Good words, sentences, paragraphs and poems describing the sun.

1. Sometimes the helplessness of life does not come from oneself, but is created unintentionally by others, which is a mistake. Life is a contradiction, the distance between day and night, the cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter, so there is picky love, which adds helplessness to the joy of waiting.

2. A quiet night, I was alone, some empty, some desolate. Sitting under the starry sky and looking up at the beautiful sky, it feels real but not real, flashing and seems to be beating. Everything beautiful is always in an instant, just like a mirage. When the sky becomes bright, the stars have faded together. ...

3. Just like the sea, whether it is blue or bright, whether it is calm or turbulent, it rises and falls, with the slightest fluctuation; I like to listen to the sound of the sea, whether it is the sound of waves hitting rocks or the sound of waves rolling, it is soft and surging; I like watching the sea, no matter whether my mood is comfortable or dull, whether the weather is sunny or gloomy, I am comfortable and relaxed. ...

Turn over the yellow pages and try to find the bits and pieces left by the past. It seems that friends who were many years ago have become strangers now. Rushing by, the friendship that has been maintained for many years has faded, and no intimacy can be found. I only meet them occasionally and smile. Now I can only find those unforgettable things in the past in the yellow pages. At least I can hold this last silk thread. ...

It's getting dark again, and this busy city is going to fall asleep again. Let this tired "body" bid farewell to the hard work of the day, let it sleep, and accompany people in the city to sleep. The crescent moon in the sky looks at the city and its people affectionately, watching the lights of every household go out gradually, and it quietly plays the "Song of the Moon" on the bedside. ...

6. Listen, whose piano sound is so bleak, low-key and slow-paced, as if telling something. The tone is slightly low-key, and it sounds as if my heart is shaking. I feel a kind of depressed and depressed atmosphere. Has it condensed in this air? ...

7. Lights, with bright light, accompany you whenever night comes, so unknown. It's just ordinary. It looks gorgeous or not. It's all the same. Lamps decorated with pearls and crystals can only be used for decoration to satisfy people's vanity. Compared with this, ordinary fluorescent lamp is lucky, because its lighting properties have not changed, just like some people in life are ordinary but real.

8. It's sunny today. It's very comfortable to sit by the window and look at such a sunny day outside. The world after the storm always gives people a bright feeling, as if the sun shines on the "heart", so that the flowers trampled by the wind and rain a few days ago can regain the care of love and reproduce the vitality of life!

9. Ignorant people wait for the illusion in their dreams, and what they get is not what they want, but the mark left by years on their faces. People who accomplish nothing are wasting their lives. In life, instead of taking time to wait, it is better to speed up the pace to pursue your own ideals and strive to race against time. Maybe you will feel physically and mentally exhausted, but this life is full after all.

10. Some are cold, some are cold, and some are helpless. I walked alone in the dark, trembling, my body was shrinking, and my new life was trembling. I can't see the road ahead clearly, I feel confused and my chest is a little stuffy. I looked around, the deserted streets looked deserted, and I felt that the whole world was giving up on me. Between steps, tears have already dropped. ...

1 1. 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!

12. 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!

13. When glitz deceives us too much, the falsehood in reality almost makes us forget the real existence. It is true feelings that bring us the purest and truest feelings. It reveals a beautiful oath and permeates eternal and persistent true love.

14. Youth is a time to laugh and cry. Youth is a young eagle flying in the blue sky. Although he is not fully grown up and naive, he tries his best to find his own sky for a moment of passion and a feeling of flying alone!

15. I lament my life because I have never had a magnificent feat and feel small and mediocre. It seems that life is too simple, which makes people feel annoyed. I don't have the audacity to talk about the future, just grasp the present realistically. I think this is a road. Everyone has to embark on a journey. I have seen such a sentence: the process of growth is long but full, and the process of self-destruction is short but leaves a lifetime of pain. Life can be said to be a test, and where to go depends on yourself.

16. Such a gentle wind drives young trees and grass to dance together. A breeze blew, just like a mother's hand gently stroking her face. I like that feeling, cool. To enjoy life, you don't have to be accompanied by delicacies, silks and satins. Nature is the most precious thing God has given to mankind.

17. Injury is inevitable in life, and failure and fall are not terrible. The terrible thing is that you are devastated and have lost your pursuit of life and lofty ideals. No one's road ahead is smooth sailing, even ships sailing in rivers are inevitably bumpy. The ups and downs encountered in life are not accidental difficulties, but inevitable tests.

18. In everyone's heart, there have been people worth remembering, perhaps still there, perhaps long gone, lost in the vast sea of people. Therefore, that nostalgia will be bleak, because there is only an "empty shell" left in the vague memory, and there is nothing, even my own heart can't hold it. Time erased everything and blocked the tears of that day, because it was gone, and nostalgia was just sadness.

19. On a sultry day, cicadas can't help chirping in loneliness. I'm alone, and I don't have a confidant. I want to listen to rock music and hysterical singing, just to escape the intense loneliness in the unmanned world. One person is cold, two people are wonderful. Therefore, the inexplicable impulse makes me miss my old friends and the past days. Although unrealistic reverie can't save everything, I hope my thoughts can fly in the world after closing my eyes and dance with a smile. ...

20. What is most worth cherishing is today, because it is the easiest day to pass away. Grasping today means grasping hope. Every minute is just a moment, and every minute we ride is called a day. Time often goes by inadvertently. Life is a few times, and youth is more precious. For teenagers of our age, youth is less than 20 years. In our study and life, we must rely on our own strength to sail our boat to the other side of hope.

The soft sunshine hangs obliquely on the branches and leaves of pine and cypress, which looks so quiet and solemn. On the green lawn and the white cement road, the footsteps are so light, but everyone's heart is so excited and full of thoughts.

The ocean of life is not as blue as Xizi Lake. As time goes by, it is sometimes as calm as a mirror, sometimes the waves splash, and sometimes the waves soar into the sky ... people often become stronger after the test of big winds and waves.

When you are immersed in warm wind, birds and flowers, green mountains and green waters, fertile fields, you will be intoxicated; When you face the golden autumn season, you will be ecstatic. Have you ever thought that abundant spring scenery is heroic after severe cold baptism, but beautiful autumn scenery is the crystallization after the summer heat melts? ...

Little stars, like pearls, are embedded in the sky and shine.

Naughty little stars draw a golden arc in the blue night sky, like a weaver girl throwing a brocade thread.

On a winter night, a few naked stars are pitifully cold and shivering, and you can almost hear the sound of teeth colliding.

The little star trembled in the cold air, as if shivering with cold.

The stars are full of emotions, like naughty children, staring at the world with childish persistence, as if telling a beautiful and moving myth with bright eyes.

Just like someone holding a candle carefully, the white star appeared in the sky and flickered quietly.

In the deep blue sky, there is a bright and dazzling diamond star-the morning star.

On a beautiful starry night, there is not a cloud in the sky, and the deep blue sky is full of diamond-like stars.

Shining stars, like gems, densely cover the vast and boundless night sky.

The Milky Way, from the northwest sky, crossed the sky and inclined to the southeast land.

The stars in summer are as lovely as naughty children.

There are several big and bright stars hanging in the night sky, as if people in the sky were patrolling the vast space with lanterns.

The starry sky is reflected on the rough sea, so it dances up and down with the waves, hiding from time to time.

The first morning star appeared, flashing in the dark blue sky. It is so big and bright that it is unique in the whole vast sky, where it radiates extraordinary brilliance and hangs in the sky like a bright lamp.

In the morning, the snowstorm stopped, but it is still a long time before dawn. A few remnant stars secretly opened their eyes to peep at the snowy world.

Gradually, the remnant star closed her sleepy eyes and retired in the morning sky.

A good meteor draws bright silver lines in the night sky, just like exploring the best future in the world.

There are more stars than ever before. They are big and bright. They don't blink or blink. They are quiet and serene.

What a cool and sunny autumn night it is! The stars are brighter and bigger than ever before ... like dazzling gems in the silver-gray sky, everything on the earth has become so elegant and quiet.

There are many small stars all over the sky, which fall on the mirror-like river and shine like pearls and agates.

The stars are shining in the dark blue sky, like countless pairs of eyes, flashing.

There are many little stars hanging in the dark blue sky, as if they had just been bathed in the Milky Way, shining.

Stars twinkle in the sky like small electric lights.

In the deep blue sky, stars are scattered all over the sky like sesame seeds.

Fish-bellied white clouds have floated in the east, and several evacuated stars are still blinking in the sky.

In the high night sky, several bright silver stars are flashing, as if they had just been fished out of the water.

Between the faded dark clouds, several stars blinked shyly.

Sparse star closed his tired and sleepy eyes, retreated and disappeared.

The morning star is big and bright, and it is the only one in the vast sky, where it radiates extraordinary brilliance, just like a bright lamp hanging in the sky.

A sparkling meteor, like a flower splashed from the river, flew out from the center of the Milky Way, slipped through the dark blue night sky and fell silently to the north.

The meteor turned into a flash and cut through the night sky.

A meteor dragged the blue phosphorescence like a long tail and drew a long arc in the night sky. It took a long time to fade away.

The dark blue sky is so charming, and there are little stars twinkling in the sky. There are more and more of them, as if dancing on the blue carpet, blinking and talking to me.

Angels also have emotions ~

Angels sacrifice themselves to make others happy; The devil plunders at will and gets his own happiness ~

Standing here, it's strange that the mountain has changed. Their shapes are very different from those seen from the plains or mid-levels. They become very layered, messy, majestic and strange. Look up, the mountain is the sky, and the sky is also the mountain. It seems that your nose can touch the mountain at any time.

I saw a misty giant peak protruding in the distance, surrounded by dozens of small stone peaks. A closer look shows that the giant peak is like the Monkey King holding a golden hoop, and those small peaks are like monkeys scratching their ears and cheeks. Look, the Monkey King is taking his children to kill the worse. Under the pale sky, the mountains are as black as iron and solemn. The red sun rises and the peaks are deep blue. Then, the mist appeared, and the milky white yarn separated the heavy mountains, leaving only the blue peaks, which really looked like a refreshing landscape painting. After a while, the fog cleared again, and the bare rock wall and steep rock wall were dyed deep red by the sun's light and gradually turned into bronze, which was particularly magnificent against the background of green trees and fields.

There are no villages and rice fields in the overlapping mountains. These mountains are like some drunken old people who have been sleeping for tens of millions of years. No one dares to go deep into their hearts, even adventurous hunters just go to their feet to chase goats, wild boar and birds running down the mountain, and never climb to its peak.

Nothing is more charming than the green hills bathed in the spring rain. The whole hillside is lush. Endless mist is like flowing silk, wrapped around the waist. Sunlight turns raindrops on every leaf into colorful pearls.

On the knife-shaped hill, there are wisps of milky white fog, and a slender line is faintly visible in the fog.

This stone wall is like a skyscraper on its back, so high that it will collapse and be aggressive. On the top of the mountain, the dense forest seems to be a huge black felt hat buckled on the cliff, and clusters of unknown wild flowers leap from the stone wall.

The rain changed the atmosphere of the park. In the sea of clouds in the northwest, there are distant mountains like ink paintings, which are quite praised as "borrowing scenery" in garden architecture.

Winter is a surly teenager, sometimes docile and clever, and sometimes playing some practical jokes. When he is happy, the sun is shining and the breeze is blowing gently. When he is unhappy, dark clouds cover the sun, and it rains and snows. He always greedily wanted this and that, and really gave it to him, but he didn't cherish it and vandalized it. He trotted on the yellow grass after autumn, thinking that the rustling of the grass was not pleasant to hear, so he scattered snowflakes all over the sky and wrapped mountains, rivers and fields in soft velvet blankets. He was very proud of his creation and cheered and frolicked on the snowy field. Under the care of the snow blanket, those yellow grasses had a sweet dream. In my dream, the spring breeze once gave off green buds. However, the teenager doesn't know Cao Ermeng. He hasn't played enough. He saw a swaying leaf on the tree on the other side of the river, but the gurgling river hindered his steps. He didn't have the patience to detour from the bridge, so he waved and raised a cold wind to freeze the river. He ran across the ice quickly, tore off the last leaf left on the branch, rubbed it in his hand until it broke, and then threw it away without pity.

Winter is a seed of love, pure, romantic and elegant. She is like a waterfall, with long hair swaying in the wind. She has a round face like a full moon, bright eyes like stars, graceful waist and enchanting charm. She came leisurely from the depths of the wilderness with a longing for sincere love. She wore white sleeveless sleeves and danced colorful feathers among the mountains and rivers. The mountains and rivers were fascinated by her beauty, and she also changed into elegant clothes wrapped in silver makeup. With delicate fingers, she plucked carefully, and a song slipped leisurely from the strings. The vast forest was bewitched by her piano, and she also sobbed and sang a bitter song. Looking at the changes in the world around her because of her, her eyes and eyebrows are full of joy. Later, when she was tired, she sat down and listened, wondering if her prince charming had set foot on the journey to meet her. Then, all was silent, even the wind stopped circling, hiding behind the clouds and holding your breath. From far to near, a handsome young man was riding a horse. He held out his hand to the girl and the girl smiled, so innocent.

Winter is a dignified middle-aged man, bold, firm and unhurried. He is always carrying a heavy bag and walking in a hurry. Although he has lost his curiosity and impulse when he was young, he is still full of passion for struggle. He clearly realized that he was shouldering the mission of connecting the past with the future, and he had a long way to go, and he dared not slack off for a moment. In the north, he was very brave, not only blowing the cold wind of hunting, but also throwing colorful snowflakes. In the south, he was infected by the elegance of Jiangnan and became humble. In his footsteps, from time to time there is a misty rain falling. So the poet sang: there are 484 temples in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are many towers in the misty rain. His busyness and caution made him unsmiling, but in his heart, he still lost a trace of warmth and secretly dispersed. He took care of the fish swimming under the ice sheet carefully to keep them from the cold. He let the snow melt in the sun and penetrate into the dry land. He knew that only in this way, the soil full of water would be more suitable for the growth of seedlings next spring. He let the branches of Chimonanthus praecox blossom shy flowers, and let people feel the beauty of life in the bleak world. ...

Winter is an old man who has experienced vicissitudes of life, calm and frank. He sat in the yard where he had lived all his life, enjoying the warm sunshine in winter. In his chiseled eyebrows, you can see the lush in early spring, the enthusiasm in midsummer and the harvest in late autumn. The fragrance of plum blossoms is floating in the air. He stretched out his bony hand and summoned his wife who had been together for life. The two men helped each other and told stories of the past. In those stories, there are silver snakes dancing in the mountains, elephants galloping in the wax, ice melting and talking, and swallows returning. This road, no matter how difficult it is, is hand in hand side by side and has never been separated. Their words are sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes emotional and sometimes slow. Those fleeting years seem to be pulled back, close at hand and within reach. Gradually, the voices of the old people disappeared, replaced by dreamy eyes and quiet smiles. Outside the window, dusk is approaching, and the cold wind is ringing the bells under the eaves, bringing the news of the recovery of everything.