Campus School building Classroom Playground Runway Quiet Ruckus Noisy Noisy Clean Clean Clean Tidy Joyful Playing Doing Exercise
Sports ground Athletic field Green Quietly
Vibrantly alive Vibrantly alive Springtime Full of color Sprinkled with sunshine People's voices boisterous Reading loudly Dropping willow Closing in on a woodland lane
You chasing me Catching up with me Laughing in an environment of quiet elegance Freshly scented The scenery is fascinating, and we are thriving, and we are growing up, and we are in groups, and we are singing songs
Good Sentences
Our school is like a big garden, and it's so beautiful and lovely, and we are growing up here.
When we walked into the classroom, we saw that the fog kept rolling in at the window, and the classroom was 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 of the summer, maple red chrysanthemum fragrance of 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 with many small red goldfish, which chase and play in the clear water. The peaks are towering, the mountains are majestic, the mountains are clustered, and there are thousands of mountains
Good Sentences
The mountains that are exposed to the clouds seem to be suspended like islands in clusters and dabs.
The surrounding mountains looked like a colorful floral cloth.
Mountain waves and peaks cascaded over each other.
The mountains were black and pale with no boundaries, and the knife-like cliff heads topped the sky.
The undulating loess hills are like the waves of a great flood.
Long hilltop, like a large 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 were luridly quiet and gloomy.
The gorges were filled with snow, as high as the backs of the mountains, and became great squares of flat, snow-covered ground.
The morning sun shines at the beginning of the day, while the mountain is like a shy maiden, hidden from view, and the sun sets in the west, and the afterglow shines horizontally.
Good Words and Sentences about Autumn
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Good Words
Autumn Autumnal Equinox Autumn Mid-Autumn Autumn Colors Autumn Harvest Autumn Rain Autumn Fruit Autumn Frost Twilight Autumn Autumn Wild Early Autumn Late Autumn Autumn Autumn
Autumn High and Sharp Autumn Rain Golden Autumn Season Autumn Winds Autumn Winds Sending Sharpness Dyeing of Layers of Forests High Clouds in Sky Autumn Clouds Winter
Changing the Sun to climb to the heights Withered branches and leaves Autumn grasses The yellowing of the laurel blossoms and the fragrance of the autumn heat like the morning Mid-autumn Moon Viewing
Good Sentences
The beauty of autumn is mature - it is not as shy as spring, as frank as summer, and as introverted as winter.
The beauty of fall 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 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. The peaks are towering, the mountains are majestic, the mountains are clustered, and there are thousands of mountains
Good Sentences
The mountains that are exposed to the clouds seem to be suspended like islands in clusters and dabs.
The surrounding mountains looked like a colorful floral cloth.
Mountain waves and peaks cascaded over each other.
The mountains were black and pale with no boundaries, and the knife-like cliff heads topped the sky.
The undulating loess hills are like the waves of a great flood.
Long hilltop, like a large 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 were luridly quiet and gloomy.
The gorges were filled with snow, as high as the backs of the mountains, and became great squares of flat, snow-covered ground.
The morning sun shines at the beginning of the day, while the mountain is like a shy maiden, hidden from view, and the sun sets in the west, and the afterglow shines horizontally.
Description of the tides of the good words and sentences good paragraph
Anonymous
Good words
Tide tide sea wave ebb tide river tide night tide tide tide tide sound
Wind wild sea tsunami, water and sky, the sea and the sky are connected to the waves of the waves on the shore, waves beat the reef, waves raging on the ground and rolled, rushing to roll, a thundering crash of the river, the river is boiling, the wave of ten thousand hectares of sound as a golden drum
Water splash flying, 亘如山齿, rushing to call rumbling, such as thunder in the air as a fine rain
Water splash 亘如山齿, rushing to call rumbles, such as a fine rain. As thunder in the air as fine rain
Good Sentence
The tide rushed up the beach like a charging party, drumming and shouting, desperately trying to get to the beach.
The tide was several feet high and came in a rush.
The madness of the tidal flood is full of frightening horror and inscrutable mystery.
The tidal wave, like a huge thunder, rolled over the ground like thousands of horses, running downstream amid shouts and hisses.
The tide raged like a demon, churning and foaming, losing its balanced rhythm.
The frenzied tide lapped at the rocks, and ten miles of coast were simultaneously golden bells, clanging and clanging in perfect rhythm.
The spring tide rises, like the sound of the pine waves back home, like the sound of a mother summoning her daughter.
The dark green sea water, rolled up as high as the walls of the huge waves rushed over wildly, the formation is really like a thousand galloping war horses charging towards the enemy.
The sound of the tide was like the poetic rhythm 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 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. 赞同1632|评论(3)
其他答案 ***23 Prosecution 2011-8-12 14:29 挚爱chris321 | 四级
1、如果黑板就是浩淼的大海，那么，老师便是海上的水手。 The moment the bell rings, you use the faculty whip as a pulp, rowing the ship like a moored in the harbor of the textbook. On the desk, the problem is stacked, as if the reefs are arranged, you gesture vividly as a flying bird, on the podium to wave a beautiful arc - the ship through ...... the sky does not come a cloud, as if you bright heart, a faction of the high and distant.
2. When you are in the warm winds, birds and flowers, green hills and green water, the good land of the 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 heat after the melting. ............
3. Life is winding in the mountains of the trail, bumpy, ditch cliffs in the side. Fell down, to cry on the cry, afraid of what, not heart pretense! 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 on the smile, not the heart of the pretense of reserve! This is blunt, not proud, because laugh once does not affect the rush, but can add a confidence.
4. 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 to see the hope of life; love is sprinkled on the ground of a long drought of a rainstorm, so that the lonely and helpless people instantly get the comfort of the soul.
5. The moonlight is quiet. Raindrops on the thatched cottage, under the dim light, the mother closely sewed the traveler's jacket, suddenly, a cold wind squeezed into the thatched cottage window, the mother seemed to catch a cold, with a strong tiredness coughed a few times. I woke up in a dream, staring blankly at the lamp aged mother ......
6. affection is a sturdy umbrella, for you to cover the wind and rain; affection is a thick cotton clothes, for you to ward off the cold; affection is a soft bed, you are tired, let you forget tired; affection is a dry towel, you cry, for you to brush off the heart of the tears; affection is a soft bed, you are tired, let you forget tired; affection is a dry towel, you cry, for you to brush off the heart of the tears; affection is a dry towel, for you to brush off the heart of the tears, for you to brush off the heart of the tears, to brush off the heart of the tears, for you to brush off the heart of the tears, to brush off the heart of the tears. The tears; affection is a cup of sweet iced tea, you smile, let you from the mouth sweet to the heart ...
7. Smile, can dissolve the contradiction between people, can provoke people to move forward the spark, can embrace the sun of tomorrow, laugh at life, can overcome all the confrontation with their own. People who smile look so lovely, so kind, so funny, so strong, it conveys people's feelings, because, smile is the most beautiful symbol in the world!
8. Spring - is the smiling face of flowers, is flooded with light green willow branches in the stretch, is the grass opened the eyes of the hazy sleep, look at the world; spring - is the sky swaying in all shapes and sizes of the kite, is the hand holding the kite line in the mountains and mountains
Spring - is the goddess of nature, woke up in a sleep on the dresser side of the grooming, she condensed the flow of water "comb show" open; the beautiful flowers and reds painted on the ground; the sky washed clear blue; the dark clouds aside, so that the colorful sunshine again. The sun shines on all things again.
9. Suffering is a stepping stone for those who strive, a fortune for those who are capable, and an abyss for those who are weak. Success is a milestone for those who never slacken off (once in a while), a heavy burden for those who are complacent, and a scourge for those who do not seek progress.
10. A straight heart makes a straight pen. Yue Fei, a famous general of the Song Dynasty against the Jin Dynasty, loyal to the country, bent on recovering the lost territory, did not write a sincere, magnificent "Man Jiang Hong"? Wen Tianxiang at the end of the Song Dynasty, the rich and powerful, the mighty and unyielding, righteousness, as if dying, is not written down the rainbow of the "Song of Zhengqi"
11. The wind from the water, leaving sparkling ripples; camel people walking on the desert, leaving a deep footprints; whistling pigeons from the sky, leaving a string of happy rhyme; the years from the woods, leaving a circle of the wheel of the year. Ah, my friend, we walked from the stage of the times, what will be left to the community?
Flowers from the spring, leaving the fragrance of flowers; leaves from the summer, leaving a piece of shade; wind from the fall, leaving a gust of gold waves; snow from the winter, leaving all kinds of hope. Ah, my friend, we walk through the seasons of life, will leave something to life.
12. Sublime is not a vague myth, it is the objective existence of the entity. As long as careful observation, you will find the sublime around you, it may be a high mountain, let you feel lofty; it may be a sea, let you experience a piece of magnificent; it may be a statue, let you feel solemn; it may be a person, let you understand the greatness and purity. In the heart, you have this feeling, experience, sense, understanding, be inculcated, influence, subtle, you will get rid of the emptiness, away from vulgarity, become a noble person.
13. Love is not a false lie, it is a real emotion, as long as you feel carefully, you will find that the love of the book right next to you: it may be early in the morning mother squeezed to an inch of toothpaste on your toothbrush, so that you feel warm; it may be a stranger's a hand to help, so that you can experience the ambiguity of the warmth; it may be the workbook of the teacher fell into a white hair, so that you can understand the care; it may be a smile, so that you can understand to the warmth; it may be a smile, so that you can understand to the warmth of the warmth. is a smile, let you understand to tolerance and appreciation. In life, you have this feeling, experience, sense, understanding, touched by the infection, motivation and encouragement, you will remove the indifference, lift the closure, become a loving person.
14. Don't just love the warmth of the sun, should love the wind and rain, which purifies your soul; don't just accept the light, should enjoy the night, which allows you to see the stars; don't just meet the joy, should endure the sadness, which sublimates your soul.
Don't just crave a smooth journey, you should try the bumps and bruises, it hones your will; don't just welcome the praise, you should accept the criticism, it shows you the flaws; don't just pray for acquisition, you should make a dedication, it proves your worth.
15. There is no sunset like magnificence, there is no flowing clouds like floating, but there can be crystal-like purity and transparency.
No mountain-like lofty, no lake-like gentle, but there can be rock-like perseverance and stability.
No ocean-like vastness, no waterfall-like cascade, but can have the earthy simplicity and easy-going.
16. Love is a song of life: reproach is the bass, care is the soprano, and attachment to thoughts is the main theme of a mother's love.
Feelings are a part of life: affection is the preface, friendship is the catalog, love, hate, love and want are the themes of the story of feelings.
Friendship is a song of life: sincerity is the word, trust is the song, understanding, respect is the main theme of friendship.
Youth is a song of life: success is the word, hard work is the song, never slack off is the main theme of youth.
Knowledge is a boat in the ocean: literature, history, science and technology is the pulp, emotional wisdom is the sail, teachers and students are children of knowledge.
17. Commitment is not a white cloud on the blue sky, free, floating.
Commitment is not a clear stream between the mountains and forests, free, spontaneous.
Commitment is like a pearl, its luster is the price of the clam's pain and the clam's glory.
Promise is like a sword, its sharpness is the crystallization of steel grinding encouragement, but also the pursuit of steel.
18. It is said that women are made of water. Imagine a Ying Ying smile, serene and elegant Irena, leisurely stroll in the forest, not with the group of flowers, let the morning dew wet long hair, gently swaying skirt, elegant and dynamic, there is a dark fragrance. So, nothing to say, the kind of desire to talk, will be like a poem, easy to sneak into other people's hearts, calling people breathtaking. Or a pool of water, a pool of water reflecting the plain face, let the wind blowing the train of the skirt, fluttering, hair, that kind of shyness, if anything, so that the clouds for the stop to stay, so that the red dust for the intoxication. Or under the moon gently caress the yaoqin, such as the smoke of the eyebrows, flowing hair half cover the delicate face, lightly twisted the strings, the chest full of complex flow into the mountains and flowing water, lingering and sentimental tunes dance into the dust of the song, accompanied by wisps of flowers, elegant and timeless, heartbreaking. The ten thousand strands of tenderness, such as flotsam, such as poetry, such as arashi, such as paintings.
19. In the world far away, I often for a volume of old ink and contemplation, for the deep courtyard and tears, not a trace of dust for the tenderness of the woman and moved. Imagine, the pale face of the city of red face, lightly flick the delicate fingers, facing the Tang wind and Song rain, leaning on the water, the depths of the clouds gently chanting, that quiet, light smile freely leisurely, if the elves in the water like water, so that the people for a thousand times, forgetting the world's troubles, willing to drunkenly laugh with the king. Flowers bloom countless, I only like to savor the absorption of the essence of all things, light and elegant style. When the night is covered, that does not need to carve, washed out of the soft woman, inadvertently in the brow between the lethargic style, flick a pot of fragrant tea, leisurely tasting, in the yellow lamp quietly appreciate the painting and calligraphy, that kind of calm, not with the dust and smoke of the fragrance contains a lot of poetic vulgarity and purity
20. Many of the talented and soft women in ancient times, there is a little bit of sadness, a little bit of poetic, a little bit of lethargy, they can The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was so happy that I was able to see it. If you spread out the scroll, ink copying, the light of the scroll is exuding the fragrance of orchids, like a leaf stained with rain and dew lotus, such as the lotus sitting in the line of the volume of the flat oblique, so that countless talented people pulse of admiration. They are the ancient color and fragrance of the ancient style in the flow of flowers in the years, they are the moon like bright poetry. That charm, that watery gentleness, is a scroll that one never tires of reading. Taste her light lips, raised eyebrows in the moment of contemplation, taste her aura, taste her charm, taste her bones of elegance, so that people as immersed in a pool of fragrant petals, clarity, fragrance.
Remembering these years, all of us with youth intertwined into these fragments, like a movie, the beginning of the picture is colored, who expected the beginning and end, suddenly, the screen into black and white
Night above, a full moon quietly gazing at the pale earth, sadness and happiness it has seen too much, perhaps a lot of things, it is forgotten. ......
Fate always paints a picture in everyone's youth in different ways
--"The Moon Says It Forgot"
. Every time I stand in the night, I always get some hint of trance, I am a person in the city who is used to listening,
I always like to stand on the top of the building, looking up at the lonely sky, watching the lonely figure of the flying bird slanting past my eyes,
My mind stretches across the whole world ......
Every city has a kind of imprint, and I Ziran all over the body, witnessing one after another of the parting and hurt.
I can see the messy fragments of life dancing from the slow gap in front of me. The phantoms dissipate, and I burst into tears.
Every city, every street, there are elves wandering in the sunlight and angels of sadness quietly weeping in the darkness.
I can hear their hearts singing warmly, like a gorgeous shooting star in the night. Agree 5| Comments The tide drummed and shouted like a charging party, rushing desperately up the beach.
The tide was several feet high and came in a rush.
The madness of the tidal flood is full of frightening horror and inscrutable mystery.
The tidal wave, like a huge thunder, rolled over the ground like thousands of horses, running downstream amid shouts and hisses.
The tide raged like a demon, churning and foaming, losing its balanced rhythm.
The frenzied tide lapped at the rocks, and ten miles of coast were simultaneously golden bells, clanging and clanging in perfect rhythm.
The spring tide rises, like the sound of the pine waves back home, like the sound of a mother summoning her daughter.
The dark green sea water, rolled up as high as the walls of the huge waves rushed over wildly, the formation is really like a thousand galloping war horses charging towards the enemy.
The sound of the tide was like the poetic rhythm 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 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.
It's that time of year again when the grass is yellow. The green mottled disappearance, only that dry light yellow gradually covered the line of sight, is the end of life is 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 that kind of some bleak splendor, will recall the stone steps on the wind and candles of the white-haired old man walking hand in hand, calm and peaceful, that a touch of warm, that some some of the touches.
After the first snow and wind of winter, 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 in the stone, on the soil, bravely straighten their waist, in the first warmth of the cold winds and rain, inch by inch growth, a little bit of the embankment, the Earth, the earth, the blue sky, light winds under the weaving out of the spring coat of the exhilaration of the people.
Lush grass, step on it, gently touch it with your hand, as if the baby's skin as delicate, a trace in the palm of the hand slipped through, a number of small rhythm of life from the hand to the heart, can not help but people do not sigh in the heart: 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, the spring is bright and beautiful.
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 wilderness, the various colors of the blossoming flowers set off brightly, the blue sky in the field of vision has become low, seems to bend over the waist to condescend to get close to the grass.
The grasses at this time of year are the biggest and softest new beds, tempting us to hand over our bodies to them with unparalleled comfort, free of anxiety, free of worries, and surrounded by green grass, to dream a most relaxing dream.
With our eyes closed, the aroma of grass clamoring in the sunlight enveloped our sense of smell. It is how warm and good-smelling 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 that aroma, is the original fragrance of nature, is the smell of the earth, is the smell of the mother's embrace home.
Yes, grass, you were originally the main food of cows, horses and sheep, through which you transformed into white milk, tasty meat, warm fur, galloping power, holding up a nation and country.
The sky is pale, the field is vast, the wind blows the grass low to see cattle and sheep. The time is vast, as if to see a generation of hero Genghis Khan, whip whip horse leading thousands of iron horsemen, sweeping across the Eurasian continent, invincible. The first time I saw this is when I was a little girl, and I was a little girl, and I was a little girl, and I was a little girl, and I was a little girl.
Leaving the grass on the original, a year a withered glory. The wildfire can't be eliminated, and the spring breeze will blow again. Flexible grass, what exactly are you? Is our countless humble and weak life, right? We are ordinary grass people, but also can depict the spring, grooming for the earth, weak lives 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 ......
The small grass is the most important thing in the world. Reference:
*It snowed in the evening, and then it didn't stop all night. The snowflakes were gentle and fell on a dark, mottled beehive. The bees were slumbering. Inside the delicate hexagonal hive, like secret letters sealed in wax. And like refined pellets of pure gold, treasured by a rich monarch. More valuable than gold, in fact, because bees are living things, alive. Under the sky, their dreams are the sweetest, the purple clouds and rape flowers in the south, and the acacia, jujube, and mountain thorns in the north, a layer of thanks and a layer of open again. 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 snow beat, will smell a wisp of fragrance from the vault of heaven, holy and magical. Unfortunately no one was lucky enough to recover, the earthly flowers, had worn them out.
*Poverty years, one can also feel certain profound happiness, like I often remember to add a bowl of hot white rice . I often remember adding a bowl of hot white rice, pouring a spoonful of lard and a spoonful of soy sauce on it, sitting in front of the "Todaing" (the stone steps of the hall door) and savoring the aroma of the rice mixed with lard, and every grain of the rice was filled with the aroma of happiness.
The happiness of life does not lie in one's environment, one's status, or the material things one can enjoy, but in how one's mind 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 dignified and powerful have their happiness, and the lowly have their own happiness. In life, everyone has laughter and tears; in life, everyone has happiness and sorrow, which is the real appearance of the world on earth.
*When love shines through the cold heart like bright sunshine, we will find that the love itself is a wave of vibrating strings, a kind of flower fragrance diffusion, lasting, warm, and extend themselves and others. From one hand to another, from one person to another. This is from the giver of the soul of the warmth wafted out, it awakened the spirit of the world of a line of tired footprints, a cold heart, and then, the loved one will be in their own heart of matches with a warmth, to shine another heart, even though the match. The love will then be able to shine a warmth on the other heart like a match in its own heart, even though it is sometimes so weak.
*You if just a drop of water, but you refracted the sun's colorful light, so that the strings see the world's most beautiful colors. How important you are to the children.