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Roadside Sentence Making-Using Roadside Sentences

First, the road ahead is winding up, and the roadside is full of different kinds of trees. No matter the towering trees with dense branches and leaves, or the young trees that have just pulled out their buds and straightened up, they are more full of vitality and vitality than the trees planted in the community.

second, the snow is getting heavier and heavier, and the dry branches are decorated with snow, which is no longer monotonous; The vehicles parked by the roadside have become pure white windows with white roofs, which are like cartoon dreams; The red lanterns hanging high at the entrance of the community are more and more red at the top because of the snow; The table tennis table in the school playground is all covered with snow, a picture wrapped in white.

third, through the tall pine trees along the road, there is a cotton field next to it, with bright yellow and purple flowers, and occasionally some small cotton peaches can be seen. The blossoming flowers, set off by green leaves, seem to be telling the fruitful results of autumn.

Fourth, the roadside lights give off the light of Huang Cancan, which is very dazzling. At that moment, I felt as if a stranger was following me behind me, so I walked with great strides and often looked around. When you find no one else, keep walking. My mood is uneasy.

fifth, it's too cold this day. Even the small flowers and grass on the roadside have tightened their bodies.

6. One morning, I passed a place and suddenly saw a pair of small black eyes on the roadside. I stopped and walked in front of him, and he didn't flinch from such a move. He is only four or five years old, and his childlike appearance makes me infinitely fond of him. Oh!

7. Although the burning sun has not yet shone directly, the sand beside the road has shown timid light. Grass, too, seems to be unable to withstand the scorching of the sun and slowly hangs down its leaves. Only the fish in the pond are not afraid of the heat and swim freely in the water of the trees near the shore.

8. The loess with high and low heights is rolling like waves along the roadside. The sun was buried in the loess, and it was fleshy red. However, the sun is still burning strangely, turning their flesh purple and black, and it seems that they can still smell a burnt smell.

IX. Shaded Populus davidiana by the roadside, endless grape vines in the field. In early summer, all kinds of wild flowers are blooming: red, purple, pink and yellow, like beautiful spots embroidered on a green carpet; Crowds of bees are busy among the flowers, sucking nectar and flying around hard.

1. At the foot of the mountain, by the stream, by the roadside and in the park, when you happen to find that the winter jasmine has quietly poked its head out, you will immediately think that it is Miss Chun who has come to give good news.

Xi. I love summer. The courtyard is full of flowers and the roadside is shaded by green willows. I love summer, everything grows in the field, and birds fly under the blue sky; I love summer, cicadas sing in the bushes and frogs recite by the pond.

12. Our primary school is located beside the Chengdu-Chongqing Highway. From a distance, several buildings in the school are all hidden among the green leaves.

XIII. In the fields and hillsides along the road, wild chrysanthemums are golden yellow, like stars dotted with blue sky, decorated with vast Yuan Ye.

In the early morning, white clouds are floating in the light blue sky, the leaves on the roadside are blown by the breeze, and the birds are chirping and jumping back and forth in the trees, as if to tell people that a new day has begun.

XV. Populus davidiana under the shade of roadside; A rootless grape trellis in the field; All kinds of wild flowers are in bloom, red, pink, purple and white, like beautiful spots on a green carpet; Crowds of bees are busy among the flowers, sucking the stamens and flying around hard. The scenery at this moment tells people that early summer is coming.

Sixteen, many poplars, like street trees on the road to school, stand neatly on campus. Since I was on duty to clean the road to school, I have deeply felt that the poplar leaves left a good impression on me in the process of picking up fallen leaves.

17th, just in winter, the wind is not so cold, but the wind is very strong. The trees on the roadside were swayed by the wind, and whined from time to time. The streets were dusty, and the scraps of paper scattered on the ground were swept into the sky by the wind and danced high in the gloomy sky.

eighteen, the pine trees on the roadside danced with the wind.

XIX. Branches along the roadside cut the sunset, constantly sprinkling the light debris on the gold-stained ground.

twenty, this day, it's too cold. Even the small flowers and grass on the roadside have tightened their bodies. The cold north wind is blowing and howling like a roaring lion. The wind hurts me mercilessly like a knife. The wind is like a naughty child. I have clenched my clothes tightly, but the wind can still run into me.

twenty-one, the roadside is covered with patches of green grass, which is so full of vitality. When spring comes, the grass is paved into a green land at once. Look carefully, they are so green, so watery that even the veins are exposed. How gratifying! Especially its tenacious vitality!

twenty-two, the shady trees along the road are lush, and cicadas sing in unison, as if they are boasting about their seasons.

twenty-three, the land under your feet and the stones along the road seem to have become accustomed to the world of mortals and romantic moons, and they are no longer interested in the things around them, showing the profoundness of the road with silence. Only a few newly feathered birds prance back and forth between trees and flowers, enjoying the pleasure of soaring by themselves.

twenty-four, the winding mountain road is like a ladder in front of you, especially the eighteen sets of straight down, almost 9 degrees. The portrait above is standing on the head, and the people below are stepping on their feet. There are wild flowers on the roadside, each with its own characteristics, emitting intoxicating fragrance.

25. In the cold wind, I found winter. The winter wind roared like a brotherhood of the wolf, and the branches blown by the winter wind "squeaked". The branches blown by the roadside became bare arms; The yellow sand blown on the road was rolled into a piece. Outside the window, the wind played a symphony and danced with leaves and snowflakes.

in summer, plants, flowers and insects are full of vitality. Lawn green grass, competing to pull the ground, one is higher than anyone; Willows by the roadside, swaying branches, wriggling left and right; Flower bed flowers, you squeeze me and push, rushing to show off the beauty; The cicadas in the tree, pulling their voices and singing love songs.

Twenty-seven, before Tomb-Sweeping Day, the banks of the Tanghe River put on their spring costumes, which is the time when the flowers are pink, the willows are green and the birds are dancing. The sun shines on the wheat seedlings that have been pulled out, giving off a pungent wheat fragrance. Highland barley, it's already in the booting stage. The flowing water in the roadside channel is crystal clear, rushing its long journey back to the sea.

twenty-eight, gradually, the weather is getting colder and the wind is much colder. In the morning, the cold wind blows on the face like a knife, and the poplar branches on the roadside dance wildly in the wind, and the dry branches make a rattling sound from time to time. The withered grass on the roadside hangs its head listlessly, shivering in the strong wind and making a rustling sound.

twenty-nine, with the passage of time, the fog gradually faded, like a milky gauze, dreamy, dreamy, poetic and picturesque. The surrounding things also magically appeared, the buildings on both sides of the street resumed their former majestic posture, and the flowers and trees along the road reappeared their former elegance.

3. The flowering period of Chinese rose is very long, and it can bloom all year round, so people call it "Chinese rose". It is not only beautiful and delicious, but also very adaptable. Whether it is planted in a flowerpot or grows by the roadside, whether it is in severe winter or hot summer, it can grow tenaciously and show its strong vitality to people.

thirty-one, the gentle hillside is inlaid with pink buckwheat fields, and the roadside is paved with green highland barley fields. The fence made of logs leads to the distant virgin forest along the winding dirt road. Tibetan diaojiao buildings are scattered along the roadside, and cows and sheep are hidden from time to time in the light blue smoke of boiling milk tea ... The whole atmosphere presents a medieval local flavor.

thirty-two, her heart is full of joy, like dandelions and cat's eye flowers blooming by the roadside.

thirty-three, look, transparent dewdrops are rolling on the green leaves and blowing in the wind, just like crystal pearls. On the grass like a green carpet, there are towering trees. The flowers on the roadside are competing for each other, and all of them are smiling. The burning sun is hanging in the sky, and white clouds are floating freely ...

34. Wild chrysanthemums are golden yellow in the wilderness by the roadside and on the hillside, decorated with wide fields like stars decorating the blue sky.

thirty-five, this day, it's too cold. Even the small flowers and grass on the roadside have tightened their bodies. The cold north wind is blowing and howling like a roaring lion. The wind hurts me mercilessly like a knife, and the wind is like a naughty child.

thirty-six, in the distance, an unknown bird began to cry, as if to pour out the joy after bathing. Nearby, the rain beads condensed on the leaves are still dripping down, dripping in the small puddles along the road, making an unusually crisp sound.

thirty-seven, Populus davidiana shaded by the roadside, endless grape vines in the field ... In early summer, all kinds of wild flowers bloom: red, purple, pink and yellow, like beautiful spots embroidered on a green carpet; Crowds of bees are busy among the flowers, sucking stamens and flying around hard ...

Thirty-eight, the night before seemed to be frosty, and the nameless flowers and grasses along the roadside were covered with a thin layer of ice. There are a few flowers with frost on them, which are particularly beautiful. Those timid little ice hockey are the "little angels who explore the spring letter" that Xu Zhimo said!

thirty-nine, Xiaoyu is walking on the path, jumping and jumping. Suddenly, the chirping of grasshoppers came from the roadside grass, crisp and loud. Xiao Yu thought it was fun, so he stopped and listened carefully. The voice of "Guo Guo" seemed to be on the left for a while and on the right for a while, and it was difficult to distinguish it for a while. Xiao Yu was scratching his head.

forty, the car sped forward, and I saw many such trees in the distance. I think I can't count them. These trees spread far away until the end of the road ... Suddenly I saw a tree lying on the side of the road, but it never touched the ground. I think he was unwilling. I can't help sighing for the fate of this tree.

41. Summer is beautiful. The wall is covered with all kinds of plants. The winding path is covered with wild flowers, some are purple, some are pink, some are blue and some are yellow. They are colorful and have different shapes. A gust of wind blows, and there will be a faint fragrance!

forty-two, the rain is getting heavier, and the clouds gradually cover the original bright moon. Make the sky look even darker. At this time, I seem to have entered another world, and my brain has been cleaned by this cool breath. The arrogant trees along the road were also bent by the rain tonight. The hot and silent summer night was also broken by the rain tonight.

forty-three, when walking in this autumn, the river and roadside are covered with falling maple leaves. Under the touch of autumn wind, the red maple leaf forest is more vivid and attractive.

forty-four, on the poplar tree in winter, the snow fell on the branches and became silvery white. The branches were frozen smooth and transparent like a folded umbrella inserted by the road, which was very beautiful.

Forty-five, summer innocence is like a beautiful picture: the stream flows quietly, the little fish wags its head and tail happily, and by the roadside, the wild flowers are really beautiful: red, yellow, purple and blue. I picked a handful and put it next to my classmates' noses: fragrant, really fragrant!

forty-six, the grass is ordinary, and it is everywhere along the road, on the lawn, among the flower beds and in the fields. Bright green leaves and short bodies are swaying happily in the wind, but no one will care about their existence.

forty-seven, home is a safe haven when returning from a long trip, a street lamp on the roadside at night, a warm embrace of mother, a generous palm of father, and a thin rope at the tail of a kite that is gradually flying away.

forty-eight, the rain washed the street again, and the street was particularly bright, and people could be seen! The evergreen beside the road has become green again, which makes autumn full of vitality! I think: Evergreen probably likes rain best!

forty-nine, this day, it's too cold. Even the small flowers and grass on the roadside have tightened their bodies. The cold north wind is blowing and howling like a roaring lion. The wind is like a knife, hurting me mercilessly, and the wind is like a naughty child. I have clenched my clothes tightly.

5. The snow on the roadsides and sidewalks has melted, and there is only residual snow on the roof facing the sun, just like wearing a small white hat.

fifty-one, when people inadvertently, the tender grass sticks out one after another in fields, buildings and roadsides. They look around strangely. They are like naughty children, swaying, swaying, exulting and beating heartily in the spring breeze ...

fifty-two, they always like running, I think. Often, I started to run when I was walking alone, and every time I deliberately pretended to be rushing to the scene of the fire, causing passers-by to sweat for me, thinking that there was an accident. Well, actually, I just like running.

fifty-three, tall buildings stand on both sides of the road in summer, and the road surface is brand-new. From the bumpy road surface in the past, it has become a wide asphalt road. Now there are more trees and flowers, and the green area has also increased. Rows of neat trees stand on the roadside, and beautiful flowers bloom in colorful colors.

54. In the journey of life, the most dangerous thing is not the cliff, but the infatuation with the roadside scenery or going astray in the smooth road of flowers and flowers.

fifty-five, on the hillside, beside the road, at the entrance of the village, hazel leaves are all red, as red as a fire, burning everyone's hearts.

fifty-six, an autumn wind blew, and I couldn't help wrapping my coat tightly. On that unknown tree by the road, a few dead leaves slowly fell down, and they were spinning and dancing in the air, which was because they were shivering in the cold wind. I stretched out my hand and caught one of the fallen leaves. The dry veins were so clear that it looked like the weather-beaten hands of an old man!

57. On the roadside in Yuan Ye, on the hillside, wild chrysanthemums are golden yellow, like stars dotted with blue sky, decorated with vast countryside.

58. The grass beside the road is green and hairy.

59. Just like planting more trees by the roadside, we should also make more intimate friends in our own life, so you will be full of fragrance and relaxed along the way. A lover is a road, a friend is a tree. There are friends along the way, but don't forget the way and don't get lost.

sixty, all kinds of life, labor, like sugar cubes in coffee, make our life interesting; Labor, like a roadside landscape, dresses up our lives brightly and colorful.

sixty-one, he is sometimes at the road-side selling melons from his garden, he is sometimes planting willows round his hermitage.

sixty-two, may I ask the roadside fame and fortune, why are you here as a senior student?

sixty-three, insects and butterflies are flying in the low places, hummingbirds are spinning in the high places, and it is quiet and serene near, with white clouds and Zi Xia in the distance, looking at the mother.