Schoolyard School building Classroom Playground Runway Quiet Ruckus Noisy Noisy Clean Clean Clean Clean Tidy Joyful Playing Doing exercises
Sports ground Athletic field Green Quiet
Vibrant vitality Vibrant life Springtime garden Full of sunshine Loud voices, the sound of books, the hustle and bustle Draped willows, shaded lanes
You chased me, you laughed, the environment is quiet, the scent is fragrant. The scenery is fascinating, and we are thriving, and we are growing up, and we are in groups, and we are making a lot of noise, and we are singing a lot of 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.
Good Words and Sentences about High Mountains
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Good Words
High Mountains Groups of Mountains Miraculous Mountains Arable Hills Slopes Mountain Forests
Thousands of Hills A Thousand Hills A Thousand Hills A Thousand Hills A Thousand Hills A Thousand Hills Thousand Hills Thousands of Hills Thousands of Hills Mountains of Hundred Styles Mountains of Rock and Stone Strongly Bold Hills of Water and Water Mountains of Water and Water Mountains of Tall Trees and Trees Valley Under Valley Green Water of the Mountains Mountains of the Blue Sea of the Blue Sea of Green Hills
The Peaks have peaks of cleanliness, beautifulness, inch by inch of grass and shrugged up into the sky of the clouds of the clouds of the clouds of fog. The peaks are towering, the mountains are majestic, the mountains are clustered, and there are thousands of mountains
Good Sentence
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 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 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
Anonymous
Good Words
Autumn Autumnal Equinox Autumn Mid-Autumn Autumn Color Autumn Harvest Autumn Rain Autumn Fruit Autumn Frost Twilight Autumn Autumn Wild Early Autumn Late Autumn Autumn Autumn
Autumn Height Autumnal Rain Autumn Season Autumn Wind Autumnal Breeze Autumnal Winds Dusted with Dyed Forests Sky of High Cloud Autumn Clouds Autumnal Winter
Chrysalis Ascending High Autumnal Leaf Withered Leaf Autumnal Grass Withered yellow laurel fragrance Autumn heat like 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
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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.
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.
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 sound of the rhythmic beat of the beach at high or low tide is like the lullaby of a mother patting her baby to sleep
The sound of the tide is like the lullaby of a mother patting her baby to sleep.