Still life sentences 100 words

1. A good description of the scenery is about 100 words. Spring has come to me and passed. The positioning of the two is quite different.

Spring is coming to me. It means that it belongs to me, exists for me, is born for me, and is tolerant of me. Spring is afraid that I will miss the beautiful scenery, so I can't wait to find me. As the saying goes, spring is continuous and the spring breeze is blowing. Facing the deep affection and yearning for spring, I have no choice but to embrace spring, feel the breath of spring and taste the warmth and beauty. I am drunk for spring and tolerant for spring.

Passing by spring means that we belong to spring, love spring, know spring and know spring. Spring is not unique to human beings. Spring not only brings warmth and beauty to human beings, but also brings warmth and beauty to the earth, mountains and rivers, making the earth revive, the mountains and rivers turn green and the rivers thaw. Spring not only brings warmth and beauty to the blue sky and white clouds, but also brings warmth and beauty to the grass and flowers, making the grass sway with the wind and the flowers bathe in the sun.

Everything is incompatible with * * *, and the idea of dominating spring scenery should not exist. This is an unexpected idea.

2. A good paragraph describing the scenery, the composition 100 words, mainly pastoral scenery. The countryside in the early morning is foggy everywhere, as if covered with a layer of white gauze curtains.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh." With a crow in the distance, the whole village slowly became lively. Grandpa sun also gradually revealed his face.

The streams are tinkling, the birds are twittering, the vendors are constantly selling, and the listless willows are full of energy. People who had a night's rest began to work hard.

At noon, the sun scorched the earth. The cicada cries "hot, hot".

Birds also stopped to take a nap on the branches. Everyone is taking a nap, but the children are jumping into the water to enjoy the cool.

Plop, splash high, as beautiful as a blooming flower. Cold water dispelled the heat in the clouds.

At dusk, plumes of smoke rose from the chimney, and the smell of food was everywhere. The sunset glow on the horizon is dazzling red.

Some are like magnificent lions; Some are like a puppy taking a nap; Some are like a herd of fat horses. As the sun sets, the last ray of sunshine gradually disappears.

At night, the curved moon hangs in the sky. After a hard day's work, people go home, wash their faces, eat and get ready for bed.

Slowly, the dog stopped barking, the cow stopped Cleisthenes, the horse forgot to kick the baffle of the stable, and the traffic on the road gradually decreased. The whole village is quiet.

People who have worked hard for a day lie in bed and soon enter a sweet dream. Everyone is looking forward to a beautiful new day.

The pastoral scenery seems to be a beautiful landscape painting, an unforgettable and moving freehand brushwork.

It's spring now, and plants wake up and grow under the sunshine and spring breeze. Poplar trees on both sides of the avenue are covered with bright yellow leaves. All the weeping willows beside the pond began to swing their flexible branches, and clouds of goose-yellow tree smoke were caged over the pond. If it is rainy weather, standing at the entrance of the dormitory and looking out, this blurred tree smoke makes people feel that the world is in a fascinating illusion, which can lead the teenager's heart into the realm of fantasy and can't be taken back for a long time. On the other side of the pond, there is still a little poverty, clear water and light blue sky, but it seems that some sharp lotus flowers are swaying in the wind, which indicates a future full of green lotus flowers with their bright green and childlike shaking.

Because of the darkness, the river looks very big. Occasionally passing a wooden boat at night, the faint sails are like big wing of tired birds flying under the night sky. It seems that you can see the other side, but it's just fuzzy smoke trees and trance-like villages. Only those reddish lights tell people that there is an endless world on the other side. Several domestic ducks that forgot to go home perched in the reeds. I don't know if they were disturbed by fish or frightened by small animals, but they flapped their wings and swam to the middle of the river. Later, they gathered and floated on the water far from the shore, making a homeless cry. Later, I swam away, and it took a long time for the scream of "Xia Xia" to disappear completely. When it rains heavily, we often watch the rain pour on the roof from the porch: the rain smoke on the roof is faint and milky, like the mist in early spring and early March, and like a person standing there steaming after a long run in winter. The rain sinks into the tile ditch, forming a trickle, flowing from top to bottom. For example, countless silver snakes swim in the grass, and when they reach the eaves, they are folded into a straight line and woven into a water curtain. If the wind is stronger, the water curtain will still flutter. This house, not only in the rain, in the sun, in the morning and at dusk, can be in harmony with this magnificent red tile house and black tile house, and can become a landscape in this huge campus.

4. Write landscape sentences 100 words. Grade three must be 100. 1. Every time "Jasper dresses up as a tree, and thousands of strands of moss hang down", the footsteps of spring are approaching.

Enjoying the delicious touch of spring, enjoying the fragrant and mellow spring rhyme and stroking a slender branch, we wish spring a new life again, wish her to add beautiful scenery to us and nature again, and wish his life colorful from now on. I can't help but say hello to spring.

2. It was a happy summer when the first beat of green came into view. By the pond and under the banyan tree, cicadas are calling for summer.

Summer will never be lonely, cicadas and frogs everywhere can easily drive away all emptiness. That cluster of flowers is dazzling and easy to be deceived, thinking that it is a fairy from heaven and a dazzling treasure left in the world.

The old pagoda tree at the door smashed the sun's light into a huge green crown, and the handprint of the sun greeting the earth was printed on the cement road. Pedestrians are in a hurry, and no one will pay attention. These handprints, big and small, are all cheering people up. I hope this day will be happier and better than yesterday.

Autumn turns the leaves and fields yellow. The earth is golden, and the farmer's uncle is immersed in the joy of harvest. Autumn is the harvest season.

In the endless fields, golden rice is ripe, just like pieces of gold; The orchard is fruitful, with red apples and pears hanging on the trees like gourds; The leaves are yellow, and they fall one after another, dancing like butterflies; A gust of wind blew, bringing a little coolness to people. When the crystal white velvet flies all over the sky, the breath of winter comes with it.

Thousands of miles of ice, Wan Li snow. The ice hanging on the eaves is like a landscape, and it is beautiful everywhere.

All kinds of naive snowmen on the roadside are welcoming guests in winter, and winter gives off more charm without stint. Pick up a snowflake in your hand and six petals, each of which is unique.

Greedy to preserve every piece of transparent beauty, but because of the high temperature and quietly melt. Winter belongs to Leng Yan, and it is a perfect Leng Yan.

It is this demanding that winter really becomes perfect. It's summer, and the golden waves are turning in the wheat field.

Flowers are blowing in the green leaves, and night falls. The stars are shining all over the sky, and there are melodious frogs in the distance. People sat around the old elm tree, talking about the good times and praising Jue's policy of benefiting the people.

The stream is swift. We children are playing by the river.

Adults are chatting in the shade of trees. Cicada is calling, as if to say, "It's so hot!" Birds fly freely and happily in the sky.

I left a beautiful memory in that beautiful field. 6. In spring, Sister Liu took off her white wedding dress and put on a green one.

Naughty little grass brother leaned out of his little head, and little flower sister showed her white cheeks. Spring gurgles, and the grass sneaks out of the soil, tender and tender.

The farmer's uncle works hard and sows in the fields. We children are playing on the lawn.

The bird seemed to be attracted and sang loudly. Left a beautiful echo in that beautiful country.

5. Excerpts from good paragraphs: 100 words, with a minimum of 0.27 yuan/day. Baidu library members can view all the contents in the library >

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100 words 1, the long road of life, everyone will inevitably encounter all kinds of setbacks or bad luck. A strong person will not bow to fate when facing the test of wind, rain, fog and darkness. No matter how cold the wind is, it will not last forever; No matter how thick the fog is, it will not last long. The wind is gone, but the sun is still shining. 2. The sea is silent, but there are fish making colorful patterns for it; The earth is speechless, but everything is 1 to him. Everyone will inevitably encounter various setbacks or bad luck on the long road of life. A strong person will not bow to fate when facing the test of wind, rain, fog and darkness. No matter how cold the wind is, it will not last forever; No matter how thick the fog is, it will not last long. The wind is gone, but the sun is still shining. 2. The sea is silent, but there are fish making colorful patterns for it; The earth is silent, but everything writes the music of life for him; The sky is silent, but there are birds singing the perfection of life for him. After paying, there is comfort with conscience, and after understanding, there is the pursuit of life. Although life is silent, there is a cycle of giving and understanding, and there is a beautiful and gorgeous movement written by giving and understanding! Please grasp the efforts and understanding! Love is the essence of life, understanding is the source of love, and giving is the soul of love. Any understanding and dedication is the edification and sublimation of emotion. 3, July, there is the smell of the sun, there is the sound of time slipping, there is the smell of dust on the ground when it rains, there is the ecstasy of fallen leaves, there is the ambiguity of wind blowing dust. Over time, a plain heart, full of heavy feelings and a faint face, has long been covered by the wind and frost in the world. Instead, a mature vicissitudes of life and some tired feelings have quietly covered the fine lines in the corners of the eyes. The past is vivid in my mind. In my life, how many storms have washed away China. Only when I look down on everything, my heart will return to dust, and my heart will never give up even if I am old ... 4. If his life,

6. Complete works of good sentences 100 words 1. Since we were born, our life has begun. The road of life is tortuous and complicated, and it seems that the end of one road is also the starting point of another. Life is neither forever high nor forever low. Walking well all the way is the original intention of life.

2. This road is a landscape, and they, thousands of workers in Qian Qian, are even more a landscape. They are like spring, the earth is warming up and full of vitality, and all life and hope are ready to go: just like summer, simple and heavy; Just like autumn, full of affection and shame; And winter, full of pride.

Time can erase everything, but it will never erase my deep love for you. For a year, you taught me how to record the details of my parents in words. Now, I exclaim that for so long, I have never written your back and everything about you in a small world with ashamed words.

You said it was a responsibility. Yes, this is a kind of responsibility, which goes beyond the responsibility of a teacher and is a responsibility that ordinary people can't understand. Responsibility, an abstract noun, took you only one year to explain it to me vividly. It was you who gave me more understanding and moved me.

5. Tolerance is like water. Tolerance means forgiving others' mistakes, not complaining about others, not haggling over every ounce, and being kind and generous. Tolerance is like water, and encountering contradictions is often more effective than excessive retaliation. Just like a clear spring, it slowly erases each other's temporary hostility and makes people calm and sober.

It snowed for three periods at night, and then it didn't stop all night.

Snowflakes fell gently on the beehive coated with black paint. The bees are sleeping.

In a delicate hexagonal honeycomb, it is like a secret letter sealed with wax. Like refined pure gold particles, it was treasured by rich kings.

In fact, it is more valuable than gold, because bees are living things. In the sun, their dreams are the sweetest. There are Chinese milk vetch and rape flowers in the south, Sophora japonica, jujube flowers and Vitex negundo in the north, and the first floor is blooming again.

But I don't know if there will be any traces of snow in the bustling dreamland tonight. If a lovely bee wakes up quietly with the beat of snow, it will smell a wisp of fragrance falling from the sky, which is holy and magical.

Unfortunately, no one is lucky enough to recover. The flowers on the earth have exhausted them.

8. A good landscape description is 100, plus 50 words of appreciation, which is almost 1. At this time, the river is already singing. A truckload of corn was piled on the beach. A cart of millet was piled on the beach. There are bundles of soybeans and baskets of millet on the beach. It's time to call it a day, and we have to jump into the river, wash, clean and clean again. Healthy tendons and firm breasts are all exposed in your field of vision, which is a charming sculpture. Even if it is primitive and rough, it is soft and charming, intoxicated with no evil thoughts. Every elderly person has an old story, and that enviable experience, like a woman's sickle, is deeply engraved in her heart. Therefore, when young people's jokes go with the flow, they only add one sentence occasionally. Although the smile on their lips has not disappeared, they are thinking and calculating in their hearts. In the past, the field was someone else's land. I was busy all my life and couldn't support a family. Now the first floor has been filled with corn, the eaves have been built, and the cabinets and barrels of miscellaneous grains such as soybeans and mung beans are also full. Should Xiaomi be released yesterday? We must build another small warehouse! Thinking about it, I said hello, and dozens of men went ashore naked.

Appreciate:

This passage is beautifully written, like running water, and it is a vivid picture of autumn harvest: corn, millet, soybean, millet, river beach, young people and old people. .. Beijing is more beautiful. People are happy because of the bumper harvest; The scenery is happy because people are happy. Scenes blend, and this scene of autumn harvest is more beautiful. The author has beautiful writing and vivid language, and selected some representative things to show the unique beauty of autumn harvest. "At this time, the riverside is already a song" echoes the title of "Autumn Harvest Board".

9. 100 words +30 words appreciation 10 articles 1 A dozen bamboos are swaying, and in the rising sun, a faint shadow is shed. Two palm trees that are not too big spread out their hands, as if they are holding the treasures here for the people looking around; It is said that it was an old mulberry picked by Mr. Lu Xun when he was a child. Although its branches were scarred and scabbed by wind knives and frost swords, it still looks full of vitality.

-Appreciation of Liu Shaotang's Thoughts in the Herbal Garden: This passage uses rhetorical devices such as metaphor, personification and imagination to describe a palm tree as a person, vividly showing the lush scenery in the Herbal Garden and expressing the author's love for the Herbal Garden and reverence for Mr. Lu Xun. The gradually blowing wind messed up my hair and made my long skirt float.

The green leaves seem to dance in the wind, leaving the tree and throwing themselves into the soil, but I didn't know it would wither. I bent down and gently picked up a leaf. Very orderly stems and veins are a beautiful ornament. I am a little bemoaned: green leaves, green leaves, you float down from the tree and dance with the wind. How beautiful it is, but I didn't know you were called a fallen leaf! Appreciation: This passage is lyrical based on scenery and leaves, expressing philosophical thinking about life.

When describing the green leaves, the rhetorical devices of duality and dynamic and static combination are used, and the lines are full of aesthetic feeling and poetry. The whole world, because of the sunshine, the city has vitality; Be careful, because there is sunshine, the heart is comfortable.

Bright golden yellow, small shadows among the trees are imaged as a little broken gold on the leaves, and the direct reflection on the sea reflects the fragments rolling with the waves layer by layer, creating beautiful scenery for this nature, intoxicating warmth, clear tenderness mixed with deep warmth, and nourishing the soul that has been sunny for a long time after the rain! Appreciation: at the beginning, I expressed my admiration for the sunshine with neat and rich duality. Then, using personification, metaphor, imagination, lyricism and other methods, it depicts the beautiful sunshine, pushes the sunshine in nature to the sunshine in life, and expresses philosophical thinking on life.

Birds can start measuring the sky again. Some are responsible for measuring the blue of the sky, some are responsible for measuring the transparency of the sky, and some are responsible for measuring the height and depth of the sky with those wings.

Not all birds are excellent mathematicians. They chattered and counted, looked around, and finally dared not publish statistics. -Appreciation of Zhang Xiaofeng's Love for Spring: The author compares birds to bad mathematicians, measures the sky, writes about the liveliness and agility of birds and the beauty of spring, and shows the author's love for spring.

Time is like a sharp knife. If it is not used properly, it will carve deep lines on the beautiful face, so that the vigorous youth will be worn away month after month and year after year. However, if used properly, it can carve an ordinary stone into a magnificent statue. -Appreciation of Zhang Ailing's "Wish": Using the rhetorical device of metaphor, I wrote the two sides of time: make good use of time, study hard and study hard, and you will achieve something; But if we waste time in vain, time will make us accomplish nothing.

After the deep cry, the whole world was covered with the shadow of snow-white flowers. The sky is clear, the mountains stretch, and clusters of white flowers are like flowing rivers.

It seems that all life in the world should come by appointment. At this moment, in the sunshine as transparent as honey, they cheered at the same time and rotated at the same time, turning into countless floating points. -Appreciation of Xi Murong's "Tung Hua": This passage depicts the beautiful scenery of Tung Hua in full bloom with vivid and beautiful brushstrokes. The combination of vision and hearing is full of vitality and movement.

The stream flows down the river, around the mountain, and joins the river in the tea cave for about three miles. If people walk across the stream and climb over the hill, they will reach the edge of Tea Cave City, which is only a mile away.

The stream is like a bow, and the mountain road is like a bowstring. There is a slight difference between distance and distance. This stream is about 20 feet wide, and the riverbed is made of big stones.

Still water, even if it is too deep to sink, is still clear and transparent, and the fish in the middle reaches of the river can be counted. The stream is a tunnel between Sichuan and Hunan, and the water often fluctuates. Due to the shortage of funds, a square ferry was arranged.

-Appreciation of Shen Congwen's Border Town: This passage depicts the faint scenery of the border town. Concise, clear and faint, but as clear as ink painting, people feel the cleanliness and beauty of one side of the water and soil. Washing and practicing with a pen, between the lines, expresses the author's love for this land and water, and also creates a fresh environment for the following.

Its current is not as abrupt as the Great Wall of Wan Li, but it penetrates and extends step by step, and the extension distance is not shorter than the Great Wall. The civilization of the Great Wall is a rigid sculpture, and its civilization is a life of wisdom.

The Great Wall assumes a high-level position waiting for people to repair, but it is humble in a corner, like a country mother who never shows off, asks for nothing, and only knows dedication. As soon as you check your resume, the Great Wall is only its offspring.

-Appreciation of Dujiangyan in the tour of Yu culture: Using the rhetorical devices of metaphor and personification, it vividly shows Dujiangyan's subtle infiltration, gradual extension, agility and modesty. By contrast, Dujiangyan and the Great Wall are compared to highlight their uniqueness and sacredness.

If people stand higher, they will not only enjoy the dawn of hope earlier, but also discover the three-dimensional poems of life. Everyone's life is a word, a sentence or a punctuation in this poem. You may not be a beautiful word, an eye-catching sentence or an exclamation point, but you are still a syllable, a pause and an indispensable part of this three-dimensional poem of life.

This is enough for you to give up the past, sprout your interest in breeding new songs for mankind and bring more poems to the world. -Appreciation of "Smile on the Branch of History": Standing on the branch of history, you can see higher and more comprehensively, and the second person's writing is more cordial and can emphasize the point of view.

1 1 beauty, which can be in the magnificent palace, beside the bombed bridge, in the fragrant flowers, or in the candlelight beating with the wind; Beauty can be found in the extraordinary statue of Venus, or in the jokes of ordinary girls. Life and death are two worlds, but beauty can shine on the edge of life and death. This is the power of life-the beauty of life.

-Appreciation of "Fantasy of Beauty": This passage is fluent and very imposing, which enhances the language potential and fully emphasizes the ubiquitous characteristics of beauty.

10. Excerpts from the American essay 100 Words Appreciation of 50 Words The clear and transparent stream is as clear as a mother's eyes.

In spring, your eyes are gorgeous; In summer, your eyes are thick green; In autumn, your eyes are clear; In winter, you are tired-close your eyes and stop singing. You breathe in the clouds in the blue sky, the sunset glow at dusk and the stars in the night sky; And left me as a child.

Oh! The rustling sugarcane forest and sweet wind by this stream once blew my childhood dream! I am lying beside you, leaning on my mother's chest, feeling very happy ... You are an ancient song in our life-you see the procession riding donkeys coming, and some suona play sad music; You saw several burly men carrying heavy wooden coffins and sending the old man up the hillside; You also heard: the unicycle at the foot of the mountain crunched on the barren land ... without you, who would leave us with natural colors; Who will record the joys and sorrows of the mountain people for us? Transparent stream, you gave me a pair of eyes that can distinguish colors. When I am by your side and find myself a teenager, I want to go far.

Send me out of the mountain like you raised my mother! Appreciation: at the beginning of the article, the stream is regarded as "mother's eyes", and then the colors revealed in "eyes" in spring, summer, autumn and winter are written. This is not only a song for Xiaoxi, but also a song for my mother, because this brook once "left my childhood figure", which made me enjoy the happiness like a mother's love: she remembered everything that happened in the ravine, "the joys and sorrows of the villagers" and raised me. Xiaoxi is a song, mother is a song, and the article itself is also a sad lyric folk song.

Xiaoxi, my mother. Mom, it's like this stream.

Mom. You watched me grow up and took good care of me.

I miss being with you. I feel maternal love! Please forgive me for being naughty when I was a child, and forgive me for being ignorant when I was a child! Let me make up for all this now.

I love you, my mother! On the old rhinoceros water in the south of the Yangtze River, an ancient stone bridge arches like a delicate eyebrow. Under the stone bridge, there are bridges in the water, people and umbrellas, dogs and gardenias, bamboo hats, and the burden of selling steamed cakes, all swaying in the waves; The river bank is narrow and steep; There are cloisters on the shore, and teahouses, bookstores and restaurants extend to the river; There are also residents, the stone steps at the back door of residents, and sisters squatting on the stone steps, washing vegetables, stepping on their feet and washing rice; Their printed towels are like colorful herbs; Their gentle words, like the return of Yan Zi, are playing the whisper of love; On the bridge, under the bridge and in the basket, there are fresh squid, swordfish and mandarin fish; In the bamboo basket, there are water-soaked water chestnuts, lotus roots, cymbals and water chestnuts; The small street, although paved with stone slabs, seems to be soaked in water, like a river harbor, smelling fishy ... Maybe this is Jiangnan. A sketch of Jiangnan corner.

Suzhou pingtan, the soft voice of the silk string; That girl is more beautiful and smarter than Shi; Perhaps, this is the image and character of Jiangnan ... Appreciation: the prose poem Jiangnan is a beautiful article: beauty lies in its poetic artistic conception; Beauty lies in its witty remarks, which are meaningful. The combination of emotional beauty and linguistic beauty has become the unique style of this article.

Jiangnan is a beautiful picture of Jiangnan water town, which is fascinating to read. Taking Jiangnan as the topic, it is difficult to write: the vast Jiangnan has too many landscapes and customs to write, and how to write and choose the angle is quite painstaking.

In this paper, the unique region of "Jiangnan Water Town" is appropriately selected, and the waterscape and characters are outlined with stretched and concise pen and ink. The full text is only 285 words, and it is only a corner of the south of the Yangtze River. But this corner is the epitome of Jiangnan, a typical Jiangnan with outstanding characteristics.

There is indeed a leaf that knows the beauty of autumn. Pastoral Poetry [Czech Republic] Carl Chapik Holland is a country with water, flowers and pastures.

On the green lowlands between canals, black and white cattle, black-headed cattle and black cattle with white waist and blue mouth are grazing. Some cows are covered with damp-proof blankets on their backs.

Cattle eat grass and ruminate, sometimes standing still, as if thinking about something. The calf looks like a noble lady and has a dignified manner.

The old cow, like the parents of the cattle, is very dignified. At first glance, it is surrounded by green velvet grasslands and black and white cattle.

This is the real Holland. This is the real Netherlands: turquoise lowlands are embedded among canals, and herds of horses are fierce and strong, with legs as thick as cylinders and manes fluttering in the wind.

Nothing can stop them from flying to Utrecht or Zfler except canals covered with deep grass. The vast Yuan Ye seems to belong to them. They are the masters and dukes of this free kingdom. There are white sheep on the lowlands, and they are carefree on the green grassland like a paradise.

The black pigs kept snoring, as if to express their approval for something. There are thousands of chickens and long-haired goats, but none.

This is the real Holland. Only in the evening did I see someone coming by boat, sitting on a small bench and milking a serious and silent cow.

The golden sunset lay in the western sky, with occasional whistle in the distance, and then silence. Here, no one shouts, and the bell hanging around the cow's neck doesn't ring, and the milkman is more silent.

In the canal, ships full of milk barrels run slowly and smoothly, and cars and trains carry cans of milk to the city. After the car passed, everything was calm again. The dog didn't bark, the cows in the pen didn't make the sound of Cleisthenes, and the horseshoe didn't kick the baffle of the stable. It's really quiet

Sleeping livestock, silent lowlands, dark night, only a few lighthouses in the distance glow slightly. This is the real Holland.

[Note] The author Karl Chapik (1890~ 1938) is a Czech novelist and playwright. This article is selected from his masterpiece Ming Shen Chi [Appreciation]. At the beginning of this paper, the Dutch characteristics are marked, "the country of water, the country of flowers and the country of pasture". Later, focusing on pasture, he painted the "real Holland" full of "pastoral poetry" with kind and peaceful brushwork, which showed the author's longing for pastoral life and expressed his love for peace and hatred for war.

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