好词 校园 校舍 教室 操场 跑道 安静 喧 喧 喧 喧 喧杂 嘈杂 洁净 clean 整洁 欢乐 玩 玩 做操 athletic field athletics field 绿茵茵 静靜靜靜靜靜 生机勃勃 生机盎盎然 生机泼发 春色满园 sprinkled with sunshine 人声沸沸沸声 書声琅琅闹杭柳依依 林荫小道 你追我赶 欢声笑语 環境幽雅 清香四溢 景色迷人 奋发向上
We walked into the classroom and saw the fog rolling in from 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.
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 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. 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 valleys are 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 around us are like islands, suspended like islands.
The surrounding mountains are like a colorful flower cloth. The mountain waves and peaks, layers and 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 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 tumbling Thunderbolt Thunderbolt Roaming river boiling wave ten thousand hectares sound like a golden drum water splash flying 亘如山齿 奔腾叫嚣 rumbling sound like thunder air as fine rain Good sentences sea tide like the team of the charge, drumming, shouting, desperately rushed to 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 and 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 floating 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.
2. 200 words of good words and sentences excerpts1. Remember what to remember, forget what to forget. Change what can be changed, accept what can not be changed
2. Can wash away everything except tears, is time, to time to move feelings, the longer the time, the more faint the conflict, as if constantly diluted tea.
3. Complaints are the greatest offerings from heaven to mankind, and the most sincere part of human prayer
4. The price of wisdom is contradiction. It is life's joke on the outlook on life.
5. If the enemy makes you angry, it means you are not yet sure of victory over him.
6. If a friend makes you angry, it means you still care about his friendship.
7. Maybe some people are hateful, some people are mean. And when I set myself up to imagine him, I realized: he's even more pathetic than I am. So please forgive everyone you've ever met, good or bad
8. The fish said to the water that you can't see my tears because I'm in the water. The water said I can feel your tears because you are in my heart.
9. In the millions of people, meet the people you meet; in the millions of years, the endless wilderness of time, not a step earlier, not a step later, just happened to catch up
10. Everyone has the potential for energy, it is just easy: covered by habit, disoriented by time, inertia is worn out.
11. Life is short decades, do not leave yourself any regrets, want to laugh, want to laugh, want to cry, cry, the time to love, love, needless to repress themselves
12. Life, there are constantly people leaving or entering. So, see, can't see; remember, forget. In life, there are constantly getting and losing. So, the invisible, seen; forgotten, remembered. Yet, is the unseen, the same as the non-existent? The first thing you need to do is to get rid of all the things that you've been missing.
13. We do live a difficult life, one to withstand all kinds of external pressure, but also to face their own inner confusion. In the struggle, if someone to you to cast a glance of understanding, you will feel a kind of life warmth, perhaps only a brief glimpse, it is enough to make me feel excited.
14. I don't want to think about whether or not I can succeed, since I chose the far side, I only care about the wind and rain; I don't want to think about whether or not the cold wind and rain will come behind me, since the goal is the horizon, leaving the world can only be the back of the shadow.
15. Regret is a spirit-consuming emotion. Regret is a bigger loss than loss, a bigger mistake than mistake. So don't regret
16. Sunrise in the East China Sea and fall in the West China Mountain, sadness is also a day, joy is also a day; things do not drill the bull's-eye, people are also comfortable, the heart is also comfortable.
17. Happiness has to be accompanied by sadness, and there should be a clear sky after the rain. If the rain is still rain, if the sadness is still sad. Please let us face this parting after parting with ease. Smile and go looking for an unlikely you!
3. Beautiful sentence excerpts about 200 wordsCurved and twisted above the lotus pond, 弥望的是田田的叶子.
The leaves are very high out of the water, like the skirt of a dancer. Layers of leaves, in the middle of the child, sporadically dotted with some white flowers, there are curly open, there are shyly dozen of flowers; as a grain of pearl, and as the stars in the blue sky, and as just out of the bath of the beauty.
The breeze, sent a wisp of fragrance, as if the distant high building of the remote song. At this time, the leaves and flowers also have some trembling, like lightning, suddenly spread across the lotus pond.
The leaves are shoulder-to-shoulder next to each other, which is like a condensed blue wave marks. Underneath the leaves is a vein of running water, covered, can not see some color; but the leaves are more to see the style.
2 moonlight like running water, quietly cascading on the leaves and flowers. A thin green mist floats up in the lotus pond.
The leaves and flowers seemed as if they had been washed in buttermilk; and like a dream shrouded in a light veil. Though it was a full moon, there was a light cloud in the sky, so that it did not shine; but I thought it was just the right thing to do - a sound sleep is indispensable, and a nap has a special flavor.
The moonlight was shining through the trees, and the bushes on the high ground, falling into the mottled black shadows, seemed to be painted on the lotus leaves. The color of the moon in the pond was not uniform, but the light and shadow had a harmonious melody; like the famous song played on the Van Shui Ling.
3The four sides of the pond, near and far, high and low are trees, and the willow is the most. These trees surrounded the pond; only on the side of the path, there were a few gaps, as if for the moonlight.
The color of the trees is always gloomy, and at first glance it looks like a cloud of smoke; but the beauty of the willows is discernible even in the smoke. The tops of the trees are a band of distant mountains, only a little careless.
The cracks are also leaking a point or two of street light, not lively, is thirsty for sleeper's eyes. At this time the most lively, to count the trees on the sound of cicadas and frogs in the water; but the lively is theirs, I have nothing.
4 Suddenly remembered the picking of lotus. Lotus picking is an old custom in Jiangnan, which seems to have existed a long time ago, and it was prevalent in the Six Dynasties, which can be roughly known from the poems.
The lotus pickers are teenage women, they are swinging a boat, singing colorful songs to go. It goes without saying that there were many lotus pickers, and there were also people who watched the lotus picking.
It was a lively season and a season of flirtation. Liang Yuan Di "picking lotus fugue" said well: so the demon children and women, swinging boat heart talk: [beneficial bird] head Xu back, and pass the feather cup; Anchorage will move and algae hanging, the boat wants to move and Ping open.
In the vast sea, the wind gathers dark clouds. Between the clouds and the sea, the petrels fly proudly like black lightning.
For a moment its wings touched the waves, and for a moment it arrowed straight up into the clouds, and it cried out, - and in the brave cry of the bird the dark clouds heard joy. In this shout, full of longing for the storm! In this shout, the dark clouds feel the power of anger, the fire of passion, and the confidence of victory.
The seagulls moaned before the storm, scuttling above the sea, trying to hide their fear of the storm, in the depths of the sea. The sea-ducks, too, groaned, O sea-ducks, who could not enjoy the joys of life's battles; and the rumble of thunder terrified them.
The foolish penguins, cowering, hid their fat bodies under the cliffs ...... only the proud petrels, brave and free, flew above the foaming sea. The clouds grew darker and lower, pressing down upon the sea; the waves sang as they rushed into the air to meet the thunder.
The thunder roared, and the waves roared in angry foam, and fought with the wind. And behold, the gale clasped a heap of huge waves, and hurled them viciously against the cliffs, and dashed the great chunks of emerald into dust and mist and foam.
The sea-swift shrieked and soared, like black lightning, arrowing through the dark clouds. The wings scraped up the foam of the waves.
Behold, it flies like an elf - the high, black elf of the storm, - it laughs while it shrieks ...... It laughs at those dark clouds, it shrieks for joy and it shrieks high! This sensitive sprite, which had long heard sleepiness in the thunder's fury, was convinced that the clouds could not hide the sun,-yes, could not hide it! The wind was roaring ...... and the thunder was roaring ...... piles of dark clouds like green flames, burning on the bottomless sea. The first close contact with Guilin is in a drizzly morning, when I step out of Guilin North Station, it also means that this romantic encounter with Guilin has begun.
The weaving smoky rain constituted my first impression of Guilin, which I had been thinking about and longing for for several days. I believe that this is undoubtedly more beautiful, because, in the rain and fog of this small city, is bound to be more far away from the child's heart thumping.
A row of standing mountains in the morning rain and smoke in the hidden, a river and the fog shrouded in the mist above the water and milk, all of which, constitutes a dream picture, gracefully spread in front of the guests from afar.
She has the unparalleled environmental comfort of the world, there is no cold, nor see the heat, her weather is always in the interpretation of the two words - gentle. Her rainy days always come unexpectedly, come suddenly, but also come gladly, floating in the air among the raindrops as light as the willow flakes, floating down, kissing me this immature child.
Guilin's rain is like a naughty and educated little girl, and will give you a surprise when it comes, courteous, generous, sprinkled with a string of silver bells like laughter, but in the event that you don't realize it, and then left from your line of sight. But don't be sorry, because she brought the sunshine to you.
The sunshine after the rain is unbelievably lovely, and especially so in the small town of Guilin. It's sunshine, but it's also spilling through the clouds and through the mist.
The wetter the sunshine, the more gentle and cozy it seems. Guilin's climate is such that dreams and reality are intertwined, making it easy for you to enter sweet dreams and wake up happily from them.
The mountains are as gentle as the water, and the water is as delightful as the mountains, which is the landscape of Guilin, such as poetry and picturesque, such as a dream ...... Guilin in the corner of the South China, do not see the rolling mountains, but see the soft poetic peaks; do not see the ten thousand feet of the cliffs, but see the beautiful and playful stone walls. Guilin's mountains, not steep, but must be counted on the handsome, not craggy, but always be so playful.
You do not see, the two rivers meet that the head of the elephant standing for thousands of years, once aroused how many writers and artists pour their ink? Fubo Mountain under the Pearl Cave tells the moving story, once more.
4. good paragraph good sentence excerpts about 200 words, speed, thank you1. If the blackboard is the vast ocean, then the teacher is the sailor on the sea.
The moment the bell rings, you use the faculty whip as a pulp, rowing the ship-like moored in the harbor of the textbook. On the desk, the problem piles, as if the reefs are arranged, you gesture vividly as a flying bird, swinging a beautiful arc on the podium - the ship through ...... the sky does not float a cloud, as if you bright heart, a faction of the high and distant.
2, hope stems from disappointment, rise begins with worry, as a poet said: there is a hunger to feel the person must be well digested, there is a sense of urgency to feel the person must be efficient, there is a crisis to feel the person must be fast progress. 3, don't wander under the tree, don't meditate 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 up to 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 lost.
4, soft sunlight hanging diagonally in the pines and cypresses do not wither on the branches and leaves, seem so quiet and solemn, green lawn and white cement road appearance, the footsteps are so light up and down, everyone's heart is so excited and thoughts surging. 5, the ocean of life is not like the rippling waves of the Xizi Lake, with the flow of time, it is sometimes calm as a mirror, sometimes the waves splash, sometimes the giant waves rushing to the sky ...... people in the wind and waves after the test, often become stronger.
6, when you are in the face of warm winds, birds and flowers, green mountains, green water, good land hectares of spring scenery, will certainly be intoxicated; when you face like gold like silver, fruitful golden autumn season, will certainly be overjoyed. Have you ever thought, that the spring is full of color is baptized by the cold after the Yingzi, that the beauty of the golden autumn is to accept the crystallization of the melting of the summer.
............ (He Tingting) 7, if you want to harvest fruit in the golden autumn, then in the cold invasive early spring, should roll up the trouser leg, to unremittingly pioneering, sowing, plowing, until the day of harvest. 8, life is winding in the mountains of the trail, bumpy, ditch cliffs in the side.
Fall down, to cry on the cry, afraid of what, do not pretend! This is blunt, not weak, because cry a do not affect the rush, but can add a careful. Mountain flowers, the scenery is pleasant, if intoxicated, want to laugh, laugh, do not mind pretending to be reserved! This is blunt, not proud, because laughing once does not affect the rush, but can add a confidence.
9, love is a piece of winter sunshine, the use of hunger and cold people feel the warmth of the world; love is a spring in the desert, the use of power on the verge of extinction of people to see the hope of life; love is sprinkled on the ground in a drought of a rainstorm, so that the lonely and helpless people instantly get the comfort of the soul. 10, the day is always like from the fingertips over the fine yarn, inadvertently slipped quietly.
Those days of sorrow and misuse of injury, in the water under the washing wave gently passed away, leaving behind the joy and smile in the memory of the depths of the everlasting. 11, melancholy mood evaporated.
12, faded memories. 13, the smoke is burning again in the peaceful home.
14, some memories are burned away, some memories are buried in the bottom of the heart, the age of innocence as running water across the golden age. 15, I, to melt in the pink peach blossom petals, wipe away the whole day in your heart.
16, I completely read the parents' heart. 17, mother's love is a book I can't finish reading all my life; mother's love is a piece of sky that I can never fly out of.
...... ...... Zhang Weiwei 18, when the yellow autumn leaves swaying with the wind, the deep autumn floated and stood outside the school, under the moonlight, the father's shadow pulled a long time, large trench coat will be wrapped up in the skinny bones of the father, my heart a burst of sour. 19, the true love in the world is like a big net, always warming the human heart, as the mother's love, never-ending.
20, years, is a poem, a poem rich in philosophy, years is a camel, carrying the dreams of countless people. 21, the fate of the ship is to drift; the fate of the sail is to chase the wind and waves; the fate of life is to grasp, grasp the letter of life, can be youthful and blameless.
22, the past is like a song, in the journey of life, although there have been bumps, 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.
23, if you fail in life, please do not write tears of sorrow on your face. Failure is also a kind of harvest, the most important thing in life is to have a full of courage and an entrepreneurial boldness.
24, once thought, a helpless cry, then letter is all the vicissitudes of the world; a small setback, then letter is all the failure of life. Is fourteen years old told me ...... 25, the moonlight is quiet.
pattering raindrops on the thatched roof, the dim light, the mother closely sewed the traveler's jacket, suddenly, a cold wind squeezed into the thatched window, the mother seems to be cold, with a thick tiredness cough a few times. I woke up in a dream, staring blankly at the lamp aged mother ...... 26, night, the spring breeze blowing softly.
I rested my chin, sitting on the colorful steps of the fall, and an unforgettable thing came to my mind. Guan Xiu 上冯使君五首 扣舷得新诗，茶煮桃花水。
The peach blossom is covered with dew and stands in the moonlight.
The wind is blowing in the curtain, but the fragrance of the clothes. The wind is blowing in the curtain, but the fragrance of the clothes. Wang Wei Bodhi Temple prohibited slogans and show Pei Di.
The wind is blowing in the curtain, but there is a fragrance. The pear blossom is as beautiful as the moon, and its fragrance is not as cold as the wind.
The peach blossom is only shining on the ground, but it has been laughed at as a demon. Qian Qi (钱起) Twenty-two Songs from the Lantian River (蓝田溪杂咏二十二首)-Shijing (石井) The peach blossoms at the bottom of the spring are red.
The first time I saw this is when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.
I'm not sure if I've ever been to a place like this before, but I'm sure I'll be there when I get there.
The night is spent in a peach blossom village, and the song is sung to the sky. Liu Yuxi (刘禹锡) The Two Songs of Shou'an Kantang Pavilion (壽安甘棠馆二首) In front of the door is the Luoyang Road, and in front of the door is the peach blossom road.
The dust and the smoke are more than ten steps away. Zhang Ji (张籍) and Wei Kaiju (韦开州) 12 Songs of Shengshan (盛山) - Peach Dock (桃坞) The peach blossoms in the spring dock are blooming.
The sun is still shining in the west, and I am looking at the head of the wine jar. Li He, in the twenty-third poem of the horse, said, "The bamboos are now in the ears, and the peach blossoms are not yet on the body.
When the time comes to stir up the battlefield, I will take it to the general. Yuan Zhen (元稹) Peach blossom is shallow and deep, like an even makeup.
The spring breeze helps to break the bowels, blowing down the white clothes.
The spring breeze helps to break the heart, blowing down the white clothes.
5. Good Sentence and Paragraph Excerpts Junior High School 200 words or so(1) Outside the window, the branches and leaves of the elm-leaf plum swayed in the night wind. Ah, this is the little tree, which was once uprooted, abandoned by the roadside and on the verge of death because it was sickly and skinny, but now it is alive again, how healthy and energetic it is. Why did Han Crescent, a carefully selected seedling, meet with such a disaster? The bud has not yet bloomed, the branch was broken; broken and can be reattached? Who should be asked? Ask the gardener? "Can the gardener answer?
The house was too hot, he opened the door, out of the dormitory, out of the preparation, in the chaos of the night, along the path in front of the building, across the stone bridge, stepped on the island. The island is silent, the unnamed lake is silent. The sky is dark, no stars, no moon. The air is wet, the night wind is hot, let a person can not breathe, perhaps the summer rainstorm is coming! The night, the pale numbers, the radiant flowers and grasses, had lost their luster, and like heavy black clouds pressed against the lake shore, surrounded him. In the sultry summer night, he suddenly felt a cold air invading his skin, no longer look at those black and ghostly monsters around him, lowered his head, and walked back with sluggish steps.
(2) She stubbornly said, "Human souls are equal!" Yes, that's exactly right, people are equal. The difference between man and man lies in the efforts made with the discovery and manifestation of their own values, not in the man himself.
(3) Outside the window, the snow is flying, the upright poplar, the gentle willow, the whirling acacia tree, all draped in a white veil, gently swaying, as if dancing with the limbs to the beat of this music, as if the melodious sound of the zither, in the strings of jade beads, strips of silver silk, a white flower between the twining back and forth...
(4) The music has come to an end, the rain is over, a colorful rainbow flying across the sky, a pair of colorful butterflies dancing, such as sobbing, like a complaint, the main theme of heart-shattering and sound, to say that the dream of a good story, like a watery tenderness!
(5) Spring has come, the spring girl to the melting of the east wind, the spring rain sprinkled to the earth, the love and hope sprinkled to the earth.
In the flower bed in front of the building, the delicate flowers are opening up one by one, even spitting fragrance. Pink peach, tender yellow spring, colorful buttercups, and the rash cyclamen, shy mimosa, as well as that although the opening is not brilliant flowers, but also by virtue of the exuberant vitality of the flowers and flowers to fight for a point in the spring, "can not die.".... The diligent gardener treats them the same, carefully guarded, spring belongs to all life!
(6) as if from the depths of the earth, from the underworld, from the call of flesh and blood, will be a closed heart awakened, will be a buried too deep hidden for too long to wake up the emotions, the world was forgotten, the world collapsed, flash floods, the sea engulfed the land, the thunder and lightning destroyed life, leaving only the lonely island in the Adam and Eve, the world will start again!
The world begins anew, a world of two! I don't know if it is sin, or suffering, or happiness, or hope? The dying struggle of two souls, the distant call of two souls, the slamming of two souls, the agonizing groan of two souls. Is it man who destroys man, or man who saves man?
Life hatred can not be avoided? The soul is only my love is infinite.
In the dream, I don't know that I am a guest, but I want to be happy!
Is life a dream? No, after waking up, you can still forget, life can be forgotten?
Is life a book? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Life has never been a blueprint. It is only after you have spent your life that you have completed it.
History is never improvised. And it is only when it becomes history that it is harped on and commented on for thousands of generations. And no matter how to comment on it, it can not change its once existed, only from the accident to find the inevitable, so that he is logical.
History is a human footprint. But not all those who leave footprints dare to face their history.
History cannot be rewritten. It doesn't matter if it's a huge change that touches the destiny of billions of people, or an ordinary experience of a mere mortal worth writing down on paper.
Everything is past, everything is left behind.