1, West Lake, is a pearl set in this paradise.
2, like diamonds so shiny little dewdrops; like crystal so transparent little dewdrops; like pearls so round little dewdrops.
3, I strolled along the willow path, only to see that the willows, as if like a young girl shyly bowed his head, in the morning glory stretching the soft posture.
4. The lights on the shore are reflected in the lake, like countless silver snakes swimming.
5, the river is crystal clear, as a transparent blue silk, quietly lying in the embrace of the earth.
6, the flowers bloomed more and more densely, more and more abundantly, and soon hung all over the branches. When you look closer, it seems like a lively trumpet, which is blowing with vigor.
7. The tree is like a green cloud rising from the earth.
8. The sky there is always so blue and translucent, as if it were a sapphire washed with water.
9, The clouds are like a white feather, gently floating in the air.
10, the village of a black oil Canton tree, like a huge umbrella, standing there, full of trees are flashing fine silver light.
11, the spring breeze like a colorful pen, the whole world outlined more colorful.
12, the jade disk like the moon hanging high in the light blue sky, the moonlight like running water down, the earth a silver white.
13, the spring breeze like a kind mother, brushing your cheeks, so that you feel comfortable, relaxed and happy.
14, golden sunflowers, turquoise poplars, purple and red trumpet flowers, and countless flowers and young grass, are like a handsome little girl wearing beautiful jewelry, look more vibrant.
15, the calm lake, as if a large silver mirror.
16, the day gradually dawn, light green sky with a few stars, the earth is hazy, as covered with a silver-gray veil.
17, the White Causeway on the east side of the Lone Mountain and the Su Causeway on the southwest side, like two green ribbons, gently floating in the blue water above.
18, the eastern sky of the colorful sunshine moments in the change, such as frost maple, such as durian fire, such as agate, such as amber.
19, the lights shining in the harbor, like colorful fireworks splashed down to earth.
20, standing in the willow brisk West Lake, look into the distance, only to see the lake's north, south and west are layers and layers of rolling hills, a mountain green, a mountain green, a mountain, a mountain, a mountain, a mountain, a mountain, a mountain, a mountain, a mountain, a mountain, a mountain, a mountain, a mountain, a mountain, a mountain, a beautiful landscape painting.
21, clean lake water shaking the green island and the reflection of white clouds, as if the fairyland.
22, a string of bright headlights on the road, like a long river of flash running.
23, in Tibetan, Lhasa is the meaning of the Holy Land, then, this blue sky is the curtains of the Holy Land.
24, the moon silently rose from the center of the river, round and bright, as if a silver plate.
25, the hillside, the roadside, the village, hazel tree leaves are all red, red like a fire, the people's heart also burned up.
26, the stone is the book. You see, the stone layer by layer, not like a thick book?
27, these streaming clouds in the light of the setting sun, turn into a silver gray, an orange, a blood red, a purple, like a beautiful fairy in the air shaking colorful brocade.
28, a rainbow appeared in the sky, like a colorful bridge hanging in the sky.
29, At night, the whole of Hong Kong becomes a sea of lights.
Literature describes the beautiful sentences of winter
Literature describes the beautiful sentences of winter (a)
1. Winter snow, small snowflakes like a small elf, jumping down, bringing a touch of cold to the people. Although the spring girl can not wait to go on duty, but the messenger of winter - snowflakes but as if the personality to stay on the earth's beauty, long refused to leave. This is not, today there is a very big snow.
2. The snow outside the window, kept falling on my paper, I suddenly felt the waste of life. Spring flowers, fall and moon, did not make me stop, but this snow makes me lost. I believe that the angel's wings are hidden in the snow, with the scientific microscope can only probe into a void. Flesh eyes snow trekking too long, will lead to snow blindness, only temporarily back to the red clay stove hut, warm a pot of wine.
3. Winter, although there is no spring charming birds and flowers, no summer spectacular lightning and thunder, no fall tempting fruitfulness, but it also has a dedication to the nature of the beauty of the implicit
4. Yellow leaves with the cold wind, have to throw themselves into the arms of Mother Earth.
5. Winter: the fourth quarter of the year, China is accustomed to refer to the three-month period from the beginning of winter to the beginning of spring, but also refers to the lunar calendar ten, eleven, twelve and other three months.
6. The cold wind whistled. The bare trees, like a bald old man, could not bear the attack of the northwest wind and swayed in the cold wind.
7. There are four seasons in a year, winter is the beginning of winter, into the winter, the weather is gradually cold, it tells us that winter is coming.
8. Often people hear their songs from under the window to stop and look at them, that a face up reminds me of the dirty dishes not washed.
9. Winter is coming! Winter is coming! The winter girl, clad in a white dress, holding a pair of scissors in her left hand and a fan in her right, came in a hurry.
10. Winter, at the beginning of his out of the dashing step - the cold wind. Night fell, the cold wind as if a drunkard, in the great snowy plains, in front of every house in the town wandered, sometimes let go of his throat to roar furiously, and sometimes tiredly gasping for breath. The bare branches of the trees in the roar of the wind trembled and swayed, and the moon was afraid of the cold seemed to hide in the clouds. People trembling, covering their hands to walk in the street, the wind is unrestrained, cool, straight into the human lapel, blowing the heart cold. Trees "clatter" straight, the wind rolled branches and leaves swinging, like the devil's claws in the dance. Winter, with its own unique to the people to show its style
11. A short while, a layer of thin white snow, like a huge, gentle woolen blanket, covering the whole earth. This is the first snow after the winter, although it is not very big, but it brings vitality to the earth and human beings.
12. The winter rain drifted and dripped and dripped and dripped.
13. The early winter morning is beautiful. A thin layer of fog floats lightly in the air. Pedestrian laughter, the car "ticking" horn sound intertwined in this haze. All this heralds the beginning of a new day. When not too bright sunlight to the top of the mountain, the fog will be like a curtain slowly pulled open, the earth gradually revealed the warmth of the winter.
14. I don't need to send me hot coffee in the winter, I need to be able to eat ice cream in the rain with me in the winter.
15. The sun rose up with a fiery red smile, so that the hazy campus openly removed the veil.
16. A few cypress trees next to the 576 station are still standing undaunted, they are so sturdy and upright. A few chrysanthemums are placed next to the school gate, which seems to add a bit of vitality to the cold campus.
17. Early winter, falling leaves, see the falling leaves, the heart can not help but surge a burst of sadness. Autumn has gone, only a shell, in the pit of that hot desert, tumbling. The fallen leaves have passed away, but next spring it regains its vitality. The giant star loss fell, but the Yangtze River waves push forward, with his footprints to catch up.
Beautiful sentences describing winter in literature (Part II)18. Winter silently gives life a test, winter exercises the strong, the brave. If there is no winter, then life will be smooth sailing, life will be tasteless and boring, only the strong can survive in this world, the weak will be eliminated, winter is a severe teacher, when you can not withstand the setbacks and failures and exercise, it will be you do not hesitate to cross out. Winter is kind and fair. When you eat and drink in the spring, summer and fall, don't forget that winter will come to test you.
19. Early winter campus, no matter to the blue and white harmony of the sky, or towards the weakening of the trees far away, this is a cold wind caressing the picture, always smeared with a thick layer of coolness. A solemn, in the afternoon from the clouds could not shoot a ray of sunshine, the sky gray, just short of snow drifting.
20. in the rain, fluttering down from the sky, fell to the roof, fell to the ground, very light, such as the kitten's footsteps. In the snow, there are a few pieces of crystal ice, glittering. Trees, dressed in snow, white hats, white cotton coats, white scarves, a good pure white world.
21. After a while, the snow flakes began to thicken up, the snowflakes also seem to be big, as if the pear petals, a piece followed by a piece, not slow and steady down; a hundred pieces of a thousand pieces, flying in the sky. In a short while, the tall buildings wore white hats, the trees wore white robes, the road spread a layer of frost.
22. The rising sun, gray fog seems to keep rolling, I vaguely saw the heads of a playground, two, three playground gradually lively. Look, over there came an old teacher, a few young pioneers are saluting him, the old teacher nodded and smiled with a big smile.
23. In winter, the sky fell up goose feather snow, everywhere is a white, only the pine tree is still so green, a little snow flakes drifting down on it, as if it is a white flower.
24. The sun in the sunrise greeted, showing a red face, all of a sudden, the golden light through the treetops to the water dyed a layer of carmine red.
25. Snow is falling. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the snowflakes, and you'll be able to see them. In the early winter just came, snowflakes timely report the arrival of winter. After class, the students ran to the playground, some cheering, some jumping, some open hands to catch the fluttering snowflakes. Look, look, look, the snow has covered the earth. There is snow in the sky, on the ground, everywhere. White earth, white houses, white woods.
26. I like winter, not because of its beauty, because any beauty is not necessarily eternal, like a flash in the pan; I like winter, not because of its whiteness, because any white is not necessarily flawless, like a white wall. I like winter because I know that as long as winter is here, spring is not far away. As long as you hold on just a little bit, just a little bit, during the coldest time of the year, you will see the spring flowers blooming. So, please believe, students. As long as winter comes, spring is not far away!
27. cold winter, in the sunshine, they playfully chased blowing bubbles, the sun's bubbles colorful, constantly changing colors, bubbles as if loaded with a colorful dream. Sitting on the soft grass, reflecting the sun, looking at the sky, we waved to the beautiful hope and the future, the sun - is the best gift for us, for us to drive away the dark clouds, so that our face hangs on the arc of the smile.
28. "Hoo - hoo -", the wind whistles, the trees shake in the gale, a branch is like a wildly dancing whip in the air.
29. Snow-capped mountains, vast snow fields, French white mountain roads, such as satin river which is a world of snow.
30. The golden sunlight pouring down, injected into the hectares of blue waves, so that the monotonous and calm sea and become some color.
31. The sun came out and shone on the white snow, illuminating people's eyes. The snow began to melt slowly in the sunlight, and the eaves began to drip, dripping on the snow, piercing the ground into little holes. The snow on the trees dripped down their trunks, and from time to time one or two palm-sized chunks of snow shook off from the branches and pushed noiselessly onto the snow. The snow on the road has been stepped on by the people who come and go, stepping on the dirty, but the snow on both sides of the road is still so white, as if the road is plated with a silver edge, looks more neat and spacious.
32. Winter snow days, more silver, can let you appreciate the snow pressure pine branches do not bend that kind of scene. Square children are in the ice and snow piled up snowman, playing snowball fights, so do not let people envy! Occasionally I would join in and frolic with the kids.
33. Winter fields without the people who work, they stay at home, the family sitting around the stove, smell the baked sweet potatoes coming out of the strong smell, enjoy the winter to bring them this leisure.
Classic Literature Ending QuotesClassic Literature Ending Quotes
1. He told her that, as in the past, he still loved her to death. So don't forget Tom when you are in the throes of your passionate joy, for it is all due to his good heart. Take care of his wife and children in return for his kindness. When you see Uncle Tom's cabin, look upon it as a monument to his honesty, loyalty, and faith in Christ. May his spirit guide you in your endeavors to follow in his footsteps. --- "Uncle Tom's Cabin" Mrs. Stowe
3. What a glorious day. Lolita! --- "Lolita" by Nabokov
4. He vaguely remembered the unseen woman, who floated, yet was passionate and exuberant, like a burst of music from afar. --- "Letters from a Strange Woman" by Zweig
5. It can be concluded that the man who was alive in this corpse came here by himself and died here. When people tried to separate him from the skeleton he was cradling, he turned to dust in an instant. ---Victor Hugo, Notre Dame de Paris
6. His heart beat with joy, his years of wishing had finally come true! The iron ring had been smashed, and he picked up a new weapon and returned to the fight, starting a new life. --- How Steel is Made by Ostrovsky
7. All I know is that I miss everyone I've talked to. Even old Stradletta and Ackley, let's say. I think I even miss that asshole Maurice Mile, too. It's funny. You mustn't talk about anything to anyone. You just talk about it, and you miss everybody. ---The Catcher in the Rye by Salinger
8. Thanks to my true story of Don Quixote, the knight-errantry novel is in decline and will eventually die out. Goodbye. --- Don Quixote by Cervantes
9. The kind of light that makes us lose our sight is darkness for us. Only the day we open our eyes and wake up, the day dawns. There are many days of dawn. The sun is but a dawn star. ---Walden Lake Henry Thoreau
10. No one knows what lies ahead except the inexorable march to old age, and no one, I miss Dean Moriarty, I even miss the old Dean Moriarty we never found. I miss Dean Moriarty. --- "On the Road" Jack Kerouac
11. What I do today is far better, far better, than what I did in days gone by; and the rest I will enjoy today is far better, far better, than anything I have ever known. --- A Tale of Two Cities Charles Dickens
12, The things written in this manuscript have not been, and will never be, repeated, for the family destined to be in solitude for a hundred years will never have a second chance to appear in the world. --- One Hundred Years of Solitude Garcia Marquez
13, I am not an advocate of evil, but wherever I hear the unfortunate wail of a noble man, I will answer the call for him. I repeat, the story of Marguerite is so extraordinary that if it were commonplace, there would be no need to write about it. --- "The Lady of the Camellias" by Dumas
14. The bird carries thorns on her breast; she follows an immutable law; she is pierced through by something whose name she does not know, and she is driven and sings to death. At the moment when the thorn pierced her, she did not realize that death was imminent. She just sang and sang until her life was spent and she could not sing another note. But we know when we stick a thorn in our chest. We know it. And yet, we still do it. We still stick the thorns in our chests. --- The Thorn Birds by Coryn McCullough
15. I linger beneath that gentle sky, before these three tombstones! Looking at the moths fluttering among the heather bushes and bluebells, and listening to the soft wind blowing among the grasses, I wondered who could have imagined that the long-dormant sleepers beneath that placid earth could have had a sleep that was not placid. --- Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte
16. All things are but a reflection; all things are not sufficient, but begin to happen here; all things are not named, but begin to be fruitful; and the Eternal Feminine guides us in our ascension. --- Faust Goethe
17. I chase. A grown man running through a crowd of screaming children. But I don't care. I chase, the wind whipping across my face, a smile as big as Panjshir Canyon on my lips. I chase. --- The Kite Runner Khaled Hosseini
18. From that night onward Nekhriudov began a new life, not only because he entered a new realm of life, but also because everything that happened to him from that time onward took on a very different significance for him from what it had been before. As to how this new phase of his life will end, it will come to be understood. into my life! Then please do me a favor and don't make me so sad: write quickly and tell me that he is back again... ... --- The Little Prince, St. Exupery
21. Gatsby believed in this green light, this blissful future that year by year fades away before our eyes. It escaped our quest once upon a time, but that's all right - tomorrow we'll run a little faster, stretch our arms a little farther... ... Someday... ... And so we continue to fight our way forward, swimming against the current, being pushed ever backward, pushed into the past. --- The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
22. I'll think about it tomorrow when I get back to Tara. I'll be able to withstand everything by then. Tomorrow, I'll figure out a way to get him back. After all, tomorrow is just another day. --- "Gone with the Wind" by Margaret Mitchell
23. In the old man's shack on the other side of the road, he was asleep again. He was still lying face down, and the child sat beside him, keeping watch. The old man was dreaming of lions. --- The Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemingway
24. Thomas turned the key and twisted on the chandelier. Theresa saw two beds side by side next to each other, one of them leaning against a small table and a lamp. A huge butterfly under the lampshade, startled by the light overhead, fluttered up and began to circle the room at night. The melody of the piano and violin was faintly audible, rising in wisps from downstairs. --- The Unbearable Lightness of Being Milan Kundera
25. He rested in peace. Despite his fate, he stole life. Losing his angel he perished; things happened naturally, as night falls and the day sinks in the west. --- Les Misérables Victor Hugo
Classic Literary OpeningsA Selection of Classic Literary Openings
1. A Tale of Two Cities: "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times; it was the year of wisdom, it was the year of ignorance; it was the period of faith, it was the period of doubt; it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness; it was the period of faith, it was the period of doubt; it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness; it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness. was the season of light, that was the season of darkness; it was the spring of hope, that was the winter of disappointment; we were all going straight to heaven, we were all going straight in the opposite direction-in short, it was then very much like it is now, and some of the most boisterous insistence on describing it is to be put on the level of adjectives. To say it was good is to say it was grade; to say it was bad is also to say it was grade."
2. One Hundred Years of Solitude: "Many years later, Colonel Orellano, standing before the firing squad, would have remembered the distant afternoon when his father had taken him to visit the ice. At that time, Macondo was a village of twenty families, with a single earthen house built on the bank of the river, and the river was clear, flowing along a rock-strewn bed that was smooth, white, and alive with prehistoric eggs."
3. The Lady of the Camellias: "I believe that characters can only be created if they have been y studied, just as a language can only be spoken if it has been carefully studied."
4, "My Name is Red": "Now I am a dead man, a dead body lying at the bottom of a well."
5. Wuthering Heights: "1801. I have just returned from a visit to my landlord - the same lonely neighbor who is about to give me trouble."
6, "Dr. Zhivago": "They walked on, and on and on, singing 'Nevermore' on one side, and when the song rested, it was as if the feet of the people, the hoofs of the horses, and the breeze took over the song of mourning."
7. The Outsider: "Today, Mom died. Maybe it was yesterday, I don't know. I got a telegram from the nursing home saying, 'Mother dead. Burial tomorrow. Special notice." That doesn't tell me much. It may have died yesterday."
8. "Resurrection": "Though hundreds of thousands of people congregate in a small area and do their best to spoil the land beyond recognition, though they wantonly stone into the ground and prevent the flowers and trees from growing, though they get rid of the grass that has just come out of the ground, and burn the coal and the oil to a smoky haze, though they indiscriminately cut down the trees, and banish the birds and the animals, in the city spring is, after all, still spring."
9. Anna Karenina: "Happy families are all alike; unfortunate families have their own misfortunes."
10, "Metamorphosis": "One morning, Gregor Samsa woke up from an uneasy sleep and found himself lying in bed transformed into a giant beetle."
11, The Great Gatsby: "When I was young and inexperienced, my father taught me a phrase that I still remember. 'Whenever you want to criticize anyone,' he said to me, 'just remember that not everyone in the world has ever had the advantages that you have."
12. Gone with the Wind: "Scarlett O'Hara wasn't pretty, but men, like the Tarltons' twins when they fell for her charms, didn't think so. She had two features in her face. One was the delicacy of her mother, from the seaside aristocracy of French blood; the other was the ruggedness of her father, from the flamboyant and vulgar Irish, and the two features seemed to mingle together in a less than harmonious way, but the pointed chin and quadrangular dentition of the bones of the teeth in this face were noticeable, and her pale green eyes, so pure that there was not a trace of brown in them, with dark lashes and arched corners of the eyes, seemed to be full of flavor, and above them were two thick, inky black eyebrows slanting there, giving a very distinct slant to her fair magnolia skin, such fairness being extremely precious to Southern women. They often protected their skin from the exposure of the hot Georgia sun by hats, veils, and gloves."
13. Lady Chatterley's Lover: "We are simply living in a tragic time, and therefore we do not wish to be alarmed. The cataclysm has come, we are in ruins, and we are beginning to build some new little habitats, to harbor some new tiny hopes. It is a rather difficult task. There is no easy road to the future, but we meander or climb over obstacles. We have to live no matter how much the sky turns upside down."
14. The Old Man and the Sea: "He was an old man fishing alone in a small boat in the Gulf Stream, and had been there eighty-four days now without catching a single fish."
15. The Unbearable Lightness of Being: "Nietzsche often dwelled with philosophers on a mysterious view of the 'return of the multitude': think of the things we have experienced, think of them replaying themselves as if they were yesterday, or even replaying themselves endlessly! What does this epileptic vision mean?"
16, "Spirit Mountain": "You're on a long-distance bus **** car, that worn-out car, phased out of the city, on a very poorly maintained mountainous public, with potholes all over the road, and you've been bumping around for twelve hours from early morning to this small county in the southern mountains."
17: The Lover: "I was getting old, and one day, in the lobby of a public ****ing place, a man came up to me. He took the initiative to introduce himself, and he said to me, 'I know you and will always remember you.' At that time, you were young, and everyone said you were beautiful, and now, I have come specifically to tell you that for me, I think you are more beautiful now than when you were young, when you were a young woman, and I love your battered face now more than the way you looked then."
18. The Trial: "Someone must have falsely accused Joseph K., because one morning he was arrested without having done anything wrong."
19, "Lolita": "Lolita, the light of my life, the fire of my lust. My sin, my soul. Lolita: Tongue up, in three steps, gently falling on the teeth from the palate down. Lo-lyta."
20. Emma: "Emma Woodhouse was clear, intelligent, and well-to-do, with a comfortable home and a happy disposition, and seemed to have had several happinesses in life at once, and had passed almost twenty-one years on earth without a care in the world."
21, Fiction: "I am the Han called Ma Yuan, and I write novels. I like the sky and my stories are more or less sensationalized."
22. 'Old Ground': "When I reached the boundary of Company C on the hill, I stopped to look back at the barracks, and in the gray morning mist the barracks below came clearly into view. We were leaving that day. It had been covered in snow when we moved in three months ago, and now the first tender leaves of spring were budding. At the time I mused that, however desolate the landscape might be to us, I feared that I should never fear the weather there to be more disagreeable than it was here, and now that I look back on it, it has not left me the slightest pleasant memory."
23. CHAMILIA: "At this moment I am standing once more in front of this little picture in a simple frame. I am leaving for my home early tomorrow morning, so I look long and hard at this little picture, as if it could say some auspicious parting words to me."
24. Don Quixote: "There is a place in Mancha, the name of which need not be mentioned, where not long ago there lived a nobleman. A nobleman of his kind had a spear in his spear-rack, and a leather shield, a lean horse, and a hare-hunting dog. There was more beef than mutton in the pot, and cold diced meat was often eaten for dinner, fried eggs in tallow on Saturdays, lentils on Fridays, and a wild chick pigeon added on Sundays, which took three-fourths of his income, and the rest of the money bought black tweed coats, shaggy socks, and flat shoes for festivals, whereas in the ordinary course of the day he was always proudly dressed in a good brown tweed coat. The family consisted of a housekeeper in her forties, a niece under twenty, and a lad who could farm and procure, and prepare his horses and trim his trees."
25, Brighton Nook: "Hale had not been in Brighton for three hours when he learned that they were going to murder him."
26, "The Betrayed Will": "The pregnant Mrs. Golangudjie ate too much cow's intestines and actually prolapsed, and her underlings had to give her astringent medicine, but it caused her membranes to burst, and the fetus, Golangudjie, slipped into a vein and went up the vein, and was born out of his mother's ear."