper Lake. But if it is sunny for two days, the flood will immediately subside, and the grass will be like a sponge sucking up the dirt, showing a clear blue. The shallows of the flow of water on the net like a glazed white jade, revealing light yellow or light green pebbles underwater, every hundred meters there is a torrent washed out of the turquoise pool. From a distance, the Bear River looks like a silver belt decorated with a few dark green gems. ...... A small river in front of the door, said deep not deep, said shallow not shallow, is the mountain springs gathered into. Narrow place, gurgling, take a few stones, you can wade across; wide place, like a deep pool, crystal clear, clear to the bottom, both sides of the willow, green grass. The river, y yearning for a quiet lake. It rushed through the barrier of thousands of mountains, and finally came to this clear and quiet, beautiful and wide lake, in order to merge with her, so that the wide lake is even wider. The creek is beautiful! Clear, green, quiet and mesmerizing . From a distance it is so green, green like an emerald-colored ribbon; close to see it is so clear, clear to see the bottom of the river swimming fish and shrimp. At night, the curved crescent moon reflected in the clear and transparent river, is so beautiful, and so gentle. At this time the river is even more fascinating. The happiest is the river, almost like a lively girl, singing, jumping, rattling the roots of the old trees to reach over, beat the tawny cliffs, stepped on the beach of those stones, carefree running. From time to time, a fish jumped out of the river, making the river look more interesting, more innocent and lovely. The river is overflowing with spring water, with the remnants of ice from the upper reaches of the debris, happy flow. Each small eddy, is a piece of laughter, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, and the two banks of the tender green of early spring, flowing with a soft and cheerful sound, ah! Our school is like a big garden, how beautiful, how lovely, we thrive here. We walked into the classroom, only to see the window there constantly rolled into the fog, the classroom is 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. The campus has a fascinating four seasons: peach and willow green spring, flowers and leaves in the summer, maple red chrysanthemum incense in the fall, 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 fence, 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. Describe the good words and sentences of high mountains Good words High mountains 群山 qishan 荒山 slopes 山林 千山一碧 万山丛中 千姿百态 山石壮胆 山明水秀 山清水秀 山高树茂 谷下有谷 青山绿水 青海青山 峰上有峰 清逸秀丽 寸草不生聳立云霄 云雾缠缠 奇峰耸立 巍然屹屹 standing 山势雄伟 群山簇立 千山万岭 好句 The mountains exposed to the clouds seem to be islands like a cluster and a smear of suspensions. The mountains are like islands suspended in the open clouds. The surrounding mountains are like a colorful flower cloth. The mountain waves and peaks, layers upon layers. The mountains are black and pale without edges, and the cliffs are cut and axed like the sky and the earth. The undulating loess hills are like the waves of a great flood. The Dragon Head, 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. 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 Day Autumn High Heights Autumn Rain Autumn Season Autumn Wind Sleek Autumn Wind Sending Sharpness Dyeing of Layers of Forests Sky High and Cloudy Autumn Clouds and Winter Coming Chrysanthemums Ascending High Withered Branches and Failing Leaves Autumn Grasses Withered and Yellow Gui Flower Flower Fragrant Autumn Heat as Morning Mid-Autumn Moon Viewing Good Sentences Autumn's beauty is ripe - it is not as shy as spring, as frank as summer, and as introverted as winter. It is not as shy as spring, as open as summer, and 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. 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 and languid. Describe the good words and sentences of high mountains Good words High mountains 群山 qishan 荒山 hillside 山林 千山一碧 万山丛中 千姿百态 山石壮胆 山明水秀 山清水秀 山高树茂 谷下有谷谷 青山绿水 青海青山 峰上有峰 清逸秀丽 寸草不生聳立云霄 云雾缠绕 奇峰耸立 巍然屹立 山势雄伟 群山簇立 千山万岭 好句 The mountains exposed to the clouds seem to be like an island like a tuft of a smear of the suspension. The mountains are like islands suspended in the open clouds. The surrounding mountains are like a colorful flower cloth. The mountain waves and peaks, layers upon layers. The mountains are black and pale without edges, and the cliffs are cut and axed like the sky and the earth. The undulating loess hills are like the waves of a great flood. The Dragon Head, 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 is like a shy maiden, hidden, sunset, the afterglow across the light. Describe the tides of the good words and good sentences good paragraph Anonymous Good words sea tide sea wave 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 seated on the ground and rolled rushing and tumbling Thunderbolt river boiling waves ten thousand hectares sound like a golden drum Good sentences sea tide like a charging team, drumming, shouting, desperately rushing up the beach. The tide was several feet high, and it came in a rush. The crazy tidal flood is full of frightening horror and inscrutable mystery. The tidal wave, like a huge thunderstorm, rolled over the ground like an army of thousands of horses, and ran downstream amidst shouting and hissing. The tide was raging like a demon, churning foam, losing its equilibrium rhythm. Rapids beat the rocks, ten miles of the coast at the same time golden bells ringing, clanging, very rhythmic. The spring tide is rising, 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 walls of the huge waves surging over, the formation is really like a thousand horses galloping to the enemy charge. The mood, such as the spring breeze gently plucked the strings, such as the evening flowers down the soft waves. When the tide rises or falls, the sound of the rhythmic beat of the beach, like a mother patting the baby to sleep issued by the lullaby. Perfect Answer DR Answer Adoption Rate: 14.3% 2010-02-13 16:28 Evaluation Answer. (1) Words Describing Attitude Toward Learning Describing attitude toward learning diligent, hardworking, earnest, focused, drilling, down-to-earth, diligent, modest, well-intentioned, well-reading, studying hard, and being practical, not being ashamed of asking questions, striving for perfection, and getting to the bottom of the matter, not forgetting to eat, hand in hand, not releasing the book, such as a hunger, persistence, and not sticking to the rules (2) Words Concentrating on Learning Concentrate on learning, and be all ears, all ears. Xiaohong happened to be sitting facing the window, the afternoon sunlight on her round face, so that her cheeks are more rosy; her hand holding the pen resting on her cheeks, the open sockets of her eyes, the crystal eyes slowly swimming, plump chin slightly upward - this is whenever she came up with a more ingenious way to solve a math problem for the the familiar, beloved demeanor of her math teacher. Whenever I was doing my homework, the tip of my pen rustled as if the birds were singing to me, and as if encouraging me, "You have to be unafraid of difficulties and climb to the top." She stood up and answered so accurately, so naturally, so fluently, as if she had prepared for it. She recited in a subdued manner, with a beautiful, melodious tone of voice, and moved the seat. He, a naughty boy, reads too fast, chopping and snapping, as if frying peanuts. Juanjuan read the text in Mandarin, the voice is brittle, very good, even the sun also listened to the fascination, secretly from the window into the classroom, fell on her book, long unwilling to leave. I read the book greedily, like a hungry lamb breaking into a meadow of tender green grass. She dug into the vast sea of books, like a fish into the sea, forgetting the passage of time. He was barely able to get up his spirits and opened the book, and at first he felt that the lines of words were moving on it, like they were going to fly; then he felt that it was just a blur, like a nest of ants crawling on the paper. He buried his head again to write his homework, the house is quiet, only hear the sound of the pen on the paper rustling writing. The students sat in the classroom, listening intently to the teacher, like dozens of flowers in silence to bear the watering of the diligent gardener.