Strange poems are: stranger's love and strange Lord. The part of speech is: adjective. The phonetic notation is: ㄛㄕㄥ. The structure is: the stranger (left and right structure) is born (single structure). The pinyin is: mò shēng.
What is the specific explanation of strangeness? We will introduce you through the following aspects:
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Stranger. (1) I don't know beforehand, I haven't heard of it, I haven't seen it. (2) Having a foreign or unfamiliar appearance, manner or characteristics.
Second, the citation interpretation
1. Not familiar with; Not familiar with it. Quoted from Zou Taofen's Message from Zong Ping 75: "Later, there were more and more" children ",and the" older children "were overwhelmed. They are not afraid of strangers at all. " Ba Jin's Autumn Six: "He is very strange about this question." Shen Congwen's autobiography Chenzhou: "There are strange faces everywhere. I don't know who to eat with during the day and who to sleep with at night. "
Third, the national language dictionary.
Not seen, known or familiar. This man looks strange, so he must not be from here. "Also known as" MoSheng ". Word translation English is unfamiliar, unfamiliar with German Fremdheit (s) _, Befremdlich (adj) _, Fremd, Unbekant (adj) _ French Inconnou, é tranger.
Fourthly, online interpretation.
Strange (Chinese word) strange [strange; Unknown]: unknown in advance, unheard of or unknown, unfamiliar.
About unfamiliar synonyms
strange
On unfamiliar antonyms
Very well, very well, very well.
About strange poems
You walk through the puddle and see the sky behind the strange shadow on the billboard. A glass pigeon fell to the ground with its origin in the lotus. I entrusted my life to you. Nothing can be considered and calculated in time. Yes, we have nothing to arrange. When you look back at that thousand-layer lotus leaf, many things were decided at that time. In that afternoon of flowers, in that afternoon of July, in front of the lotus of new rain, if you don't have it, I can choose any theme and draw it into a completely different sketch or watercolor painting. I could have had a different life experience. If you just walked quietly in front of the new rain in that July afternoon, if you didn't look back, the sixteen-year-old girl woke up in a strange city, and your name was on your lips, my love. I also know that sixteen-year-old flowers only bloom once, but I still care about the whiteness of the skirt, praise, love and everything. Relieve my mood, care about Golden Dream, and block the exotic wind and frost for me. Love used to be a kind of wine, but it turned into missing. In a strange city, I raise my glass every night and wonder if I really fell in love with you when I was sixteen. Did I really fall in love with the youth that is gone forever, the flower that withered before it opened, the hurried summer, the painting that was abandoned before it was painted, and the casual parting? Otherwise, I really love you. How can I fall in love with such an unbearable youth problem? I've been thinking about a problem all my life. When I was a child, I was like a shy bud. I couldn't open my mouth, but I met you tonight, and my white hair was ridiculous. Unfortunately, I finally had to spend my whole life thinking about a problem. What I can't forget is that the tears in your eyes reflect the moonlight in the clouds. It rained last night, and the locust tree covered your grave. It was sunny this morning, and Laura climbed the distant mountain. The windy Buddha in the gentle valley of the barren grave wipes the bare grass in front of your grave. Who goes to the grave to identify the broken tombstone at dusk? I have forgotten where I was buried. I only remember that when I cried, I was facing the sunset. Pick a meadow with the most grass at random and put down a bunch of hyacinthus orientalis. I shouldn't cry, knowing that it's not necessarily you buried in the ground. Why cry for secular people? This long dream has never woken up for hundreds of years. I hope the reality will become an ancient fairy tale. You can sleep for a hundred years, and I will accompany you to let the wild rose stay. We have blossomed, let the red-breasted birds nest in our hair and let the fallen leaves rest in our clothes. A century passed in the blink of an eye, but it was just a dream. The shadow of the distant mountain swallowed up your melancholy heart and mine. I walked back through the pine forest. What flowers are blooming on the vague deer shadow path? Why do you always travel in tears every night? Tomorrow, I will be separated from the mountains by gentle and solemn thunder, covering my eyes from deep valleys and mountains. Goodbye, I love to let me cross this strange valley alone. Through the deep depressed space, my past is crying and repenting. Stop writing these strange poems. You don't want to be a poet in your life, but my love is so beautiful. How can my heart not be full of poetry? My poem is like a broken pearl, but every bead is still as soft as ever. I can't stop my thoughts at the tip of my pen, just like the endless spring rain. Although it will rain and muddy the streets, it will also wash away jasmine's little flower heart. 1 Let me believe this is dear. My story seems to convince me that the blooming fallen flowers are the history of the whole spring. If you can forget it, I should also keep all my tears in my heart, or decorate them with the boundless sky at night in Xia Na. When the wind blows, I just tighten my clothes to protect my singing heart, so that Qiu Lai can't eavesdrop. I can't say hope in this life. I am a transplanted conifer. Dear, you are the hometown of that distant northern winter. Why can't I lock my heart, but I can't lock my love and sadness? In the long life, why does the joy at first sight always fade away? The most urgent thing is the most beautiful time. Loulan bride, my lover once buried me with tears, wrapped my smooth body with pearls, jade and frankincense, and inserted bird feathers into my satin hair with trembling hands. He closed my eyes gently, knowing that he was the last image in my eyes, and sprinkled flowers on my chest, and his love and sadness dispersed at the same time. My lover left me alone in eternal darkness and eternal sweetness and sadness. I can never forgive you for waking me up so unscrupulously, exposing me to the desolation of no longer knowing each other and breaking my once gentle heart. Only the sunset is still the sunset of that day, but who can bury me again and give me a thousand-year dream? I should still be Loulan's bride-
About strange words
In a strange place
About strange idioms
Flower Street Liu Mo Liu Mo Flower Street Taoxi Liu Mo is a stranger, as are the streets and alleys.
About strange words
Taoxi Flower Street criss-crossing Flower Street Qu Mo meets Flower Street Mo Mo Flower Street Mo Mo.
About strange sentence making
1. My mother told me not to go with strangers outside.
We should be wary of strangers with ulterior motives.
One day, a strange old man came to my house.
He looked at the strange visitor with puzzled eyes.
He has just transferred to a new school and feels that everything is strange.
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