Huangguoshu Waterfall is as magnificent as the sea in Yantai in _ _ _ _ _ _. Plus _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
1. We walked arm in arm on the way to the railway station silently, speechless with each other. How can a close friend who has been together for three years be willing to part suddenly? However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor? Everyone looked at each other with tears and infinite affection!
2. When our teacher instructs us to write, we often quote two poems by Su Shi, a famous poet in the Song Dynasty, (I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, only on this mountain), emphasizing that exercise is the release of mind and emotion. Writing methods should be eclectic, and language should have its own personality.
3. Losing the election again plunged my heart into the abyss. You know how much energy and time I have invested in these two elections. Why is God not good to me at all? When can I have another village?
4. By the lake, the graceful willows are graceful, and the slender and smooth leaves glow with little green light. Looking from a distance, like a green gem, willow branches are no less inferior, with low eyes and soft and lingering, like a charming beauty. This scene is really (Jasper dressed as a tree with 10,000 green silk tapestries).
The moon sinks in the west, and the stars blink quietly. Looking at the stars in the sky, I can't help but think of what my father said to me during the day. Yes, (a young man who doesn't work hard is sad) Dad, please rest assured that I won't let you down.
7) At the foot of the waterfall, it is very comfortable to hold the clear spring water. Looking up, the waterfall poured down, splashing, hitting the corner of the rock, splashing beautiful jade flowers. Looking at this beautiful waterfall, I can't help but think of that poem (flying down three thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days). In front of this waterfall, there is no magnificent scenery of the waterfall in the poem, but there is also a spectacle of "flying down several cliffs and sighing for flying flowers".
(8) In late autumn, the plane leaves on campus turn yellow, sometimes like swinging, fluttering leisurely; Sometimes it is like a parachute, tottering; Sometimes like a flock of swallows, flying freely ... how poetic! The ground is like a wide golden blanket. Looking at this scene, I can't help reciting Gong Zizhen's poem: "Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more." Although this fallen leaf is not the "falling red" in spring, it has the persistence of "falling red", unlike our teacher Feng?
(9) Mei has been praised by people since ancient times. There are countless poems written by the ancient Kwame Mei. "(There are some plums in the corner, which hanling opens alone)" is an example. Mei's indomitable spirit of standing proudly in the snow is really touching.
(12) Teacher, do you still remember me-a "naughty boy" who made you make countless efforts and sweat. A wrinkle in the corner of your eye was born for me, and the silver hair on your head is a little white to me. "Spring silkworms are spinning until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night." This poem is not a tribute to your dedication to burning yourself and illuminating others. Who else can you praise?
(13) Spring Rain, how many people praise you at all times and all over the world. "Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently" is a beautiful sentence that the great poet Du Fu described when you came to the world. You have come, like smoke, quietly, weeping willows spit out new buds under your comfort, bamboos are jointing under your moisture, and seedlings are shining under your bath. ...
(14) It's nice to blow the breeze. Like a mother's hand touching you. The wind brings some new information about digging the soil, mixed with the smell of grass and various flowers, all brewing in the slightly humid air.
1, "_ _ Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, how many tomorrows? Don't do it today, when will you do it? " Yes, the swallows have gone, and there will be time to come again; Willow withered, there is a time to green again; The peach blossom has withered, but it has blossomed again. Our days are gone forever. Do not seize today, always look forward to tomorrow, will luck wave to you?
We walked arm in arm on the way to the railway station silently, speechless to each other. How can a close friend who has been together for three years be willing to part suddenly? _ _ _ Oh, ask this river flowing eastward, whether it can go further than the love of friends! ? Everyone looked at each other with tears and infinite affection!
The failure of another election threw my heart into the abyss. You know how much energy and time I have invested in these two elections. Why is God not good to me at all? When can I "_ _ set foot on clear autumn _"!
(4) Mid-Autumn Festival, the bright moon is in the sky. The full moon was set off by the halo of Huang Cancan. The moonlight covered the earth like a transparent gauze, and the breeze brushed my face, which could not help but arouse my homesickness: I have been away from my hometown for several years. How are my relatives in my hometown? I couldn't help crying. "Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home." Dear, do you know the heart of an overseas traveler?
(5) At the foot of the waterfall, it is very comfortable to hold the clear spring water. Looking up, the waterfall poured down, splashing, hitting the corner of the rock, splashing beautiful jade flowers. Looking at this beautiful waterfall, I can't help but think of the poem "Flying down three thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days _". In front of this waterfall, there is no magnificent scenery of the waterfall in the poem, but there is also a spectacle of "flying down several cliffs and sighing for flying flowers".
(6) In late autumn, the plane leaves on campus are yellow, sometimes like swinging, fluttering leisurely; Sometimes it is like a parachute, tottering; Sometimes like a flock of swallows, flying freely ... how poetic! The ground is like a wide golden blanket. Looking at this scene, I can't help reciting Gong Zizhen's poem: "_ _ falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more _ _". Although this fallen leaf is not the "falling red" in spring, it has the persistence of "falling red", unlike our teacher Feng?
(7) Mei has been praised by people since ancient times. There are countless poems written by the ancient Kwame Mei. "There are a few plums in the corner, cold ling a person. It's not snow in the distance, it's fragrance. " This is an example. Mei's indomitable spirit of standing proudly in the snow is really touching.
(8) Yesterday afternoon, Teacher Zhang arranged a math thinking question. I can't figure it out after racking my brains at night. Just when I couldn't find my iron shoes and mountains and rivers, there was another village in Lu 'an. "Dad came to give me a hand. A little dial, suddenly enlightened. It was really "I know where my brother climbs, and one person is missing every time _", so I quickly solved the problem.
(9) The moon is setting and the stars are blinking quietly. Looking at the stars in the sky, I can't help but think of what my father said to me during the day, to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night. Frost leaves are redder than February flowers. "_ ...
(I can always find it myself)