Appreciation of street sayings in the morning

1. It started at a deserted street corner in the early morning, and only after breaking up did we have some uncomfortable and familiar encounters. Simple acceptance -sige

A lonely intersection on the street in the early morning

I feel a little uncomfortable after breaking up.

Familiar encounter, simple prelude

I still feel something after being strange.

I tried to replay our shot.

But I forgot where to start.

Time squandered the gentleness we once had.

Missing has also become a burden of memories.

I finally learned to accept that we were wrong from the beginning.

The only thing that can be preserved is the freedom that you don't want.

Love is a wound that separates you from me.

It turns out that being unsuitable is the most painful possession.

I can pretend to accept that we missed the beginning

Folds that match palm prints are not hand-holding.

Love doesn't need a reason. Reason is our excuse.

Whose silence is stranded at the end of the back

I see through it.

It has been dawn for a long time, and the morning light like a clear spring flows in from a small window, and birds are chirping in the branches.

The dawn of dawn lifts the veil of night, spits out brilliant morning light and welcomes a new day.

The newborn dawn, like a bright red baby, trembled three times in this thick spray.

The rising sun is full of strong alcohol, spreading infinite drunkenness to the vast sky in the fields.

It's getting light, and the light blue sky is inlaid with a few remnant stars. The earth is hazy, like a silver-gray veil.

Dawn is like a sword, splitting the silent night and welcoming the rising sun.

In the morning, all is silent, the sky is bright, the night is about to disappear, and the morning light of dawn slowly awakens the sleeping creatures. The air is cold, rowing a boat, slowly crossing the ocean of memory, forgetting the time, but thinking of the past, the morning is refreshing and calm, and the clouds are clear.

I am flying 30,000 feet above acacia, overlooking the sea of clouds, rolling like waves, and the soaring of the silver eagle is like a boat, swaying peacefully in the tranquility of this sea of clouds.

I was surprised: nine days later, I was reincarnated into the world of five oceans. In the end, the clouds and the sky are still extending, but gradually do not intersect, so as a belief, they cling to each other, far or weak or bright.

Accompanied by the lingering winter rain, I can't help but feel the chill, holding hands with you, drinking hot tea and being close to you in this cold street. The rain curtain is a transparent curtain, and there are three thousand people bustling outside, which is fascinating.

I'm in the curtain and you're big. Everything depends on you, wealth and poverty are illusory, and the winter rain is so bright, breaking the haze and illuminating the soul.

This pity and caution mixed my most sincere concern. Like every flowering branch, flowers and leaves used to be so warm.

Scattered silently, it still nourishes another round of flowers.

4. The sentence describing the street is like a pot of porridge rolling up and down.

Nanjing Road is like an endless sea of lights, dotted with pearls and amber.

People come and go in small streets, like a flowing stream.

Cars of all styles shuttle back and forth on the wide road, like a colorful river.

A narrow winding street. Full of stench, through other narrow and winding streets, all the ragged people, all the ragged stench, all the scenes brewing diseases.

A tree-covered asphalt road reflects the shadows of trees.

There are several streets in the town that all look the same, and many alleys are the same as each other. The residents there are almost the same. They walked on the same sidewalk at the same time and left at the same time, making the same footsteps. They are doing the same job. For them, today is no different from yesterday and tomorrow, and this year is the same as last year and next year.

Seen from the top of the lighthouse, those houses look like seagulls' nests. Ships are like beetles, but people walk on the Baishi Street like spots.

The neat and tall oil palm trees and phoenix flower trees along the street, like handfuls of natural giant umbrellas, form a beautiful avenue.

On both sides of the chessboard-like neat street are rows of super-high-rise skyscrapers.

When you come to Nasser Street, the first thing you see is tall buildings and rows of shops.

The skyscrapers in new york are breathtaking. There are also dilapidated and dark buildings on the street. It's everywhere.

The street is very lively, and people are jumping around like a grain of sand rolling in a big sand table.

5. The good words and sentences of bombers bombing the enemy are intertwined, and the street lamps are shining.

Shadows and shadows, streets,

The gourd man suddenly died in the street,

The residual glue, smell and moisture are lingering,

Speak in silence,

But it can kill mom,

Looking inside, the gourd man suddenly died in the street.

Shake it, don't set your opinion,

Walking in the starry sky,

The gourd man suddenly died in the street,

Suddenly died in the street,

The residual glue of Hulu Xia was suffocating, and the employees' mothers flew away.

Hulu Xia is not angry, and the goods are delivered.

But it flows to hell,

Evil spirits are gathering, and gourd man has a mother to blow up.

The new unmarked emptiness is chaotic,

Watching the gourd man lie on the ground and die,

The gourd people are all dead, mom, and the starry sky is confused with me.

The shaking of the earth killed the gourd man's mother

At the end of this world, the crime of gourd man must be

All the people suddenly died in the street, leaving blood all over the sky.

When the bird saw the residual glue, his mother died well.

Hulu Xia's mother died well, and there was blood residue.

Mom died well, and Hulu Xia accepted her.

The earth covered the sun with satin,

Die for the gourd man, mom,

In summer, the yard is full of corpses.

This is a fucking precursor to the gourd man's bombing

The body was full of hot sunshine,

Bronchitis is stained with notes,

The gourd man sang the bloody bitch skull,

Gourd people have gorgeous bodies,

Come on, friends, look at it happily,

The crime of binding madness was finally forgiven,

Enlightenment and noise in the body,

Blood flows out in many ways,

Gourd people shouldn't have hearts,

It is still difficult to restrain the anxiety in my heart.

Beating all the employees of Hulu Man,

Cracks are everywhere,

The gourd man has a hundred holes in the front warehouse,

Sin will eventually be punished,

Speed and friction,

Gourd man, bang, bang,

Internal organs are anxious,

Everyone on the earth is very happy.

6. What are the good words and sentences in Chapter 10 of Hongyan? 1. Crossing this noisy street, he gave way to the bus with black smoke tail many times.

This worn-out diesel car, with the bumpy and harsh noise from the rolling ground, coupled with the cries of vendors and stalls selling surplus American goods, the panicked shouts of rickshaw cases and the noise of pedestrians all over the street, turned the festive street into a pot of porridge rolling around. I walked a little further and saw a little more clearly.

On the high tower, there are several wooden cages hanging. Hongyan is a good word and sentence.

Ah, isn't this a publicity stunt? Jiang Jie was surprised and took a few steps. After a look, there was a bloody head in that wooden cage! Cheng Gang is different from his lively sister, with broad shoulders and a square face, and a pair of upright eyes under his plump and open forehead. He is of medium build, wearing a yellow jacket, blue serge bloomers and shiny black semi-uniform leather boots.

There is a purple scarf around the neckline, which sets off the thoughtful expression on her face. 4, chest infarction, crying, dizziness, full of grief and indignation, torture, rather die than surrender, cheering, despair and anxiety, 5, dismissive, unreasonable, staring, shivering, triumphant, with relish, superhuman powers, 6, outside, it is the usual noise and roar that guide him and let him move into the interrogation room.

In the interrogation room, smoke billowed and the air was very dirty. He caught a glimpse of a man in his thirties tied to a tiger stool, with a fire beside him, and several people were stuffing a smoking soldering iron into the chest of the interrogated person. Regardless of this, Xu Pengfei went to the window alone, pulled open the curtain and pushed open a closed window. He needs to get rid of his troubles and breathe fresh air.

Outside the window, the drizzle floated to his face, and the chill barely helped him calm his inner ups and downs. Hongyan is a good word and sentence.

For an instant, he seemed to see the shadow of that delicate machine, just like a small pedal mask aligner. ..... Yes, that's it! However, when he put the pencil into the drawing paper and just looked at the blank paper, the phantom of the machine became blurred or even empty.

8. Looking back, Jie Jiang saw a long line of able-bodied men in tattered military uniforms emerge from the foggy sea like ghosts. They shrugged their shoulders, put their hands on their cuffs and trembled. Thin cheeks, prominent cheekbones, no expression on the ground, a pair of dark eyes, deep in desperate eyes ... When he reached the river, Lifu put down his luggage, and Jiang Jie paid the money and stood among the passing passengers waiting. Jiang Feng blew head-on, shaking her skirts, and the wet sea of fog surrounded her. She buttoned up her new fine wool coat and reached into her coat pocket.

9. He calmly turned a few blocks, made sure there was no "tail" behind him, and went straight to the dormitory No.5 of Dachuan Bank ... This is a residential area near the city center. The roadside is covered with trees, which is very quiet. There are few pedestrians on the street during the Chinese New Year.

He held out his hand and rang the doorbell. After a long wait, the black paint door slowly opened. A middle-aged man in a navy serge suit appeared at the door, wearing a coat.

Seeing Yu Xinjiang, he nodded slightly and let him in. I'm used to looking at the street again before closing the door.

10, hiding people's eyes and ears, rushed to the lair, ready to go, expressionless, the situation was grim, rainy and foggy, and tears filled his eyes. 1 1, he had a sharp hard pencil in his hand, and a lamp lit up a large piece of white paper in front of him. He has spent several nights making an ideal machine. He chewed a pencil and stirred his brain to think hard, but there was no trace of thinking on the white drawing paper.

12, Cheng Gang came to the repair shop. There are only a few cold and shabby workshops in the factory, which are overgrown with weeds

Hundreds of workers, huddled in dilapidated shacks, have nowhere to go-they all moved from other provinces with factories during the Anti-Japanese War, and have not received a penny since they stopped working. This mess is now left to Cheng Gang. I hope he "manages" the rubbish and hundreds of unemployed workers.

13, thrilling, drooling, self-defeating, ambitious, stumbling, dancing, leisurely, uneasy, 14, watching, just like a flash of light in front of my post, I suddenly feel unusually fresh and happy! What did Lao Li used to do? He knows nothing except what Lao Li just said, but he is convinced that the document that his eldest brother brought home from the East Sichuan Special Committee at that time was written by Li Jingyuan himself! 15, it's getting dark, and there seem to be more customers coming in and out. Every evening, most people buy books and read books. The bookstore is crowded with students who come out of school after supper.

Chen Songlin was too busy picking up books, collecting money and looking for money from the crowd to listen to the noisy gossip of those students.

1. Crossing this noisy street, he repeatedly gave way to a bus with a black smoke tail.

This worn-out diesel car, with the bumpy and harsh noise from the rolling ground, coupled with the cries of vendors and stalls selling surplus American goods, the panicked shouts of rickshaw cases and the noise of pedestrians all over the street, turned the festive street into a pot of porridge rolling around. I walked a little further and saw a little more clearly.

On the high tower, there are several wooden cages hanging. Ah, isn't this a publicity stunt? Jiang Jie was surprised and took a few steps. After a look, there was a bloody head in that wooden cage! Cheng Gang is different from his lively sister, with broad shoulders and a square face, and a pair of upright eyes under his plump and open forehead.

He is of medium build, wearing a yellow jacket, blue serge bloomers and shiny black semi-uniform leather boots. There is a purple scarf around the neckline, which sets off the thoughtful expression on her face.

Two water policemen dressed in white walked in the corridor, followed by several soldiers with guns, their bayonets flashing cold light. The inspection is being carried out in the steerage, and only the sound of bayonets piercing into wooden cases and cans is heard, mixed with the shrill cries of children.