Imitation: Nine songs have been buried underground for many years, and finally become a daughter red, fragrant for thousands of miles; After a long silent siege, the pupa finally had a dance that shocked the world.
2 original sentence: like a shower, it is a rapid drum sound; Like a whirlwind, it is a flying tassel; Like a frog, it is a jumping step; Like a spark, it is a flashing pupil; Fighting tigers is a powerful charm. -Ansai waist drum
Imitation: if it thunders, it is a fierce drum sound; Like a meteor, it is a waving drumstick; Like a mountain, it is a strong body; Like fire, it is a passionate emotion; Like lightning, it is a dancing figure.
3 original sentence: blow it! Blowing azalea red, blowing willow green, blowing Liu Yeer's whistle: as if telling a strange myth seriously, humming a song of love and sadness; Blow it, wake up the people who are still sleeping! -"Three points of spring scenery and one point of sorrow"
Imitation: Blow! Blowing the blue sky, blowing the yellow leaves, dancing with the leaves: as if dancing leisurely and mysteriously, praying for life and death; Blow, blow the ripe fruit that is still sleeping!
4 The most beautiful water is in the Book of Songs, because the light woman beside the water is pale and the white dew is frost; The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. "
Imitation: The most beautiful night is in Poems of a Thousand Families, because on Tanabata's Tianjie Night, the bright Milky Way is as cool as water, lying and watching the morning glory and Vega.
At first, it didn't rain much, tinkling, like countless pearls falling on the tracts. In particular, the ancient music of knocking on roof tiles seems to be soft and sonorous, as far as near. Heavy and light, thick and thin, dribs and drabs, just like the ponder in Yu Boya's "Mountain Flowing Water". Gentle as rain, it seems to be telling a gentle voice.
-"Listen to the voice of nature"
There was not much snow at first, and it rustled like stepping on countless fallen leaves under your feet. In particular, the mysterious music that falls on the branches seems to be happy and sad, and it seems to be soothing and passionate. Suddenly far and near, ups and downs, vaguely, as if A Bing's "Two Springs Reflect on the Moon" in the shallow singing. Tears are like complaints, and snow seems to be telling ancient legends.
1 Insect cicada practiced hard in the dark underground for many years and finally got a loud song; The mussel shell endured the powerful pain of sanding and finally turned into a beautiful pearl, giving off dazzling light.
Imitation: Nine songs have been buried underground for many years, and finally become a daughter red, fragrant for thousands of miles; After a long silent siege, the pupa finally had a dance that shocked the world.
2 original sentence: like a shower, it is a rapid drum sound; Like a whirlwind, it is a flying tassel; Like a frog, it is a jumping step; Like a spark, it is a flashing pupil; Fighting tigers is a powerful charm. -Ansai waist drum
Imitation: if it thunders, it is a fierce drum sound; Like a meteor, it is a waving drumstick; Like a mountain, it is a strong body; Like fire, it is a passionate emotion; Like lightning, it is a dancing figure.
3 original sentence: blow it! Blowing azalea red, blowing willow green, blowing Liu Yeer's whistle: as if telling a strange myth seriously, humming a song of love and sadness; Blow it, wake up the people who are still sleeping! -"Three points of spring scenery and one point of sorrow"
Imitation: Blow! Blowing the blue sky, blowing the yellow leaves, dancing with the leaves: as if dancing leisurely and mysteriously, praying for life and death; Blow, blow the ripe fruit that is still sleeping!
4 The most beautiful water is in the Book of Songs, because the light woman beside the water is pale and the white dew is frost; The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. "
Imitation: The most beautiful night is in Poems of a Thousand Families, because on Tanabata's Tianjie Night, the bright Milky Way is as cool as water, lying and watching the morning glory and Vega.
At first, it didn't rain much, tinkling, like countless pearls falling on the tracts. In particular, the ancient music of knocking on roof tiles seems to be soft and sonorous, as far as near. Heavy and light, thick and thin, dribs and drabs, just like the ponder in Yu Boya's "Mountain Flowing Water". Gentle as rain, it seems to be telling a gentle voice.
-"Listen to the voice of nature"
There was not much snow at first, and it rustled like stepping on countless fallen leaves under your feet. In particular, the mysterious music that falls on the branches seems to be happy and sad, and it seems to be soothing and passionate. Suddenly far and near, ups and downs, vaguely, as if A Bing's "Two Springs Reflect on the Moon" in the shallow singing. Tears are like complaints, and snow seems to be telling ancient legends.