Whoever eats the food on the plate, every grain is fishy and bitter.
Like a dream
Always remember to eat in the canteen,
The flies are as free as ever.
Swallowing black pearls bitterly,
Unconsciously, dead flies entered the stomach.
Vomiting, vomiting,
Vomiting out countless pickles.
Wuye cries
Walking powerlessly in the cafeteria, his face is like autumn.
The long queue is waiting in the room and frowning.
Bite It didn't move, but it was still hard when chewed. It was a steamed bun.
There was a sour taste in my heart.
Manjianghong. Writing about my feelings
I was out of breath and went to the cafeteria. Not daring to take a break.
Looking up, there is an endless queue and fierce competition.
Thirty brothers are worried and anxious, and eight people are complaining and complaining.
Don't wait to empty the rice bowl, it will be empty and sad!
The shame of being hungry is not yet over. When will students’ hatred be extinguished?
Use bowls and chopsticks to knock on the low stools and square tables.
It’s hard to swallow hungry meals. Without meat, I smile bitterly, drink with thirst, and worry about it.
After finishing the meal, I clean up the leftovers, but I am still hungry. 2. Classic sentences about sunset
Classic sentences about sunset (web search) Organize the information) 1. The sun, a red ball, hides behind the sparse branches. The red beam shines over, touching you so gently, like the hand of a young mother.
2. After a while, the sun was like a person's squinted eyes, leaving only a slit. Gradually, the sun disappeared, the clouds turned white, and the sky became dark.
I said to my mother: "The sunset is so beautiful!" 3. The fiery red sun was about to go down. I ran downstairs and stared at the beautiful sunset. 4. The morning sun shines its rays on the lake. The breeze picks up, the waves jump, and the lake is filled with gold.
5. When the sun slowly sets, when the first ray of sunset illuminates the rice fields, the rice fields suddenly become golden. When the first ray of sunset illuminates the branches of the trees, the branches of the trees turn golden-green. Green, when the first ray of sunset illuminates the distant trees, the trees turn hazy golden, when the first ray of sunset illuminates the distant sky, I see hope outside the sky. 6. Ah! That touch of sunset, the sunset illuminated the flowers, I saw the beauty, the sunset illuminated the trees; I saw the growth, the sunset illuminated the sky; I saw the morning glow of tomorrow, the hope of the day after tomorrow! Walking from the house, the brilliant sun immediately took away my eyes, and my eyes suddenly glowed with golden light! 7. In the evening, the sun condenses its dazzling light and turns into a golden disc.
The cloudless sky is blue, like a clear sky lake. Slowly, the color became thicker and thicker, as if the lake was deepening.
The towering mountains in the distance are painted with a layer of golden yellow under the setting sun, making them look particularly magnificent. After a while, the sun smiled with its round face red, kissed the head of the mountains, and sprayed out its round red face to the earth and sky. This is the beautiful sunset.
The sun showed its beauty, jumped happily, and disappeared behind the Western Mountain. 8. Gradually, the setting sun withdrew its last light. Before I could say goodbye, I lowered my head, closed my eyes, and fell asleep quietly.
Looking at the original group of followers, they also restrained their interest in time and turned into dark clouds, waiting for the sunset to come again. The twilight is dim, the setting sun is like blood, and the setting sun on the edge of the Yellow River is like a gold-rimmed sunset. At this time, it is perfectly round and radiant, piercing the eyes, like a dream, and it seems unreal.
The last ray of the setting sun hit the ground and merged with the dim yellow desert. The golden light was bright and swallowed up the fertile sun. 9. The sun was covered by a huge cloud, leaving only a wisp of red clouds.
The red clouds looked like a shepherd and a group of sheep, disappearing into the sky and like a huge black bear eating. I was tired from standing, so I squatted down. After making a little noise, the giant bear rushed over.
Suddenly disappeared again. 10. The sun faded away, leaving a dark red semicircle hanging on the branches.
11. The setting sun is like a burning fire, burning more and more fiercely, burning the western sky into blood red; the setting sun is like a beating heart, fighting tenaciously against the darkness. 12. Overlooking the town at dusk, it is like a golden moon falling in the sky, kissing the countryside of my hometown. From the village with smoke curling up, a few barking dogs and roosters can be heard from time to time, as if it is a distant and hazy dream. .
13. The dreamy golden color is on your head, the mountains in the distance are covered with golden gauze, everything is golden, even the breath you exhale seems to be infected. Only then did I realize that it was already evening and sunset was about to begin.
14. At this time, the face of the sun is bright red, and its light seems to have been snatched away by someone. It is no longer dazzling, but very soft and bright. It retreats slowly to the west, as gentle and quiet as a pretty girl.
15. At first, it was just a ball of light, so dazzling that I didn’t dare to look at it. This ball of light is still hanging in the sky like a fixed hydrogen balloon, never landing.
I expected it to fall quickly so that I could see the beautiful sunset, but it fell very slowly. 16. Dusk is this shore, the most elegant foreshadowing before dawn; dusk is the other shore, the most comfortable ending before destruction.
This shore, the other shore, connected, is the whole life. Smiling and sighing in the world of mortals, to the east, who is composing a song for whom; to the west, dusk is still passing by, and smoke and clouds are passing by.
17. Gradually, the setting sun withdrew its last light. Before I could say goodbye, I lowered my head, closed my eyes, and fell asleep quietly. Looking at the original group of followers, they also restrained their interest in time and turned into dark clouds, waiting for the sunset to come again.
18. I stood in front of the window, staring at the flawless white cloud. Perhaps it was against the blue sky. She looked uniquely pure and dignified, just like a lady walking in the sky. middle. Suddenly, her face turned red and she became so shy and charming.
19. In the evening, the sunset burned the sky red. There are people coming and going on the beach at the seaside.
Some people were swimming, some were picking up shells, and some were playing. The laughter and laughter were like waves. The cool sea water washes away people's fatigue and heat, making people feel relaxed and refreshed.
20. The vast and boundless grassland is filled with a layer of gold by the bright red sunrise. The dewdrops on the grass blades are like gems set on emeralds, glowing with colorful brilliance.
Red, white, yellow, blue, purple, all kinds of wild flowers make the green grassland more beautiful than the garden. 21. Soon, the shape of the sun changed from a round and semi-circular shape to an irregular shape. It became smaller and smaller and was about to disappear.
The sun seems to be infinitely nostalgic for this world and strives to shine light on the earth. He tried his best, shot out the last ray of golden light today, and disappeared into the embrace of the mountains.
22. Dusk may be a touch of clouds hanging in the western sky entrusted by the night, or it may be the prelude to the warm night, but no matter what, dusk is so charming, not only because Its colorful clouds reflect its determination to destroy itself to interpret the true meaning of the night. 23. The purple night is about to fall, and the tranquility and depth at sunset seems to affect our emotions and lives. The great soul has fully realized, and the sunset is tranquil and clear in Zen.
Just like the setting sun, it emits all the light and heat, and then searches for the source of life again, so that life can move toward eternity. 24. It is dusk now.
The setting sun is setting over the mountains, and the lake surface, mixed with rippling waves, looks so gentle and lingering. Against this desolate background, the willow leaves also became silent, and the fish in the water became even more tactful and entangled.
I like dusk, not only because of its beautiful pictures, but also because of its beautiful scenery.