1. The cherry on the lotus leaf is like an agate in a green plate.
Appreciation: this sentence vividly writes that cherries are as round and crystal clear as agate in a metaphorical way.
In the southwest sky, a crescent moon floats on the distant treetops and on the dark houses. It is so tiny and delicate, commensurate with an ivory on black velvet, like a white jade that sinks into the water to reveal its edge, and like a boat floating on the water. Where is this ship going?
Appreciation: this sentence is a description of the scenery, which sets off the new moon and can't find the direction. The goal of college entrance examination is to be determined.
Pu Shou Chang's sharp eyes suddenly burst into light as if struck by lightning in generate, then faded and went out!
Appreciation: This sentence vividly highlights the anger and helplessness of Pu Shouchang's quilt-Han Qi's words.
She has long hair, waving a long white dress and walking barefoot. Footsteps fell on the lake, like dew on a lotus leaf, and a swan's foot gently paddled the calm lake water. (Fantasy before the new moon dies)
Appreciation: This sentence highlights the new moon's yearning for peace, happiness and a better life.
He couldn't sleep at all, so his heart flew out of the ward to find his daughter. ......
Appreciation: This sentence vividly wrote that Han, the father with broken ribs, ignored himself and only thought about his daughter, eagerly hoping that her daughter would recover soon.
She is wearing white wedge shoes, a silver-gray suit skirt and a moon yellow short-sleeved shirt. Slim, so tall, fair and delicate complexion, olive-shaped face, a pair of clear eyes, slightly higher and straight nose, pink lips closed without any lipstick, and two thin, curved and crescent-shaped lines appear next to the chin.
In the southwest sky, a crescent moon rises, empty, faint and hazy, as if there is nothing. ...
In the faint moonlight, next to the faint shadows of the trees, there was a soft violin sound, which was like crying and dreaming. Bow kisses the strings, telling a well-known story in the east of the world: butterfly lovers. Liang stood for a long time in the sound of the piano, and her heart was conquered by the sound of the piano, crushed like a small tear and sprinkled on this land.
In the sky, the crescent moon is hazy; On the ground, the sound of the piano is ethereal; Between heaven and earth, the sound of the piano echoes for a long time, like a clear spring, like a whisper, like a silkworm spinning, like a lonely goose hovering. ...
"New Moon, between us, there is no need to say these words," Chu Yanchao seems to say without thinking. "Love is" dedication, that is, giving! "
The new moon froze, as if there were two bright stars, which suddenly rose in front of her!
That's not a star, that's Chu Yanchao's affectionate eyes!
ChuYanChao eagerly staring at her, fiery poem blurted out:
Please let me convince you,
I just want one thing, okay?
Give you my heart,
And all the feelings contained in this heart! "
The crescent moon was shocked, and her pink lips trembled slightly: "Teacher, what you said is ..."
"The moon, now full of the sea, the end of the world * * *. Chu "
Exquisite carving, things are different, beauty is unlucky, the morning light is dim, and the years go back, which makes people unbearable to look back, robbed and polished, resplendent.
"New Moon, between us, there is no need to say these words," Chu Yanchao seems to say without thinking. "Love is" dedication, that is, giving! "
She is wearing white wedge shoes, a silver-gray suit skirt and a moon yellow short-sleeved shirt. Slim, so tall, fair and delicate complexion, olive-shaped face, a pair of clear eyes, slightly higher and straight nose, pink lips closed without any lipstick, and two thin, curved and crescent-shaped lines appear next to the chin. Slightly curly long hair, let it curl naturally behind the ear and at the root of the neck. There are no ornaments on the earlobe and neck. Although the black hair on the sideburns is mixed with silver, she doesn't look too old. People who don't know her and forget her can't see how young she used to be.
Walking here, she seemed to wake up from a long dream.
The morning light was dim and the alley was quiet. Early risers occasionally pass by her, cycling, walking, leading children, holding breakfast … She feels a familiar smell, but people are not familiar with her, and no one takes a serious look at her.
She saw the old pagoda tree that had gone through many vicissitudes. It is still alive, old and dry, with lush foliage. In the past, whenever spring came, clusters of white flowers would bloom here, and the fragrance floated all over the hutong. The breeze blew and the falling flowers fell like snow on her head and shoulders, "and it was still full." Now there are no flowers on the tree, and the flowering period has passed. It opened dozens of times in vain, dropped dozens of times, and waited for her, but she didn't come.
Unable to stop her impulse, she set foot on the five steps of bluestone and reached out to touch the dark red door.
Her heart thumped and her hand hung on her chest trembled slightly. She longed to open the door and was inexplicably afraid. She looked at the dark red door, as if it were a door of fate, which had decided her past fate and would also decide the destination of the rest of her life, leading to heaven or hell. She had to let herself catch her breath before reaching out and knocking on the copper ring on the knocking cymbal.
A door, separated by two worlds.
Isolated for too long, the door stores everything she knows and doesn't know. ...
I hope I can help you and adopt it.