Question 1: Is the colorful dress an idiom? The colorful dress is not an idiom.
Question 2: What does "Chen Ruo Wei Shang" mean? Dear, let me tell you. This idiom has not yet been officially added to common Chinese. In other words, this time it may be someone's man-made creation and it has not been publicly recognized.
But I can give you a general explanation. Shang refers to colorful and beautiful clothes. This word probably refers to how bright and beautiful the morning light is.
If you want to use it when writing articles, I suggest you change it to Canruo Nishang.
Question 3: That year the peach blossoms were fluttering, and her smile was as bright as a flower. Don't care about the troubles in the world, dance in colorful clothes to the moon. That year, there were many peach blossoms, and her eyes were as cold as frost, and she could see through the changes in the world. 10 points Isn't this already right?
Question 4: The host of Henan Radio 92.1 praised the beautiful words of May. In May, the mountains and plains are full of green and the scenery is picturesque. The tender grass spread out like a green carpet always makes people want to lie down and touch the soft green. Or, just roll around on it for a few times and smell the fresh fragrance of the earth! The unknown little flowers occasionally mixed with the weather also take advantage of the wind and sunshine to bloom their charming smiles to welcome the arrival of summer! < /p>
Time passes slowly around the fingers, and the elegance of the years is sadly lost, and the vicissitudes of the annual rings are written. The scenery in my eyes, the smile in my ears, and the thinning footprints by the lake all fall into the light and shadow of the passing years. The tidbits are scattered, the dreams of spring are stranded, and the longing in my heart always lingers softly, pink like the reddish color of May, and the sleeves are filled with songs.
The May wind blew gently by my ears, soft and soft, like a cloud caressing my face. She came from the sunshine of spring and crossed from the depths of the mountains, carrying the fragrance of flowers and plants, and the dream of flying, singing joyfully all the way, decorating the earth with poetry and picturesqueness.
Mother tolerates the world, and mother also needs support.
My growth is the horizontal bar engraved on your forehead; my indulgence is the vertical bar engraved between your eyebrows; my joy is the fish tail engraved in the corner of your eyes; my success is engraved on The dimples on your lips, mom, you have worked hard!
The river water in May is no longer cold. The girls and sisters-in-law are standing in the river washing clothes, and the laughter can be heard from far away. The children who came to play together also naughtily took off their shoes and socks, rolled up their trousers and got into the water, splashing water with their hands. The cool river water splashed on my clothes, face, and neck, but I was still overjoyed...
The May wind blew gently by my ears, soft, soft, like a flower The clouds caressed my face. She came from the sunshine of spring and crossed from the depths of the mountains, carrying the fragrance of flowers and plants, and the dream of flying, singing joyfully all the way, decorating the earth with poetry and picturesqueness.
The May wind is full of smiles, shining brightly on every flower, knocking the sleeping sky with the hand of hope, blowing away the decay, blowing away the rotten smell, and bringing clarity.
The wind in May, like the poet's pen and the painter's colorful colors, covers every piece of desolation with green and makes the earth change. Got new clothes.
The May wind blows the feathers of birds long, the leaves green, and the flowers red, letting the emotions of life be fully burned, and the soul also becomes happy in the wind of May. Pure.
The May wind blows up the lights of thousands of houses, blows out women’s hair, and brings out the hidden charm of women. It spreads over thousands of mountains and rivers, and spreads over everyone’s eyes.
The May wind records beautiful legends, and each legend turns into a cloud and fills the entire sky.
I grabbed a handful of the May wind with my hand and smelled her warm and moist breath, with the fragrance of flowers and earth. Immediately, I put her in my pocket and kept her in my heart.
The midsummer weather and the blazing sunshine sweep away the crystal dewdrops in the morning and dominate the universe until after dusk. What a heavy and boring time it is! Under this kind of oppression, people Lazily, it seems that the active vitality has been lost, especially in the afternoon, which is even more terrible.
The small stones lying on the road make a sound, and the soles of the feet are burning. At this time, in the small garden, the bowed phalaenopsis and the drunken red roses all showed their tired postures for the frightening light and heat. Only those hidden deep in the leaves and vines
The golden and silver vines are blooming very luxuriantly. When a sultry summer wind passed through there, it blew the strong medicinal fragrance into the open door facing the yard.
Summer is so happy and lively!
I am walking in the wind of May, looking up at the sky, looking forward to the splendor of summer, the splendor of autumn, and the dignity of winter. .
As time flies, we scatter our hope and love in the wind of May, drifting with the wind, falling on the stars, the stars become shining, falling on the moon, and the moon becomes Wenjing falls on you, and you become beautiful...
May in the countryside is tranquil and soothing, just like a young girl who has just become beautiful, she will not do it because she is not yet beautiful. Plump and showing inexplicable impatience, he will not slowly express himself because he is not yet mature. Look at the flowers of the apricot tree, which have already spit out the fragrant stamens. The longing for rain.
May in the countryside is a stop for workers. The machine tools in the factory are turning over and over again. In the fields, hills have grown up where the dung trucks have passed. Old people who have been idle all winter The cattle can finally eat some concentrated feed, and they moo a few times, as if telling the earth... >>
Question 5: The words to describe May are spring flowers and autumn moon
< p> Pronunciation chūn huā qiū yuèMeaning spring flowers, autumn moon. Generally refers to the beautiful scenery of spring and autumn.
Source: Li Yu's poem "Poppy Beauty" in the Southern Tang Dynasty: "When did the spring flowers and autumn moon come, how much do we know about the past."
Example Winter is gone, and spring is back. Reciting these verses, spring flowers and autumn moon make you immersed in the artistic conception of poetry all year round. (Yu Yi's "I and the Poems of a Thousand Family")
Question 6: Please ask for the full text of "The Bed Is the Grave of Youth" in the year of Qi Jin. When I listen to the extremely quiet cello music Paganini: Maurice gendrom at night During the break, I heard the October wind blowing, and the extremely chilling and sad rain in the southern autumn night. The phone at hand rang, with greetings from my junior high school classmates. I was so warm and moved that I was unwilling to pick it up. Often at this time, I have the illusion that time flies back and forth, which makes me cry in the canyon. After returning home during the short National Day holiday, I am now lying on the same bed that I hated so much two years ago. I clearly remember those days when I was sleepless and awake, like a Cézanne oil painting, dark and colorful, messy and beautiful, without definition, only the wounds and sweetness displayed. After managing a person's lonely life, I suddenly realized how blind and ridiculous my previous misunderstanding of the concept of "leaving" was. The child who had a deep misunderstanding and resentment towards his family, the scenery in my memories with the light flickering out, and this time that will never come back, are all far away from me. I began to learn to commemorate them and try to rebury them and build a gorgeous tombstone to commemorate some of my losses. In this extremely cold October, I saw something I was very familiar with: the leaden gray sky outside the skylight of my study room, the drifting clouds, the streaming stars, and the deep darkness. I think of the bumpy road that my things have taken along their journey. I know that my compromise today is based on those pains, which are two different forms of bravery, and the uneasiness unique to adolescence: the former decides to take care of everything regardless of everything, and the latter decides to take care of everything regardless of everything. I will finally have this day. When I stood in the endless flow of people and suddenly raised my head, I felt that my hair was blown by the wind and my eyes were deeply buried. My thin clothes were cold, and my smile began to be sad and reserved... I stood in a premonition The end point and another unpredictable starting point inside the casserole. The long and tiring run never ends, we are all thorn birds, we only stop once in our life, that is the moment of death. "Youth Without Regrets" says that growth is a balance of longing and nostalgia. When it tilts and falls, what kind of voice should be used to comfort those who have lost their sight at night. ——Written in the front 1 Many, many nights like this, the dark blue skylight that gradually diffuses in the late spring nights will quickly become thicker with the very old wind. I was reading and doing questions in the dimly lit classroom. When I raised my head, my eyes would have phantoms due to fatigue, stinging images one by one. Then I would lower my head and continue working, with nothing in my heart. Week after week, week after week, every day is exactly the same. I remember when I first entered high school, a tall and beautiful girl told me that the quilt is the grave of youth. Then came her unbridled laughter. This sentence appeared in my mind inexplicably and I have never forgotten it. I've left home. When school comes to a weekend, all the children go home carrying large and small bags. Their parents diligently open the door of the Honda car for them, take the bags and lead them into the car. I packed up my things and went back to the dormitory, living quietly. On a quiet and windy afternoon, I stood on the bleachers of the sports field and looked at the suburbs beyond the black railings, the thin and active boy, the sign of the small restaurant with typos, and the garbage. The car roared over. I often stand until it gets darker and beautiful clouds appear in the sky, and then I leave. The wind has always stayed there, clinging to the tears I squeezed out in panic at the memory of pain sometimes, swaying like a flower. A book says that loneliness means that when you have something to say, no one listens to you, and when someone listens, you have nothing to say. In 2003, when the autumn breeze was coming, I entered the second year of high school in liberal arts amid endless confusion. My deskmate is a very unusual child, Bei Mu. He is very famous in his grade. He has read a lot of books, types his words in beautiful print, keeps a big book beside him, and has an innocent smile. There are also many liberal arts students who are so diligent and progressive that I feel scared just looking at them.
I have nothing left. When I decided to start looking for food, I gave up all pursuit. I sacrificed a lot of freedom in exchange for another freedom. In the end, the consequences outweighed the gains and made me vulnerable. I couldn't write the eight-part essay for the college entrance examination that teachers could give without hesitation, nor could I write the soft and delicate words I expected. In the end, mediocrity and mediocrity passed away sadly. When I looked at them, my heart ached like a knife, and my tears couldn't fall for a long time. Beimu is a reporter for avant-garde youth magazines. He has stacks of music review magazines and stacks of CDs. He writes long and interesting things and reads big philosophy books, such as the one that is not meant for human reading. Something, Sartre’s Being and Nothingness. I feel like I have nothing, I can’t afford it... >>
Question 7: Under what circumstances does the Xiyangyang slot machine produce yellow? Those things generally have a very small chance of winning, and they suck your blood< /p>
Question 8: Is the colorful dress an idiom? The colorful dress is not an idiom.
Question 9: What does "Chen Ruo Wei Shang" mean? Dear, let me tell you. This idiom has not yet been officially added to common Chinese. In other words, this time it may be someone's man-made creation and it has not been publicly recognized.
But I can give you a general explanation. Shang refers to colorful and beautiful clothes. This word probably refers to how bright and beautiful the morning light is.
If you want to use it when writing articles, I suggest you change it to Canruo Nishang.
Question 10: The host of Henan Radio 92.1 praised the beautiful words of May. In May, the mountains and plains are full of green and the scenery is picturesque. The tender grass spread out like a green carpet always makes people want to lie down and touch the soft green. Or, just roll around on it for a few times and smell the fresh fragrance of the earth! The unknown little flowers occasionally mixed with the weather also take advantage of the wind and sunshine to bloom their charming smiles to welcome the arrival of summer! < /p>
Time passes slowly around the fingers, and the elegance of the years is sadly lost, and the vicissitudes of the annual rings are written. The scenery in the eyes, the smile in the ears, and the thinning footprints by the lake all fall into the light and shadow of the passing years. The tidbits are scattered, the dreams of spring are stranded, and the longing in my heart is always lingering gracefully, pink like the reddish color of May, and the sleeves full of songs.
The May wind blew gently by my ears, soft and soft, like a cloud caressing my face. She came from the sunshine of spring and crossed from the depths of the mountains, carrying the fragrance of flowers and plants, and the dream of flying, singing joyfully all the way, decorating the earth with poetry and picturesqueness.
Mother tolerates the world, and mother also needs support.
My growth is the horizontal bar engraved on your forehead; my indulgence is the vertical bar engraved between your eyebrows; my joy is the fish tail engraved in the corner of your eyes; my success is engraved on The dimples on your lips, mom, you have worked hard!
The river water in May is no longer cold. The girls and sisters-in-law are standing in the river washing clothes, and the laughter can be heard from far away. The children who came to play together also naughtily took off their shoes and socks, rolled up their trousers and got into the water, splashing water with their hands to splash. The cool river water splashed on my clothes, face, and neck, but I was still overjoyed...
The May wind blew gently by my ears, soft, soft, like a flower Clouds caress my face. She came from the sunshine of spring and crossed from the depths of the mountains, carrying the fragrance of flowers and plants, and the dream of flying, singing joyfully all the way, decorating the earth with poetry and picturesqueness.
The May wind is full of smiles, shining brightly on every flower, knocking the sleeping sky with the hand of hope, blowing away the decay, blowing away the rotten smell, and bringing clarity.
The wind in May, like the poet's pen and the painter's colorful colors, covers every piece of desolation with green and makes the earth change. Got new clothes.
The May wind blows the feathers of birds long, the leaves green, and the flowers red, letting the emotions of life be fully burned, and the soul also becomes happy in the wind of May. Pure.
The May wind blows up the lights of thousands of houses, blows out women’s hair, and brings out the hidden charm of women. It spreads over thousands of mountains and rivers, and spreads over everyone’s eyes.
The May wind records beautiful legends, and each legend turns into a cloud and fills the entire sky.
I grabbed a handful of the May wind with my hand and smelled her soft, warm and moist breath, with the fragrance of flowers and earth. Immediately, I put her in my pocket and kept her in my heart.
The midsummer weather and the blazing sunshine sweep away the crystal dewdrops in the morning and dominate the universe until after dusk. What a heavy and boring time it is! Under this kind of oppression, people Lazily, it seems that the active vitality has been lost, especially in the afternoon, which is even more terrible.
The small stones lying on the road make a sound, and the soles of the feet are burning. At this time, in the small garden, the bowed phalaenopsis and the drunken red roses all showed their tired postures for the frightening light and heat. Only those hidden deep in the leaves and vines
The golden and silver vines are blooming very luxuriantly. When a sultry summer wind passed through there, it blew the strong medicinal fragrance into the open door facing the yard.
Summer is so happy and lively!
I am walking in the wind of May, looking up at the sky, looking forward to the splendor of summer, the splendor of autumn, and the dignity of winter. .
As time flies, we scatter our hope and love in the wind of May, drift with the wind, and fall on the stars. The stars become shining, and when they fall on the moon, the moon becomes Wenjing falls on you, and you become beautiful...
May in the countryside is tranquil and soothing, just like a young girl who has just become beautiful, not because she is not yet beautiful. Plump and showing inexplicable impatience, he will not slowly show it because he is not yet mature. Look at the flowers of the almond tree, which have already spit out the fragrant stamens. Look at the clear eyes, and there is already a love for each other. The longing for rain.
May in the countryside is a stop for workers. The machine tools in the factory are turning over and over again. In the fields where the dung trucks have passed, hills have grown up, and the old people who have been idle all winter have grown up. The cattle can finally eat some concentrated feed, and they moo a few times, as if telling the earth... >>