Excerpts from good words, good sentences and good paragraphs of the grass house
Good words:
Rubbing profligacy, confusion, trance, tenacity, purity, simplicity and inspiration
Burning, roaring, red, brilliant, green, crystal, dripping with sweat, and brushing
Stubby, sleepy, big, dark and shiny. It's wonderful
it's like a crazy grin, and the autumn wind rises at first, and it's accompanied by flickering in the morning and evening.
It's romantic, vague and innocent, sparkling and dreamy.
Good sentence and good paragraph:
The white bird is still like that, but it seems to be thinner. As soon as she appeared in Sang Sang's field of vision, Sang Sang felt that heaven and earth suddenly lit up a lot. The white finch walked, still at that light pace. She gently grasped the long black braid that was put on her chest with both hands, and a headscarf was blown up by the wind in the village lane.
At that time, the pure white stunned all the children. Coupled with the bald crane's confident appearance, the children have no idea, just silently watching. But after only two days, they are no longer willing to look at the bald crane respectfully, and they always have the desire to take off that hat and take off that hat to look at the bald crane's head again. After not seeing the bald crane's head for several days, they are still not used to it, and think it is an indispensable point in their days.
May is the season to harvest wheat. As in previous years, teachers and students in Yau Ma Tei Primary School have to take some time out to help cut wheat or pick wheat ears in Yau Ma Tei. This season is a favorite season for children. They can go to the fields, take the opportunity of picking wheat ears, talk and argue about a problem in the fields, or simply hug and fight on the ground when the teacher is not looking, and roll straight into the deep soil of the field, and then mysteriously lean out to see what is going on. Girls will pick up a blue cornflower or other small flowers on the edge of the ground and on the ridge of the field and insert them into the pigtails while picking the ears of wheat.
Xima seems to like the world here. So big, so broad plains. There are crops and plants everywhere, birds and rabbits everywhere. There are so many rivers and boats. He likes to watch osprey fishing, listen to Cleisthenes, a distant cow, watch some hunters bring a few hounds with long legs and thin bodies, chase rabbits in wheat fields or cotton fields, listen to the plaintive chirping of a waterbird among reeds, and watch windmills spin wildly in the wild wind? . He is in this field, taking his sheep with him, or simply putting them down for a while and walking around. Everything is interesting. He is willing to do many things: chase a dog, catch some fish in a small pond, find a weasel's hole, and dig deep into it with bamboo pieces? .
Rain and sand hit the bamboo leaves, and then dripped from the cracks on his bald head. He touched his head with his hand and looked at the river with a depressed face. On the water, two or three plump ducks are swimming in the rain, looking very happy.
not many days later, the remonstrated sapling timidly poked its head out and swayed happily in the cool wind. This image reminds grandma Qin of the wheat seedlings that were also swaying with joy in this season. She really wants to whip these spicy saplings growing on her ground with her walking stick? She felt that the saplings were winking at her.
It was an August morning in 1961, when the autumn wind was blowing and the summer heat had gone. A 14-year-old boy, Sang Sang, boarded the roof of the tallest building in the middle of the grass house in Yau Ma Tei Primary School. He sat on the roof, and Yau Ma Tei Primary School jumped into his eyes the first time. The white clouds in autumn, as gentle as floc, are drifting away, and the dead leaves of Indus are falling in the autumn wind. The boy sang sang suddenly felt like crying, so he sobbed quietly.
It was raining heavily that day, and the bald crane came to school without an umbrella. Although it rains, it is not dark, so the bald crane's head is particularly bright in the silver rain curtain. Paper Moon and Toona sinensis, who were playing with a red oiled paper umbrella, flashed by the road and let the bald crane walk past. The bald crane felt it. The two girls' eyes were staring at his head under the red oiled paper umbrella, and he walked past them. When he turned to look at them, what he saw was two girls covering their mouths with their hands, hiding their smiles. The bald crane walked to school with his head down, but he didn't walk into the classroom, but walked into the bamboo forest by the river.
The boys were bored with waiting, and some of them walked onto the remaining section of the bridge on this side of the river, pretending as if nothing had happened in everyone's eyes of worry and fear until the end. Several girls exclaimed, afraid to look again and closed their eyes. One of the boys leaned back on purpose, and then made an appearance of falling into the water and trying not to fall, which surprised everyone to stand up. In fact, they are still a long way from the end.
The poor Yau Ma Tei has all kinds of thoughts in the fresh sunshine. One of the biggest thoughts is to run a school and let the children study. When choosing the school site, from top to bottom, almost without exception, they turned their attention to this treasure land surrounded by water. So, people sent people to the beach to cut thatch, and at the same time sent people to let grandma Qin move. However, when more than a dozen ships piled high with thatch have been happily moored on the Okawabe in Yau Ma Tei, Grandma Qin refused to leave the land.
grandma Qin's cottage is crouching in the northwest corner, as if it were squeezed here, and it seems that it is still being squeezed. If we can't hold on any longer, it will be squeezed into the river. This thatched cottage is the shortest thatched cottage in Yau Ma Tei Primary School, and it looks very cold. It is simply a tumor and a stain, which destroys the harmony and good style of Yau Ma Tei Primary School.
Sancho was unhappy with Grandma Qin from the beginning. That day, he visited his campus, came to this piece of Aidit, and saw the low hut, and felt uncomfortable from the bottom of his heart. Plus, after listening to the teachers' fragmented words about grandma Qin, I feel that Yau Ma Tei Primary School actually lets an old woman who has nothing to do with Yau Ma Tei Primary School live on campus, which is simply unreasonable and indecent. He looked at the hut, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that it was neither fish nor fowl to leave it on campus. He walked across Aidit to the hut. At that time, grandma Qin was sitting at the door in the sunshine.
sang sang put the letter in her arms. When Sang Sang walked out of the Woods, he suddenly felt that he was an underground worker in the movie. He has a sense of mystery and sacredness, plus a sense of tension that makes him tremble. When he was on the road, he poked around and looked around. This is completely unnecessary, because there is no one around, and even if there is someone, who will pay attention to him?
When Sang Sang's mother knew that Sang Sang had fallen, the fire in her heart suddenly rose again. Tell Ashu's mother to let Sang Sang come back to sleep. But when she woke Sang Sang from Ashu's bed and asked him to walk out of Ashu's house with her, only two pieces of land away, she grabbed Sang Sang's ear with her hand, until she screamed.
Sang Sang saw that when the white finch walked to the shore, his eyes glanced at the admonition tree that had just sounded the flute. When she saw that there was no one under the admonition tree, she looked around the other side. And when she finally didn't see the figure, she couldn't help showing her loss.
Sang Sang walked around the campus and came to the hut. At this time, mulberry was surrounded by a strong absinthe smell. Before his eyes is a piece of moxa. Ai surrounded the hut from side to side. When the wind blows, mugwort leaves clatter and roll. The color of the front and the back of mugwort leaves is different. The front is generally green, while the back is light green, and with the fine hair, it is almost gray. Therefore, when Folium Artemisiae Argyi turns over, it is like fragments of different colors mixed together and twinkling. Although Ai is not very tall, the poles all look like the pens of a writing brush. I don't know whether it is because of artificial reasons or Ai's habits. Ai and Ai always keep a proper distance, neither too dense, but not too distant.