Excerpts from good words and sentences

Raindrops are like thousands of paratroopers, jumping from the air and landing safely on the ground.

Raindrops are connected together like a big net and hung in front of my eyes.

The breeze blew, and the rain curtain tilted, like a line running towards vegetation and walls.

When it rains, the leaves of all kinds of flowers and plants are condensed with glittering and translucent water drops.

Rain falls from the sky like thousands of silver lines, and rows of drained water drops fall from the eaves like a beautiful bead curtain.

It is drizzling outside the window, and the raindrops seem to be accompanied by a small dance music. I can't help being tempted by the world outside the window.

The rain beads rolled down the grass stem, one drop fell into the soil, and the other drop fell into the grass mouth, and it could not be found.

Raindrops fell on my head and body, and I stood on my back with my eyes closed and my mouth open. Suddenly I feel as if I have grown up a lot under the drizzle.

Thunder sounded and the heavy rain kept falling like a broken bead.

It rained cats and dogs, and the rain under the eaves gathered in the street to form a stream.

The heavy rain fell from the sky, and the dark sky seemed to collapse.

Wind chases rain, rain chases wind, wind and rain unite to chase dark clouds in the sky, and the whole world is raining.

Rain, like thousands of silver wires, floated down from the sky.

The drizzle is falling quietly, like the silver thread spit out by countless silkworm mothers. Thousands of filaments, rippling in mid-air, are fascinated by long veils, covering black fields.

Dark clouds rolled in the sky and it rained cats and dogs in an instant.

Silky light rain fell from the sky, the raindrops were so small and the rain curtain was so dense that the mountains were covered with a layer of white gauze, like cicadas.

The rain is fine and cotton, like catkins floating in spring time and space.

Rain like fog, fog like rain, lingering.

In an instant, raindrops became lines, and with a bang, heavy rain fell from the sky like the sky collapsed.

There was a light rain in the morning. Although it has cleared up now, the road is still very slippery. Autumn crops in the fields on both sides were washed away by rain, pearls were crystal clear, and there was a fresh and moist fragrance in the air.

The strong wind rolled the heavy rain like countless whips, hitting the glass window hard.

I saw the North Sea roaring. Showers beat the ground, and the rain danced and splashed.

Autumn rain is like smoke and fog, floating silently in the rubble, on the litter in the open space, getting wet on the ground, the house and the trees.

Spring rain, like ox hair, like needles, like filaments, is woven obliquely.

Autumn rain shines all over the sky like a pearl, fluttering and swaying.

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Rain falls from the air to every corner, and raindrops are like crystal clear pearls, which are very beautiful. Raindrops fall from eaves, walls and leaves, just like broken beads, and finally connect together to form a water column.

The wind is blowing and it is raining. A closer look reveals that there is not even a single person in the street. All the water was wasted and turned into a flowing river, and countless splashes rushed to open. From a distance, buildings and trees are blurred.

The wind with rain stars, like looking for something on the ground, bumped into the east and west. No sooner had the pedestrians on the road found shelter than it began to rain. It's raining harder and harder, and soon it's like a downpour. Look at the rain in the sky, it's really like a waterfall! A gust of wind blew, and the waterfall-like rain was blown like smoke, fog and dust.

Beans-sized raindrops fell to the ground, splashing like a small fountain. When the splash falls on the ground, it becomes a small bubble, which looks like a transparent hat. It's really interesting to watch the raindrops turn into little hats!

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.

Suddenly a north wind blew, and a dark cloud rose from the northern horizon, mixed with lightning and thunder. In a flash, the wind blew hard and dark clouds filled the sky. Then rain drops as big as peas fell from the sky and slammed on the window. Another thunderbolt was deafening. In an instant, the raindrops were connected in a line, and with a bang, heavy rain fell from the sky like the sky fell.

Late one night, the sky was overcast, thunder followed by thunder, and lightning and thunder flashed in the sky. The wind, blowing hard, the branches creaked by the wind, and suddenly, it rained cats and dogs.

On Sunday afternoon, I sat at the window and did my homework. This room looks particularly stuffy. Suddenly. It was getting dark and there was a strong wind. It will rain. I quickly closed the window.

After a while, the dense raindrops fell and slammed on the glass window. It is raining harder and harder. I looked out through the glass window, and there was a huge bead curtain hanging between heaven and earth. Rain fell on the tiles on the opposite roof, splashing on the roof like a thin layer of smoke. The rain ran down the eaves and began to form a line like a broken bead. There is more and more water on the ground, which flows into streams.

What a timely rain! The corn seedlings in the field will have a good time. I seem to see rain flowing into fields, orchards and people's hearts.

The clouds opened and the rain stopped. The sun illuminates the earth. When I opened the window, a faint earthy smell came over my face. The air is fresh as if it had been filtered. The willows outside the window are washed away by the rain, spreading their branches and leaves, so beautiful.

Rain, falling from the dark sky, and cold enveloped the city where we live.

Early in the morning, from the empty window, the leaves of palm branches in the street have retreated to the green of life, turned into melancholy yellow in the rain, and kissed the silent earth one after another.

Those broken nets without spiders between the branches, with the trembling of the cold wind, the crystal raindrops hanging on the net lines are falling rapidly and breaking quietly on the golden grass. The grass on the ground is soft, just like an old oil painting, hiding endless thoughts about who.

The crowded roads in the city are crowded with people who are busy making a living. They wear raincoats of various colors, and in the cool rain, they are like chess pieces that can't find their place. On the roof of a gray building, there are several wandering pigeons, full of worries, which are even heavier in the rain.

At the moment, only the osmanthus tree in the yard, with delicate flowers among the green leaves, is the only symbol of the passion of life in the rain.

At night, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the crackling rain hits other people's awnings, making the rain more chaotic. Dressed and walked to the window, we saw the neon lights of distant cities, shining with lonely and gentle light in the intermittent rain. As a result, the cold chill hit our hearts, and we only felt that everything in the dark night was a hazy dream when we were young.

Rain, like a magnificent heart, I don't know when and where the years began.

The sky is blue and white clouds are floating freely on it. Suddenly, a large dark cloud gathered from all directions. In a short time, the sky was all dyed black.

Suddenly, the rain kept falling like a broken bead. Raindrops fall into the pond, causing countless ripples, just like flowers on the head of goldfish. Raindrops fell on the fields, and the crops opened their mouths and drank the sweet rain to their heart's content. Suddenly, those crops seem to have grown a lot. The raindrops fell on those delicate flower girl, and they all hung their little heads and looked very shy.

After a while, it rained even harder. Rain splashed on the cement road and washed it clean.

On the rainy road, people walked slowly with umbrellas. That umbrella is colorful and changeable, just like a beautiful "big flower" floating around in the rain, very beautiful. This is not, looking down from a height, I really feel that the flowers are blooming!

Slowly, the rain stopped.

You see, the flowers and plants seem to have just taken a bath and put on bright new clothes, and they look so vibrant. Small animals that just disappeared without a trace also ran out of the air, and they seemed to be struggling to breathe the particularly fresh air after the rain. Then the world became noisy again.

Rain is pure and beautiful. It has brought great vitality to the world!

★ People appreciate beautiful flowers, towering trees, grass emerging from the ground, land that breeds life, boundless sky, tolerant sea, loyal dogs and smart cats. But what is the highest value-added in life? Is it the charming and beautiful appearance of things? Or is it driven by your intuition? No, I think the appreciation of people's highest value lies in the affirmation of things' inner character, the appreciation of firm beliefs and the recognition of good personality.

Therefore, I appreciate the lion with the dignity of a king.

★ The lion has the domineering, majesty and demeanor of the king, which is the true nature given to the lion by nature, which makes people daunting and stay away from it. In fact, people should live like this. If they don't live, they will live wonderfully, with value and dignity. Show persistence in respecting life and living with dignity. Therefore, I appreciate lions and dignity.

History on the stone tablet

★ "Shake, shake, shake to Waipoqiao, and my grandmother invited me to eat rice cakes. Brother-in-law, brother-in-law, a distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor ... "The old nursery rhymes are floating back and forth in the air, reflecting countless cycles. The stone tablet stands quietly at the head of the village, watching the passage of hundreds of years, and the song remains the same.

★ The ancient wind blows the vague handwriting on the stone tablet, with an ancient flavor, telling a long story about reason and emotion along the track of time.

"Shake, shake to the Waipoqiao, grandma invited me to eat rice cakes. Brother-in-law, brother-in-law, a distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor ... "The old nursery rhymes are floating back and forth in the air, reflecting countless cycles. The stone tablet stood quietly at the head of the village and listened to the songs for hundreds of years, but history will never repeat itself.

Tell them that a heart is in a jade pot, even though it is pure.

★ When the sun shines on the earth, spring comes, flowers bloom, birds sing and the world warms; Then, why don't we feel the sunshine, the warmth and the world full of spring with a clear heart? !

★ Let us have an iceberg-like noble heart and strong feelings like green hills, and use them to recognize this beautiful world and create a colorful life!

Smoke mini eye

★ The philosopher said that it is not a pair of shoes that affect your walking, but a grain of sand; Similarly, it is not a wall that covers your sight, but a wisp of smoke. -inscription

Emotion is a mysterious thing, like a wisp of smoke. I want to hold it tightly with my hands, but I slip away from my fingers; I tried to shut up and swallow it, but it naughtily floated away from my nostrils. It goes far and wide, and it is this invisible substance that sometimes traps our grazing heart.

★ "Eye of the Smoke Mini", a beautiful and poetic song, the world needs to be moved, but what is more essential is reason, which is clear and transparent beyond emotion.

Who stole my feathers?

★ "Oh, where are my feathers?" The little peacock got up early in the morning and cried, "Have any of you seen my feathers? Where are my feathers? "

Finally, the little magpie raised her tearful eyes, looked at the little peacock imploringly and said, "Little peacock, can you not invite President Owl?" I took your feathers. The little white rabbit is terminally ill. Her only hope is to wear your feathers for one day, even for one day. In order to help her realize her wish, I stole your feather. I wanted to put it back tonight, but you are in such a hurry to invite principal Owl, and both the white rabbit and I will be punished. "

The peacock's eyes were wet and two tears flowed down.

Dispel the fog in your heart

It is human nature to trust relatives and friends, but it is a virtue to trust others. In the process of trust, we can understand this seemingly complicated world happily and comprehensively.

Let reason decide.

★ Secularity is an impenetrable net, and the eyes like wood crystals are inevitably blinded by the rolling world of mortals, which makes the tragedy staged.

Today's friends may be tomorrow's enemies; There may be treacherous intentions hidden behind the smiling expression; The closest person may send you to the bottom of the sea and hold a grudge forever.

What the great Syrian prophet gave us was not obvious at a glance, but rational thinking.

Maybe intimate feelings are really beautiful, but from the perspective of understanding things, we should be willing to travel beautifully. It is reason that has left an iron brand on people with lofty ideals, and it is reason that makes the world still fair.

The light of fact is better than the sword of Damocles. Let reason judge the winner of facts, and let reason judge right and wrong, good and evil. Don't let the ugliness of hypocrites repeat itself, and don't let the years of "disaster comes from the wall" repeat itself. Because people are, after all, animals in reality, not kites in dreams, and everything should respect the facts.

Be a wise man

★ Plato once said: "When emotions reach a limit, they often blind your eyes." There is also an old saying in China: "A scholar dies as a bosom friend, and a woman is ashamed." Emotional differences are really enough to make a person lose his judgment when making a choice.

★ The ancients said: Although a turtle has a long life, it still has an end. The snake rides the fog and eventually turns to dust. However, a drop of water can wear away stones and smash iron. Although a drop of water is light, it never dies. Being a man, isn't it? Life should bear the lightness of a drop of water, leaving aside the interference of affection, presence or absence, quantity and so on. Such a life is the life of a wise man.

Ignorance is a kind of happiness

★ When Chu Huaiwang was confused by Zheng Xiu, he put down the annoying Yi Cheung; However, I easily listened to my spoiled son Zilan, so I went to other places and was beheaded. I was laughed at by later generations and regretted it for decades.

Zou Ji must have been secretly pleased when his wives and concubines praised him as "more beautiful than Xu Gong". Fortunately, he was clear-headed, recognized the facts clearly, and reached a wise conclusion that "a wife is beautiful and I am private", which has been praised by later generations.

With a touch of induction, it is not difficult to draw the following conclusion: the words of relatives are not credible!

★ So I thought of Zheng Banqiao's warning: "It's hard to be confused." If someone asks you for help during the exam, send a note or something, no matter how near or far away, don't be confused, and the principled questions must be clear; If the person you love has just changed into a new dress and excitedly asks for your advice, you might as well say, "Wow, that's great!" " "In the face of pure emotion, I feel that" beauty is in the eye of the beholder ".What is wrong with being confused once in a while?

What a good word "love"

★ People have feelings. As the saying goes, "People are not vegetation, and they cannot be ruthless." Therefore, when we recognize things, we will unconsciously attach strong personal feelings. So there is the lingering of "beauty is in the eye of the beholder" and the sadness of "the place where petals flow like tears"

★ Emotional maintenance makes the world a better place; However, an overly paranoid and narrow view of emotional interests will block the beautiful continuation. In the contest between emotion and reason, emotion gives way to reason.

So, I sighed, at this time, how can I get a love story?

Don't judge by likes and dislikes.

★ People have seven emotions, each with its own likes and dislikes. However, when this kind of likes and dislikes is mixed with the understanding of truth, what impact will it have?

★ Nature, people are not sages, who can make mistakes? We don't have to be demanding, but we must be demanding.

Don't judge by likes and dislikes, maybe you will find that Setaria will also produce beautiful flowers.

How bright the moonlight is at home!

★ Who is it? In a strange autumn night across the river for thousands of years, I don't know the fragrance of osmanthus, but I don't care about alcohol, but I stubbornly sing a poem with a unique taste, "How bright the moonlight is at home! "Simple, clear and simple, but it tells the truth and explains the wonderful balance between our emotions and cognition. Because of deep love, so paranoid.

★ The poet's voice "How bright the moonlight is at home!" After thousands of years of frost and night, it reveals our most irrefutable reasons. So, we smile.

Because of deep love, so paranoid.

Don't let dark clouds cover your eyes.

★ "I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but toward which corner of the mountain." Thousands of years ago, scholars warned future generations through catchy poems that things should be treated from the right angle, and other factors must not interfere with your examination of the truth.

★ "Looking horizontally, the hillside has become a peak, with different distances." Rational observation from all aspects will help us overcome the misunderstanding of feelings and truly realize the complexity and variability of things. In the most unobstructed place

At the top, we can get rid of the emotional fetters. Maybe we can chant: "Don't let the dark clouds cover our eyes!" " "

He gently shook and slowly pulled up the net. Some fresh fish and flowers jumped in the net like a bag of silver stars. ...

Silver carp swimming like an arrow may only be caught by a jet plane. What about snakehead? This is a Hercules. Better than a wrestler. You must be careful of the spines on both sides of its gills and tail, just like Strafe. Crucian carp, chubby and short, swims up and down, pretending to be solemn, like a big boss.

The chicken ate the worm, and the food bag bulged like a small ball, and it staggered when walking. Look at those hens, with red faces and big bellies, who have climbed into the grass nest to give birth to ingots.

All the sheep eat round and round, and their tails hang upside down like a big oil gourd, dangling from their buttocks.

That bee is so diligent that it flies around like a market. The coming bees, with their hairy feet of flowers and pollen, buzzed happily, as if afraid that others would not know; Rushing bees, gossamer little wings fans, like rushing to class.

Chickens from all walks of life came, alas, red vests, green tails, yellow trouser legs, sheep hoof flowers, etc., crowded and screaming, like countless lively flowers. Some of them flapped their wings and ran in the rice fields; Some knock on each other's mouths, like old friends I haven't seen for years. Some pecked at the leaves, took a sip of water, sipped it in their mouths and pretended to be polite.

Crowds of pigeons pecked around on the road, nodding, cooing and moving quietly. They are not afraid of people, but as soon as people come near, they rush headlong into it, make a spin and land in front of them with a swish.

The white and tender silkworm girl ate mulberry leaves for a few days, slept on the silkworm bed again, took off her old clothes, put on new clothes, woke up, and woke up brighter every day.

The white cock's feathers are white and flawless, and the comb on his head is as red as blood, like wearing a little red riding hood.

The rooster's crown is red, like a red flower, and the sarcoma under his mouth hangs like a pair of earrings.

The cock is covered with shiny flower feathers, like a brocade coat, and it cries, "Oh, jujube!" " "The mighty look really looks like a" golden trumpeter ".

The white cock cocked its comb and flapped its wings angrily, and its long neck stretched forward like an arrow. Suddenly, with a strange cry, he bent down, and the hair on his neck spread like a fan and rushed at the rooster.

The rooster next door has escaped, but my rooster, like a victorious general, keeps beating around the bush in the yard to show his prestige.

The yellow rooster, with his head held high and his neck bent, is singing (háng), just like a debut tenor.

In the distance, the crows of chickens came, one by one, singing in unison, just like a fresh morning song to welcome the dawn.

It's disgusting to watch chickens grab food. It's disgusting to push forward and plane, squeeze left and kick right, for fear that your greedy heart will be exposed.

When the door of the henhouse is opened, you can see these chickens fighting for survival, which are nothing like ducks. They didn't come out in turn courteously, but squeezed and rubbed, even flew and screamed, and fled like separate careers.

I saw an egg slowly shaking, and then I heard a beep. A small hole appeared in the eggshell, and then a sharp ivory mouth emerged from the hole, pecking at the eggshell like a silkworm eating mulberry leaves, and slowly sticking out a hairy chicken head from the hole.

Baby chicken is clumsy and light, walking like rolling and jumping.

These chickens are fluffy, short and dense, like cotton balls.

There is a thin flipper between the toes of the duckling, which connects the toes together. The two feet are like two small fans.

The most striking thing about the duckling is its flat mouth, which collects dirt like a dustpan when eating.

When the duckling drowned, the two flippers pushed back gently and swam forward steadily like a small motorboat.

When the duckling walks, it always sticks out its chest, flaps its wings, waddles along, and keeps quacking in its mouth, as if boasting about itself.

Dagong duck wobbles when walking on the shore, just like a toddler.

The mother duck is like a peasant woman, with a homemade brown striped shawl on her shoulders. The big white duck is very fat, and its tail wags around when it walks, just like an old lady.

Every noon, the white duck always waddles to the pool, plops into the water to take a bath like a diver, and sometimes sticks its head into the water to catch some small fish and shrimp. It's really interesting.

When the white goose began to walk, its bare little cocky tail kept swinging from side to side, looking ridiculous, like a drunk.

Flocks of white geese float on the water like blossoming saussurea involucrata.

The river is quietly filled with white geese, and two soft red soles are dragged behind like bows.

When the little white goose sleeps, its neck is shortened and its head seems to be glued to it with velvet.

The goose's feathers are flawless, and its pale yellow feet and flat mouth are embedded in white jade.

The white dove has long and hard feathers on its wings and tail, which can be unfolded like a folding fan.

Pigeons' feathers are gray, like a silver-gray coat; There is a circle of golden feathers around her neck, just like a beautiful and dazzling gold necklace worn around the girl's neck.

Pigeons have white feathers as snow, reddish-brown beaks, smart eyes, slender legs, feet like chicken feet but no fins. Standing there, graceful, like an elegant and luxurious lady.

The little white dove stood there motionless, like a handicraft in a shop.

A flock of pigeons (Q: He) landed on the roof, cooing and looking like a big silver-gray flower.

The breeze blows the snow-white feathers of two pigeons on the tightrope, just like two young acrobats walking on the tightrope, and like two silver notes embedded in the staff.

A group of white pigeons sang in the air, as if a touch of white in the snow suddenly fell on the blue sky.

At a fixed time every day, beautiful pigeons fly in the blue sky like a flowing sunset.

This group of shiny osprey has white filamentary feathers on its neck and a small hook on the tip of its slender mouth. When the cormorant is fishing, it is like a torpedo, desperately chasing the fish in the water, and the fish is scared to lose its soul and flee at random.

When the osprey flies, its wings flap very fast and make a "swish" sound, as if it were afraid to come down after birth.

The white rabbit's mouth is shaped like a "ya", as if it doesn't close properly, revealing two rows of small teeth like broken jade.

The white rabbit's eyes are red, like two sparkling rubies.

The rabbit's tail is very short, just like a fluffy ball sticking to its ass. When it jumps, it pouts, which is very interesting.

The rabbit bent down, bounced hard on the ground with its hind legs, and went straight out with a shout, like a cloud of snow flying.

Good words and sentences: naive, carefree, free, naive, ridiculous, holding your chest, iodine belly, babbling, laughing, laughing, laughing, running after me, running after me, in a mess, thinking that you are holding your breath, screaming, pointing, being glib. As if nothing had happened, you were naughty, covered in mud, chasing you, losing your temper, making noise, dancing with knives, catching turtles in a jar, cheering and splashing water everywhere.

Interesting things, good words and sentences:

Naive, carefree, unrestrained, childish and ridiculous, chest out, belly out, babbling, laughing, laughing, chasing me, chasing me, playing in a mess, thinking that you are holding your breath, screaming, pointing, glib, coquetry, playing dumb and pretending as if nothing had happened. All over the mud, chasing each other, losing his temper, making noise, dancing with knives and making sticks, catching turtles in a jar, being as comfortable as you want, cheering and splashing around.