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Sun Sunrise Sunrise Bright sun Golden sun Cool sun Remaining sun Slanting sun Red sun Chaoyang sun Blazing sun Hot sun Red sun Spring summer Autumn winter Sunset Sunset Eclipse Solar eclipse Sun dizziness Sunshade Day wheel Sunset Fiery wheel Golden wheel Red round Sunshine Sunny sunshine Sunny morning sunshine Chalice sunshine Morning sunshine Sunset sunrise Sunset Sunshine Remaining sunshine Slanting sunshine Brilliant sunshine Falling sunshine Remaining sunshine Fire umbrella Sunhead Red wheel Fire wheel Golden wheel Golden Crow Sunset Sunshine Splendid Raiding dazzling dazzling Scorching heat Cool sun Sunhead Sunrise Sunset Fiery hot Hot glow Glow Glow Fireball Golden Yellow Bright red Flame red Slightly red Light red Vermilion Purple ochre Red Crimson Scarlet Rising sun

Red colorful golden hot Warm warm

The sun hangs in the middle of the day The sun is in the middle of the day The sun is past noon The sun is blazing hot The sun is high The sun is hot The sun is poisonous The sun is full of sun

The sun is high The sun is high The sun is high The sun is high The sun is bright The sun is bright The sun is bright The sun is bright The sun is bright

The sun is high The sun is bright The sun is bright The sun is bright p>

The sun is setting The sun is setting The sun is setting The sun is setting The sun is setting The sun is setting The sun is setting The sun is setting The sun is setting The sun is going to set

The sun is going to set The sun is going to set The sun is going to sink The sun is going to sink The sun is sinking The sun is sinking The sun is sinking The sun is sinking The sun is sinking The sun is sinking The sun is sinking The sun is sinking The sun is sinking The sun is sinking The sun is sinking The sun is sinking The sun is sinking The sun is sinking The sun is sinking The sun is sinking The sun is sinking The sun is sinking The sun is sinking gt;

The red sun is slanting west, the red sun is falling west, the red sun is sinking west, the sun is approaching dusk

The sun is setting west, the sun is moving west, the sun's shadow is slanting west, the sun is falling west,

The sun is setting west, the sun is pressing on the mountain, the sun is sinking west, the sun is falling west

The sun is setting west, the sun is sinking west, the sun is sinking west,

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Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset Sunset in the Western Mountains A slanting sun A sunset A sunset

Falls slowly The sunlight first shines The sunlight caresses The sunlight shines

Sunshine is warm and warm The sunshine is sunny The sunshine is sunny The sunshine is sunny

Sunshine is warm and warm The sunshine is warm and warm The sunshine is sunny The sunshine is sunny The sunshine is sunny The sunshine is sunny The sunshine is sunny The sunshine is sunny The sunshine is sunny The sunshine is sunny direct sunlight sunlight slanting

The morning sunlight is brilliant brilliant morning sunlight brilliant light morning sunlight full of sunlight

Golden sunshine golden sunshine Golden sunshine golden light dazzling golden sunshine golden sunshine golden sunshine

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A mass of red light, a trace of brightness, a golden disk rolling

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The sky is full of red clouds, the sea is full of golden waves, and the red sun is like a furnace of boiling of steel, spewing out with a dazzling golden light.

Morning, the sun is like a new daughter-in-law just out of the house, shyly showing half a face.

The sun went down, and its parting glare shot 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 girl looking at the earth.

Bright sunlight through the gaps between the leaves, through the early fog, a strand of sprinkled all over the campus.

The sun was lower, blood red, and the water was a dazzling, eye-opening expanse of light that stretched from the ocean's edge right up to the edge of the boat.

The sky was dyed blood-red by the setting sun, and the peach-colored clouds reflected on the running water, and the whole of the river turned purple, and it seemed as if the sky were ablaze with fire.

Spring, the sun is warm, it stretched out the warm hand, rubbing people all over the body.

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 hung high in the sky, and the red light shot up to the ground like a rocket, and the ground caught fire, reflecting the flames of the oil as it boiled and fried.

Did not dare to look up to see the sun, only to feel everywhere dazzling, the air, the roof, on the ground, are a white bright piece of white, white through the red, from top to bottom of the whole like a great mirror of fire, each is the focal point of the mirror of fire, as if everything is 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 like 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, and the mountains are golden.

The sun in winter is as pale as the moon.

The sun is being entangled in thin clouds, letting out a pale dazzling white light.

The sun works all year long, and when it gets busy in the winter, it is so exhausted that it can barely put out any heat.

The warmth of the sun, through the dense foliage sprinkled down into a bit of golden light spots.

The distant lofty mountains, in the sunshine, put on a golden yellow coat, looks particularly beautiful.

The sunlight was filtered by the layers of leaves, leaking to him 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 and silver halos.

The sun shone through the pale clouds, reflecting a silvery glow on the white earth that dazzled the eyes.

Golden sunlight poured down into the blue waves, making the monotonous and calm sea become somewhat colorful.

When the reddish sunlight was on the tips of the mountains, the fog pulled back like a curtain, and the city gradually appeared in the golden sunlight.

The sunlight that pierced through the cloud patches was like a golden thread, crisscrossing the light gray and blue-gray clouds and stitching them together into a pattern of incomparable beauty.

The sun had just risen over the mountains, hidden by a bright red haze, and the sunlight shone down through the cracks in the clouds like countless dragons spewing out golden waterfalls.

Golden sunlight poured through the cracks and spilled onto the grasses that the brown land nourished.

The sky was a clear blue, and brilliant sunlight was streaming down through the gaps in the dense pine needles, forming thick and thin columns of light that illuminated the shade of the forest, which was billowed with a gauzy mist.

The sun's fiery red smile lifted the veil from the hazy campus.

A fuchsia glow appeared in the sky, like a blooming red rose.

The sun, huh, which had just risen, was full of spirit and red light, illuminating the whole world.

The fiery red rising sun has just penetrated the sea level, giving a rose color to the beautiful and quiet sea.

The sunrise shoots its rays onto the lake, and the breeze starts to rise, the fine waves jump, stirring up the lake full of broken gold.

Suddenly, the face of a round of red sun, sprinkled with a road of golden light, like a strip of gold whip, driving away the flying clouds and fog.

The sea jumped out of a round of red sun, bright and colorful, the sea and air suddenly sprinkled with the golden glory, the sea from the ink blue to blue.

Golden sunrise, gradually dyed red the eastern sky, the main peak of the tall Huangshan Mountain was brilliant clouds dyed a scarlet.

The sun in the sunrise greeted the red face, all of a sudden, ten thousand channels of golden light through the treetops to the water dyed a layer of carmine red.

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 tops were heavenly.

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 was shining, while the mountain was like a shy maiden, hidden from view, and the sun was setting in the west, and the afterglow was shining horizontally.

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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 strange. The mountains are very different from the plains or the mid-levels, they have become very layered and messy, majestic and strange. 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.

Only to see in the distance there is a misty giant peak protruding, surrounded by dozens of small stone peaks. At a closer look, the giant peak looks like the Monkey King holding a golden rod, and those small peaks look like little monkeys scratching their ears and cheeks. Look, the Monkey King is leading its children to the South Heavenly Gate to kill it. White sky, the mountains pale black like iron, solemn, solemn. The red sun rises, a mountain is ink blue. Immediately after, the mist rose, milky veil to the heavy mountains spaced out, leaving only the tip of the green peaks, really like a brush and ink fresh, sparse and dense landscape painting. After a while, the fog dispersed again, the exposed rock walls, cliffs, by the sunlight dyed red, and gradually turned into a bronze color, and the green trees, green fields contrast each other, looks 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 flying birds, never! climb to its peak.

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.

The sharp knife-like hill, picking up a few wisps of milky white fog, and in the mist, a slender thread was faintly visible.

The stone wall like a skyscraper on its face, as high as it is going to collapse down aggressively. On the top of the mountain, the dense forest seems to buckle on the wall of a huge black carpet hat, black and green from the rock wall popped up a cluster of unknown wildflowers.

The rain changed the mood of the park, northwest of the clouds, is the ink painting like the distant mountains, which is quite praised in the garden architecture "borrowed".

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The innocent and carefree, free and easy, childish and ridiculous, quite chest iodine belly, teeth learning to speak, hip-hop haha, you chased me to catch up with the head of a rat, fleeing away, poorly pursued and fought chaotically, chickens flying dog jumping, chicken dog is not quiet, thought it was, holding its breath, pointedly pointed, pointing to the finger, oil, slippery, pouting, running around, lovingly, can not help but be dumb, dumb and froze, froze head, froze brain, play playful play. I was so excited that I was able to get out of the water.

"Flop!" "Punt!" Everyone "defiantly" head into the clear river, some hands and feet in the water fluttering, some floating on the surface of the belly to the sky, some like loaches dive into the water.

Just a moment ago is still the quiet of the river, suddenly clamor: shouting, laughing and laughing, ruffling, hitting the water, splashing, you escape, I chased, a mess.

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We stripped off our clothes in a hurry at the river's edge, flung ourselves into the stream, and immediately began to fight water battles and chase and play. You see, we are divided into two teams, one team for the "enemy" and another team is the "Red Army". A pair of small palms to the other side of the water to splash, splashing everyone's face is full of crystal water droplets. Water to get blurred eyes, we will each retreat to the side, with a hand to wipe off, and then again fierce "attack". The entire creek immediately a clamor, shouting, laughter rose and fell, converged into a symphony of joy. Water fight tired, in the river to chase and play. A chase, a run, in the water through the drill, small body like a loach as slippery, how can not catch. The laughter and songs on the river, in and on both sides of the river far away from the swing.

We these little rascals will disregard the parents of the repeated advice, in groups of three or five to the small stone bay, take off their pants, bare bones into the water. Another is to tie the fierce, and erect dragonflies, and water fights, turning the river, one like a small loach, chasing in the water, shouting and screaming, playing and playing, really have indescribable coziness.

Several children with bare feet are treading water in the rain! The one who sings is Hong Hong, she sings while catching the rain from the sky with both hands. Followed by her Xiaoyu and Dingding while "pop-pop-pop-pop" on the ground of the rain stream, while rhythmically swinging arms, but also from time to time tilted his head, let the rain splitting the face of the rushing. At this time, I was tickled in my heart, and hurriedly threw off my shoes, pulled up my pants leg, rushed out of the room. Just ran behind Honghong, "flop", I fell on my back, splashing water have fallen on Honghong. Honghong turned around and said with a smile, "Quickly hit the falling dog!" After saying that, with his feet paddling up the water to hit me. I do not care to get up, and hastily cupped my hands to raise the water to the red face, the mouth also cheerfully shouted: "Come on! Come on!" Red can't hold back, "Aigoo, mama," screamed, hastily blocked his face with his hands, twisted his head backward. "Reinforcements are coming!" With a cheerful shout, Xiao Yu and Ding Ding attacked me. I immediately used my hands and feet to splash a column of water towards Xiaoyu and Tintin. "Hee hee hee--!" "Hahaha--!" Our pleasant laughter echoed in the blanket of rain.

Others:

1. If the blackboard is the vast ocean, then the teacher is the sailor on the sea. The moment the bell rings, you use the staff whip as a pulp, rowing that ship-like 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 waving 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, 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 trees, 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 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 at a loss.

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 concrete road appearance, footsteps are so light up and down, everyone's heart is so excited and thoughts surge.

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 hills, green water, good fields of the spring scenery, will be intoxicated; when you face like gold like silver, fruitful golden autumn season, will be overjoyed. Have you ever thought, that the spring color is the baptism through the cold after the Yingzi, that the beauty of the golden autumn is to accept the heat after the crystallization of the melting. ............ (He Tingting)

7, If you want to harvest the fruits in the golden autumn, then in the chilly early spring, you should roll up your trouser legs and go to the unremitting pioneering, sowing, plowing, until the day of harvest.

8, 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 does 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.

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. .............................. .............................. ...... Mao Dan

10, days are always like the fine yarn from the fingertips, inadvertently slipping down. Those days of sorrow and misuse of injury, in the water under the washing with the wave gently passed away, while leaving the joy and smile in the memory of the depths of the everlasting new.

11, melancholy mood evaporated. 12, faded memories. 13, Smoke burns again in the home of peace.

14, Some memories are burned away, some memories are buried in the bottom of the heart, the age of innocence like running water across the golden age.

15, I, to melt in the pink peach blossom petals, wipe away the whole day in your heart of the attachment. 16, I completely read the heart of the parents.

17, mother's love is a masterpiece that I can not finish reading for the rest of 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 drifted and stood outside the school, the moonlight, the father's shadow pulled a long time, huge trench coat will be wrapped up in the skinny bones of the father, my heart a burst of sour. .............................. ............ Lin Jingying

19, the true love in the world is like a big net, always warming people's hearts, just like mom'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 boat 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 youth without shame. .............................. .............................. .............................. ...... Gu Weiya

22, the past is like a song, in the journey of life, although there have been ups and downs, there have been regrets, but did not lose the beauty of youth. Believe in yourself, there is always hope, 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, moonlight is quiet. Raindrops on the thatched cottage, the dim light, the mother closely sewed the traveler's jacket, suddenly, a cold wind squeezed into the thatched cottage window, the mother seems to catch a cold, with a strong tiredness coughed a few times. I woke up in a dream, staring blankly at my aged mother under the lamp ......

26, night, the spring breeze blowing softly. I rested my chin, sitting on the colorful steps of the fallen, and another unforgettable thing came to my mind.

Student essay good sentence and paragraph excerpt

1, If the blackboard is the vast ocean, then the teacher is the sailor on the sea. The moment the bell rings, you use the staff whip as a pulp, rowing that ship-like 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 waving 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.

6, when you are in the face of warm winds, birds and flowers, green hills, green water, good fields of the spring scenery, will be intoxicated; when you face like gold like silver, fruitful golden autumn season, will 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 melting.

7, if you want to harvest fruit in the golden autumn, then in the cold invasion of early spring, should roll up the trouser leg, go unremittingly to broaden the land, sowing, plowing, until the day of harvest.

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 to see the hope of life; love is sprinkled on the ground in a long 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 through 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 new.

11, melancholy mood evaporated.

12, faded memories.

13, Smoke burns again in the home of peace.

14, Some memories are burned away, some memories are buried in the bottom of the heart, the age of innocence like running water across the golden age.

15, I, to melt in the pink peach blossom petals, wipe away the whole day in your heart of the attachment.

16, I completely read my parents' hearts.

17. Mother's love is a book that I can't finish reading all my life; mother's love is a piece of sky that I can never fly out of.

18, when the yellow autumn leaves swaying with the wind, the deep autumn drifted 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 world's true love is like a big net, always warming people's hearts, such as mom'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 in the road, 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 the stars.

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 ......

26, night, the spring breeze blowing softly. I rested my chin, sitting on the colorful steps of the fall, and another unforgettable thing came to my mind.

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