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 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 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 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 Hill, 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 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, 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.
2. 200 words of reading notes for three can excerpt good words and sentences to make up the wordChildhood Every person has their own memories, worth cherishing the good times. For us childhood is my most valuable collection, Gorky wrote the book "Childhood" to say, childhood should be his a tragic encounter, a deep memory! I read a lot of books during the vacation, and I was most interested in the book "Childhood". It shows us Alyosha's struggle for light in a dark society and the Russian society in the 1970s and 1980s. After reading "Childhood", I felt the tragedy of Gorky's life, and thought that we are a lucky generation, because when Gorky was three years old, his father died of illness, and his mother took him back to her mother's house. Unfortunately, his grandfather was a selfish and tyrannical small businessman, but the development of capitalist Russia interrupted his dreams of becoming rich, and he went bankrupt and became impoverished. Poor mother remarried, fell ill and died, and at the age of eleven, the author was brutally thrown out of the house by his grandfather, and went to the society to earn his own living. ...... Gorky truly described his own miserable childhood, and I am glad for myself - I was not born in that time, I was not subjected to this kind of suffering, I did not lose my parents. I am happy that I was not born in that time and did not suffer from this kind of pain, and that I did not lose my parents ...... I am very happy because I had a wonderful childhood. I remember once, my mother bought two dozen swimming tickets from someone else, at noon, my mother rode a bicycle to send me back to my grandmother's house for dinner, after a while, my mother told me to give these ten swimming tickets to my aunt, when I arrived at my aunt's house, I gave my aunt the swimming tickets in passing, and ran back to my grandmother's house in the twinkling of an eye, and suddenly my aunt called my mother, and my aunt said, "How are these swimming tickets are missing so much?" Mom asked and said, "I don't know, my daughter said she didn't take them." Auntie asked strangely, "So now there are only five." Mom repeated the question to me many times, mom said, "I don't know." Mom said to me with a comforting, "Did you get ah? Why did auntie say it would be gone?" I cried and said, "I didn't take it anyway, if you don't believe me, forget it." Later, my aunt called my mom and told her that my uncle had taken it, and my mom said she was sorry, and I said I didn't need it. My childhood is so full of joy, full of happiness, so I want to cherish what I have now! After reading the book "Childhood", I have great inspiration, the book tells us to be persistent in seeking knowledge, not afraid of difficulties, perseverance, and a positive attitude towards learning and life! Reading "Backstory" Today, I read Zhu Ziqing's essay: "Backstory". Today, I read Zhu Ziqing's essay "Back Shadow". The main story is that Zhu Ziqing's grandmother died and his father lost his job. It shows the financial situation of Zhu's family. This is really a day of misfortune! In order to pay for his grandmother's funeral, his father borrowed money from everywhere. After the funeral, Zhu Ziqing had to go to Beijing to study. His father sent him to the train station, bought him a bag of vermillion oranges, and asked his son to be careful on the road, and watched his son leave before he was relieved. Reading The Backstory, I felt the greatness of a father's love! Just as the text says: "At this time, I saw his back, my tears quickly stayed down ." Yes! Because the author felt his father's love, he couldn't help but have a sore nose and leave tears . Even I cried when I saw this! Right! Our father loves us and cares for us. Speaking of which, I can't help but think of my father. My father is a general manager, his company is in Sichuan, so he is very busy at work. He is in Sichuan from Monday to Friday, and only comes back to see me on Saturday and Sunday, and then leaves for Sichuan early Monday morning. My dad loves me, and every time I do well in my exams, he buys me whatever I want (as long as it's not more than 600 RMB). One day, I went to celebrate Ran Libing's eleventh birthday. I had to go to Jiefangbei. It wasn't far, but he was worried. I looked at his uneasy face and said with a smile, "Why? I'm already ten years old. Going to Jiefangbei is nothing. It's a piece of cake. I can even go to Longhu alone!" "Don't brag, let's do it this way! Dad will drive you, okay?" Dad replied. "Why?" I said, "To exercise me! And save you some gas." Dad still insisted on his opinion: "But ......" Just as I was discussing with Dad, suddenly, Zeng Xiaoyun from next door called, saying that she was also going to Ran Libing's birthday and wanted to go with me. "That's a relief! I'll go with Zeng Xiaoyun." I said to Dad. Dad said to me, "Well! But you have to pay special attention: the two of you should not be separated, and even go to the toilet together ......" Suddenly, I felt very hard in my heart, and my nose was so sore that the tears were about to stay. I was touched by my dad! But I tried my best to hold back the tears. In this incident, I really realized my father's love. The Greatest Ears of Wheat--Su Xiaolin--After reading The Greatest Ears of Wheat, people often say that there is no such store after this village, which is the same as what Socrates told his disciples in The Greatest Ears of Wheat. Socrates, the great scholar of ancient Greece, let his disciples pick the biggest one in the wheat field, only allowed to enter not to retreat, the disciples always think that there are still a lot of opportunities, not to be determined too early. As a result, when they reached the end of the wheat field, each of them was empty-handed. The last sentence of the article says: the pursuit should be the biggest, but the immediate spike in the hand, which is real. As I read, I was reminded of my cousin. My cousin finished college and got a bachelor's degree. He was in his late twenties and was very ambitious, he was ready to build a new world in the society with what he had learned in more than ten years of hard study. He was actively looking for a job, interviews, he thought he was an engineer, this skill but many people do not have, construction companies rush to want it! He always smacked people poor treatment, a series of two years looking for work, interviewed dozens of companies, aunt often advised him to find a better job even if, starting from the low level, then cousin finally got the hang of it to accept the views of the four years later, today, his annual salary has been the number of six figures. Doing and picking up ears of wheat, the opportunity is one of the large and small ears of wheat, like doing homework, doing homework is the opportunity to see the test questions, read extracurricular books is the opportunity to gain knowledge, do housework is the opportunity to exercise independence ...... We can not be overly ambitious, we must know how to grasp the opportunity in front of us, the road of life is indeed very long, but it's The road is long, but it is a road that only advances and does not retreat, the road of opportunity for each person, etc., know how to cherish the opportunity of talent can be a great show. The mountains are suspended like islands.
The surrounding mountains are like a colorful canvas. There are waves and peaks, layers and layers of mountains.
The mountains are black and pale, with no edge, and the cliffs are cut like an axe. 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 cold. 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. Good paragraph Standing here to see, really strange, the mountains simply changed, their shape and in the plains or mid-level look up very different, they become very cascading, messy, majestic and peculiar.
Looking up, the mountains are the sky, the sky is also the mountains, before and after the mountains, as if your nose can touch the mountains at any time. You can see a misty giant peak jutting out in the distance, surrounded by dozens of smaller rocky peaks.
A closer look, the giant peak like the Monkey King holding a golden rod, those small peaks are like scratching the ears of the little monkey. Look, the Monkey King is leading its children to the South Heavenly Gate to kill it.
The white sky, the mountains pale black like iron, solemn, solemn. As the red sun rises, one mountain peak is ink-blue in color.
Immediately after, the mist rose, the milky veil to the heavy mountains spaced out, leaving only the tip of the green peaks, really like a fresh ink, sparse and dense landscape painting. After a while, the fog and dispersed, the exposed rock walls, cliffs, by the sunlight dyed red, and gradually turned into a bronze color, and green trees, green fields contrast each other, appearing to be particularly magnificent.
The overlapping mountains, can not see a village, can not see a piece of rice paddies, these mountains are like some drunken old man, one by one, sleeping for tens of millions of years, never woke up their dreams, no one dared to go deep into their hearts, that is, that the most adventurous hunters, but also only to the foot of their feet, to chase those who run down from the mountains of the mountain goats, wild boars and birds, never climb its peak. never climb to its peak. There is no more than the spring rains after the bath of the green mountains more charming, the entire mountainside, are verdant green, did not come to the end of the fog like elegant silk, a strand of the waist wrapped in it, the sun will be every leaf on the raindrops, are turned into colorful pearls.
Pointed knife-like hill, picking a few wisps of milky white fog, mist, vaguely visible a thin line. This wall of stone like a skyscraper face up to pressure, as high as it will collapse down aggressively.
On the top of the mountain, the dense and rounded woods seem to buckle on the wall of a huge black carpet hat, black and green from the rock wall jumped out of a cluster of unknown wildflowers. The sky is full of red clouds, the sea is full of golden waves, the red sun like a furnace boiling steel, spewing out, golden light dazzling.
In the morning, the sun is like a new bride who just went out, shyly showing half a face. The sun went down, and its parting glare jetted out from the treetops, coloring the white clouds in blood and the green hills in blood.
The sun slowly through the clouds, revealing a long swollen red face, like a shy little mother looking at the earth. Bright sunlight through the gap between the leaves, through the early fog, a ray of sprinkled all over the campus.
The sun was lower, blood red, and the water was a dazzling eye-watering expanse of light that stretched from the edge of the ocean right up to the edge of the boat. The sky was dyed blood-red by the setting sun, and the peach-colored clouds were reflected in the running water; the whole river turned purple, and the sky seemed to be ablaze with fire.
Spring, the sun is warm, it stretches out the warmth of the big hand, rubbing people all over the body comfortable. A gust of spring wind, blowing away the clouds, the sun is happy to reveal a smiling face, the warmth and light sprinkled all over the lake.
The hot sun hangs high in the sky, and the red light shoots to the ground like a rocket, and the ground is on fire, reflecting the flames of the oil as it boils and fries. I didn't dare to look up at the sun, but I felt that it was dazzling everywhere, in the air, on the roof, on the ground, all of them were bright white, white with a bit of red, from top to bottom the whole thing was like a very big mirror of fire, and every strip was the focus of the mirror of fire, as if everything was about to burn up.
Late fall, the sun hangs lazily in the sky, like an old man showing his smiling face dozing. The sun in late fall is covered with a reddish-orange lampshade, radiating a soft light, shining on the body, face, warm.
As soon as the sun arrives in the fall, it spreads its light all over the earth. See, the fields are golden, the grounds are golden, the mountains are also golden.
The sun in winter is as pale as the moon. The sun is being entangled in thin clouds and putting out a pale dazzling white light.
The sun works all year long, and in winter, it is so exhausted that it can hardly release any heat. The warmth of the sun, through the dense foliage sprinkled down, into a point of golden light spots.
The distant lofty mountains, reflected in the sun, put on a golden yellow coat, looks particularly beautiful. The sunlight was filtered by the layers of leaves, leaking into his body into a faint round gently swaying halo.
It was eight or nine o'clock in the morning, and the bright sunlight coated the leaves with ring after ring of golden-silver halos. The sun shone through the pale clouds and reflected a silvery light on the white earth, dazzling the eyes.
The golden sunlight pours down, injected into the blue waves, making the monotonous and calm sea and become some color. When the red sunlight is on the tip of the mountain, the fog is drawn away like a curtain, and the city gradually appears in the golden sunlight.
The sunlight that pierced through the cloud blocks was like a golden thread, crisscrossing the light gray and blue-gray clouds and stitching them into a pattern of incomparable beauty. The sun had just risen above the mountains, hidden by the bright red sunset, and the sunlight shone down from the cloud crevices like countless giant dragons spewing golden waterfalls.
The golden sunlight poured through the cracks and sprinkled on the grasses nourished by the brown land. The sky was a clear blue, and the brilliant sunlight was coming down through the gaps in the dense pine needles, forming thick and thin columns of light, illuminating the forest shade that was billowing with a gauzy mist.
The sun's fiery red smile lifted the veil from the hazy campus. A fuchsia colored sunrise appeared in the sky, like a blooming red rose.
On Sunday morning, I followed my grandfather to the orange grove like a happy bird. A cool autumn wind blew in my face, and I immediately felt relaxed and happy, and the fatigue of the mountain climbing immediately flew into the sky.
Life, that is, nature will give mankind to carve the gem.
-Michevan A great soul strengthens the mind and the life. --Emerson There is only one kind of heroism in the world, and that is the man who knows life and loves it.
--Roman Roland We can only have life if we give it.
We have to measure life by deeds and not by time. --Seneca the Younger Life is long if it is utilized well.
--Seneca Life is splendid in its splendor and true in its ordinariness.
-- Darwin To cherish life is to cherish today. --Proverb Whoever fills each moment with profundity is prolonging his life indefinitely.
-- Kurtz We live only once, but once is enough if we use it rightly. --English Proverb Life cannot be lived twice, but many people do not spend it even once well.
--Lucette ● The lake murmured faintly in the dry grass, and the fluttering wings of one or two ducklings came from time to time in the distance, making the moonlit night even more lonely and cold. ● Several leaves of white sails, in this water and sky of golden sea, like a few snow-white feathers, lightly floating, floating.
● The sea is full of water, shining in the setting sun, waves like naughty little children like jumping uncertainly, the water is a golden light. There is a bright moon on the sea, and the sky is the end of the world **** this time.
--Tang/Zhang Jiuling "Looking at the Moon" The moonrise startles the mountain birds, singing in the spring stream. --The moon is out, and the birds are singing in the spring stream.
--Tang/Du Mu, "Walking in the Mountains" The bright moon startles the magpies on other branches, and the clear wind chirps the cicadas in the middle of the night.
The river flows straight down three thousand feet, suspected to be the Milky Way falling to the nine heavens.
-- Song / Wang Anshi "Mooring Guazhou" Heaven's door interrupts the Chu River, the blue water flows east to this return. --- Tang/Li Bai "Looking at Tianmen Mountain" The Baidi colorful clouds in the morning, thousands of miles of Jiangling one day return.
--Tang/Li Bai "Early departure from Baidi City" The moon shines between the pines, and the clear spring flows over the stones. --The water of the Yellow River comes from the sky and never returns to the sea.
--Tang/Li Bai "Will enter the river" The sound of apes on both sides of the river can not be cried, light boat has passed ten thousand mountains.
5. 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!
6. Good words and good sentences not less than 200 wordsWhen the fairy tale of the kind of gorgeous romance and beautiful breath immovable faded, the sad story once again staged, we are familiar with the little girl who sells matches was descended on the body of the death that everyone is afraid of.
But the girl peacefully fell asleep, near the side of her long-awaited grandmother's soul, at that moment, the world has long not remembered that she had a hurried pace, the night sends the wind to take away the heaviest sighs. Although life is very far away from their own very far, the soul and body distance, but also just the end of the world, but never deny the girl's eternal goodness, because her heart is still remembering the "happy winter".
The memory of the past is too chaotic, leaving a sentence too late to say to sincerely give back to the world that has never made himself happy. The wind and waltzing snow even if charming, but can not cover this bone-chilling low temperature, if the life can not be accomplished, the heart is broken and so on.
We shivered in the cold wind, that is, by the wizard called Muggle us, seems to think that winter is a redundant season, we can not find forgotten happiness in this season, has also been. However, we have forgotten to bless this season, leaving a word too late to sincerely give back to the world that has never made himself happy, that is, called by the wizard as a muggle us, the night sends the wind to take away the heaviest sighs, because her heart still reads "happy winter", heart broken and so on.
The memory of the past is too messy. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you can get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
Each season does not exist by chance, if the birth can not be complete, it seems to think that winter is a redundant season. But the girl fell asleep peacefully, we can not find the forgotten happiness in this season, but also has been stupid to think that in winter we are a group of lonely people.
But we were all wrong. We counted only the temperature, can never deny the girl's eternal goodness, close by is her long-awaited grandmother's soul, in the winter became a luxury, their arrival has a beginning and an end, but temporarily forget the temperature of other people's hearts, the Arctic spring is like our winter, that moment, the sad story once again, the world long ago did not remember that she had been in a hurry to pace the distance between the soul and the body.
We were shivering in the cold wind, but the cycle is unending, we are familiar with the little girl selling matches was descended on the death that everyone is afraid of. We had let loose the season of temperature, but could not hide the bone-chilling cold.
Although life is far, far away from oneself when the fairy tale of the kind of gorgeous romance and beautiful breath immovable faded.