Good words, good sentences and good paragraphs are taken from the title of Daquan's third grade.

The moon is full, and the autumn mountains are like washing dead leaves.

The mountains are covered with red leaves, the sky is high and the clouds are light, the northern wilderness flies south, and the flowers bloom in Huang Ju.

White mountains, lakes, mountains, spring breeze and friendliness.

Exquisite and graceful, with holes, pavilions, lakes and mountains.

The water and sky are lush, green mountains and green waters, and beautiful mountains and rivers.

The mountains and rivers are picturesque, the spring blossoms are warm and the spring rains are continuous.

Look around, look around, up and down, back and forth, eyes around;

Watching intently, I watched from a distance, my eyes were like electricity, flirting; Look around,

Carefully identify, dumbfounded, stealing, eyes flashing; Sneaking around,

Rolling, blinking, eyes wandering, eyes blurred; Looking forward to it,

Looking through the autumn water, flirting, staring,

I am arrogant, too many things to see, clear at a glance, looking forward and backward;

Glassy-eyed, fierce, else.

Stumbling, stumbling, the forest is always pulling, pulling bits and pieces

One by one, dribs and drabs, honest and cold.

come and go

Ragged, high-spirited, peaceful and ordinary.

Quiet, fluffy, ordinary and beautiful.

Strange and neat

Serious and lively day and night

Flashing for generations, whatever.

When things are going well, they are really loose all the time.

Loose and comfortable, laughing and laughing.

Looking up at the sky, I laughed (laugh) (crow) (laugh) (laugh) (laugh) (laugh) (laugh) (laugh) (laugh) (laugh)

Smile) (Smile) (Smile) (Smile) (Smile) (Smile) (Smile) (Smile) (Smile) (Smile) (Smile)

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Good sentence

It is raining harder. On the roofs and streets, a layer of misty rain and fog is splashed, just like a layer of misty white gauze. At this time, a gust of wind blew fiercely, the white gauze curled away, and the rain fell obliquely on the accumulated water in the street, splashing a lot.

I like to use moonlight to precipitate my mood, such as water moonlight, which I can drink. Open the window, let the moonlight flow quietly on the skin, and the light and elegant charm and fresh emotional appeal naturally flow in the heart. If you practice moonlight, your mood will become clear and soft in the moonlight, and suddenly all kinds of touches and beauty in your life will be vivid.

By the lake, willows are like girls dressed in green, sometimes dancing in the breeze, and sometimes quietly looking at the big mirror of Xuanwu Lake, admiring their slim figure. In the early morning, the willows on the river bank hang down their branches in the fog, and the river bank extends into the fog in a smooth curve.

In February and March of spring, the light blew slightly, and it began to rain in Mao Mao inexplicably. Thousands of soft willows relaxed their yellow-green eyes, red, white and yellow flowers, green grass and green leaves all came like people at the fair, forming a brilliant spring. Those little swallows, so cute, so cute, also flew from the south.

In the morning, open the curtains and open the window. The breeze blew, and a fresh, fragrant and elegant earthy breath came to my face.

Spring comes so fast, quietly and unconsciously, the grass is green, the branches are sprouting, the wild flowers and rape flowers are blooming everywhere, and everything is bathed in the dawn of spring morning, swaying in the spring breeze, just like a girl's light singing and dancing, which is very lovely.

Creatures wake up in the spring morning, showing the preciousness and temptation of life.

The spring morning touched the hope in my heart and inspired the enthusiasm of life.

The wind blows through the green leaves,

Become extraordinarily gentle,

The sun also becomes warm,

The green leaves show a subtle bath.

Drips of flowers and bones. In the breeze, they swayed gently and smiled shyly.

Spring songs are everywhere,

From quiet countryside to boiling city,

Look at the factory buildings and streets,

spring

It's so cute. You see, in the garden in the center of the street, all the flowers are in full bloom, which is beautiful!

Elegant colors and fragrance tell the feelings of spring.

In spring,

A season of perfect combination of static and dynamic.

Spring is like an angel,

With a happy pace,

Come into this world.

Spring is like a girl in the mood for love,

Inspired by elegant amorous feelings.

Spring is like a painter,

Paint it in bright colors.

spring

The season is like a magnificent poem, sweet as a dream and mellow as wine.

The hourglass of time has precipitated the inescapable past, and the hand of memory will always pick up those beautiful sorrows.

If there is no if, will time stop for us? The sunset I have seen and the ebb and flow I have heard are all buried by time and turned into bubbles.

Maybe we are all brave and determined, but in the confrontation with the old man of time, we are never winners.

There are some great sentences:

1. Memories are like broken glass, broken in bright blue.

2. What I want must be a happy ending, a gorgeous ending, the reconstruction of private cities, the prosperity and glory, and the peace of mind and inevitability of flowers.

The sun is shining, the years are quiet, and you are still in the future. How dare I grow old?

4. Confusion of gathering and scattering, swaying of wind and rain, happy melody rippling in our hearts, thoughts flowing, passed down from generation to generation.

5. Dark purple oozes at the midnight of precipitation, and strong wind blows the light mass into scattered lines.

6. Memory is like a burnt film, covered with dust and scratches. After closing my eyes, I gradually pieced together a painting axis that had long been forgotten.

7. I turned around and looked in the direction of your smile. I thought I could see through the heart wall.

Many people come and go in a hurry, many people are curious about my tears, and many past events are hard to pass.

Through the wall in my heart, your shadow turned black and white, and the love bead on my wrist fell empty. I finally can't see your direction.

You said we should go together when it's windy. If my white skirt could talk, guess what it would say. Love is as pure as fruit. Honey, guess how happy I should be.

8. Close your eyes and the wind will blow up the memory of a hangover.

9. Buckle the loneliness of a thousand years into a backpack and go through all the hardships.

10. A clear spring reflects a basket of water-like years, precipitating a pure past.

1 1. Water and sky are one color, reflecting a paradise without wind and rain. One meter of sunshine, writing poetry and painting, the breeze enters.

Folk art like cross talk.

Early in the morning, the window was pushed open, and the sun shone lazily, faintly and brightly, as if injecting a beautiful fantasy into the whole room.

Looking from the window, the distance is hazy, and light green and dark green are dotted with this troubled land.

Stepping on the wet soil is soft and fragrant, which belongs to the taste of morning and spring.

Occasionally it was cold, and the breeze blew, and I shivered gently. I went back to the house and found a coat to put on.

When the sun is completely in front of us, the chill will gradually fade away, and the fresh sunshine will warm your body and make you feel weak. If you support a recliner, read books and listen to music in this sunshine, it will be the most wonderful realm of life.

When you are quiet, holding a good book, sipping tea, a cane chair and a small chair is enough. Words have a soul, and its depth is enough to make our heartstrings tremble. When I was young, I liked watching youth romance. Every story has a prince. They have a charming face and uncontrollable stubbornness. However, standing at the starting point, you can see the ending. Sooner or later, they will always meet a woman, maybe not beautiful, maybe not wise, but just let that wandering heart camp, and then laugh and cry just for Iraqis. This is a fairy tale plot, you can peck lightly, but you can't get drunk. After all, life is not a fairy tale. Refined into rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea. It is so complicated and vulgar that we can't escape it.

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