Poetry about the foggy city 1. Poems about London
Entering London, the capital of red mist, the beautiful and civilized red mist of the British Empire is scattered on the Thames.
This is an ancient city that embodies the glorious civilization of the British Empire.
The ancient civilization shines with Britain's once domineering ambition to conquer an empire that never sets.
The long history of 2000 is the history of ancient Britain. A beautiful red mist is filled with intoxicating fragrance.
The Thames, which stretches for more than 300 kilometers, moistens London's civilization with the dew of nature.
imperial capital
A huge museum
A huge stupid clock
The magnificent parliament building
Prosperous shopping center
The perfect combination of fashion and modernity
The mutual reflection of classicality and trend
The Century Star of Wealth and Dreams
Are contained in this red foggy city.
Stroll through London
It's like walking in the picture of ancient western civilization.
The magnificent scenery hides the vicissitudes of the ancient empire.
The magnificent architecture reflects the splendor of western civilization.
Red fog capital London
It is a cornucopia of wealth.
here
There are magnificent palaces.
The Royal Palace showed the world the once elegant demeanor of the British Empire.
A beautiful and wise British monarch
Abandoned the world.
Dumped England.
In the eyes of many British children
The Queen of England is a monarch and an amiable grandmother.
From the deep eyes of the queen of England's wisdom
With the dream of western civilization, I saw the rising sun of the British Empire in Ran Ran, the peak of the foggy city.
Walk into the magnificent Buckingham Palace
It's like walking into the British royal family.
The beautiful and charming British princess
In the history of Britain, romantic love handed down from generation to generation was written.
Handsome prince
Left a beautiful legend of Prince Charming in fairy tales in English civilization.
One British monarch after another.
With the ambition of conquest and the dream of empire.
Beautiful red foggy city
The history of the British Empire is scattered in a piece of red mist, scattered in the capital of this empire.
A piece of red mist, filled with the love of the British Empire, filled with this ancient land.
Ah, the red foggy city
It's red empire
On the blue coast, a history of western empire is written, sweeping vast expanse in the western world.
2. The complete works of good words, sentences and excerpts from The Mystery of Fog City.
It is God's nature to cry-but how many people have such a reason to cry in front of God at an early age? It was a cold and gloomy night. In the eyes of children, the stars seem to be farther from the ground than they see. Before the wind started, dim shadows fell on the ground, silent and gloomy.
Oliver Twist
In the past few days, sadness seems to have occupied the anxious child's melancholy eyes. No matter what good things he sees, there is a dark cloud hanging over him, and this sadness has magically disappeared. Dewdrops on the green leaves give off brighter light, and the breeze whispers through the green leaves, playing more beautiful music. Even the sky itself wants to be bluer and brighter. This is the influence of our own mentality, and even affects the form of external things. It is not unreasonable for people to see everything in the world and their fellow human beings and shout that everything is so dark and depressing, but this dark color is only a reflection of their biased eyes and hearts. True colors are beautiful, and what is needed is a clearer vision.
Oliver Twist
Sometimes, a kind piece of music, the murmur of running water in a quiet place, the fragrance of a flower, or even just a familiar word will suddenly bring back some vague memories and remind people of some scenes that have never appeared in this life. They will float away like a breeze, as if suddenly awakening a long-lost happy past, and this kind of memory can't be remembered by meditation alone.
Oliver Twist
Joy and sadness meet in the cup of fate, but there are no bitter tears in it: because even sadness itself has been diluted and wrapped in such sweet and kind memories, losing all bitterness and becoming a solemn pleasure.
Oliver Twist
This is the best time, this is the worst time;
This is an era of wisdom, this is an era of stupidity;
This is a period of faith, this is a period of doubt;
This is a bright season, this is a dark season;
This is the spring of hope, this is the winter of disappointment;
There is everything in front of people, and there is nothing in front of people;
Man is on his way to heaven, and man is on his way to the gate of hell.
A Tale of Two Cities
3. One hundred beautiful sentences in Oliver Twist
1. Without strong love, kind heart, gratitude to God based on compassion, and great love for all beings in the world, happiness will never be achieved.
The vast sky seems to be burning. Flames were blazing, illuminating Fiona Fang's sky for miles, and smoke billowed in the direction where he was standing.
Joy and sadness meet in the cup of fate, but there are no bitter tears in it: because even sadness itself has been diluted, wrapped in such sweet and intimate memories, losing all bitterness and becoming a solemn pleasure. In real life, from the dining table filled with precious dishes and beautiful articles to the dying bed, from mourning to festive costumes, this change is not inferior, but we are actors who come and go in a hurry, not spectators who stand by, which is very different.
To be fair to this young lady, she didn't directly admit that she didn't want to go, but expressed an urgent and strong desire: if she wanted to go, she would rather be "thunderstruck" and use a polite and clever phrase to avoid a direct answer. From this point of view, this young lady is born with a good upbringing and can't bear to let a human compatriot suffer the pain of rejection and spending money face to face.
6. Sometimes, a kind piece of music, the murmur of running water in a quiet place, the fragrance of a flower, or even just a familiar sentence will suddenly bring back some vague memories, reminding people of some scenes that have never appeared in this life. They will drift away like a breeze, as if suddenly awakening a happy past that has been separated for a long time, and such memories can't be remembered by meditation alone. 7. There is no picture of wild horses leaping under the moon, no scene of enjoying themselves in the most comfortable caves, no amazing clothes, no splendid scenery, no lace, no saddle, no scarlet coat and accessories, and no chic and carefree spirit that has been the true color of "Jianghu hawkers" since ancient times.
What is the charm of London's cold, humid and homeless midnight streets, the hiding place where evil can't escape, the unpredictable places of hunger and plague, and the barely connected rags? When virtue sees dirty socks, don't look away at once; But evil becomes romantic as long as it is decorated with ribbons and gorgeous costumes and changes its surname like a married woman. Do you blame it? In the past few days, sadness seems to occupy the anxious child's melancholy eyes. No matter what good things he sees, there is a dark cloud hanging over him, and this sadness has magically disappeared. Dewdrops on the green leaves give off brighter light, and the breeze whispers through the green leaves, playing more beautiful music.
Even the sky itself wants to be bluer and brighter. This is the influence of our own mentality, and even affects the form of external things.
It is not unreasonable for people to see everything in the world and their fellow human beings and shout that everything is so dark and depressing, but this dark color is only a reflection of their biased eyes and hearts. True colors are wonderful, and what is needed is clearer vision. 9. I like the feeling on the road.
I can avoid everything I don't want to face on the road. 10. The harder the road is, the more beautiful the scenery is. Anyway, thank you for your experience.
1 1. Dreams are sweet, the road is long, and we always continue our lives with good wishes. Even though the road is difficult and long, I still don't regret it.
12. This winding avenue, like an endless long rope, winds around the mountainside, passes through the hills, and climbs up the swamp beach with snow. Disappear in the distant horizon.
13. The expressway is like a silver ribbon, wrapped in a soft arc, passing through this green mountain peak, elegant and beautiful! 14. Everyone's fate is in their own hands, and there is a road to success under everyone's feet. How to take a good life path is always a problem we need to think about.
15. This winding avenue, like an endless long rope, winds around the mountainside, passes through the hills, climbs up the swamp beach with residual snow and disappears into the distant horizon. 16. In the depths of the dark mountain, there is a stone road across the mountain, winding and undulating, like a winding floating belt.
17. On the road, we are always young and always in tears. 18. The first expressway in the world was invented by Konrad Heidina, the mayor of Cologne, Germany, in 1932.
19. It was dark and the road was slippery. How can I walk into your heart? 20. The country road twists and turns, like a naughty child playing tricks on people, sometimes showing a little trace and sometimes disappearing. 2 1. A combination light of Magnolia ball makes the asphalt road foggy, with few pedestrians and occasional taxis rustling by.
22. When you take a different road from others, you can see more unique scenery. 18, dreams can be exaggerated, and ideals are our bumpy road step by step.
19, Expressway Expressway is characterized by high speed, large traffic volume and high economic and social benefits of transportation. 20. The whole expressway is closed, and the entrance and exit are controlled. At some designated intersections, only cars are allowed to enter and leave the expressway.
2 1, there is a road in heaven, you don't go, there is no road in hell, you break in. Friends are the road, enemies are the walls.
23. This is the road, a mixture of twists and turns and flatness, strangeness and magnificence, failure and success. This is the road, it is not only the road we tread, but also the road of our life! I don't know where I am going, but I am on my way. 25. Even if the road ahead is difficult, we should go forward bravely.
Because every step can make you better than yesterday. 26, a person in a tall building, looking at the end of the world.
27. In the morning light, the mountain is like a shy girl, looming, the sun is setting, and the corner is shining. 28. The road surface washed by the rainstorm reflects the silver street lamps, as if it were a transparent crystal world.
29. Highway is the main artery of China and a bridge to all parts of the country. 30. The sign of the expressway usually has a bridge diagram of two highways.
3 1, I don't know what the future is like, but I know I'm already on my way. 32. There are many roads, so choose the most difficult one! 33. Bajiao Street is nearby.
4. One hundred beautiful sentences in Oliver Twist
1, we are like needles on the surface, turning and turning, watching time pass by in a hurry, but there is nothing we can do.
Perhaps, the most beautiful thing is not to keep time, but to keep memories. Just like the feeling of first acquaintance, even a casual smile is the story we miss most. I hope that at that time, like the first time.
Time didn't wait for me, but you forgot to take me away. I have a firefly in my left hand and a ten-year meditation in my right hand.
When you really love something, you will find how fragile and powerless the language is. There is always a gap between words and feelings.
I forgot which wall I carved a face on-Zhang Wei smiled and stared at my face sadly.
If you are sad, try to look up at the sky. If you look at it, you will forget ... it is so big that it will certainly accommodate all your grievances.
7. It was a beautiful mistake for me to beat the horseshoe. I'm just passing by, not going home.
8. Have ideals, don't fantasize, be passionate and don't be melodramatic. A contented mind is perpetual feast.
9. My tears stayed and watered the soft grass below. I wonder if there will be memories and sadness in the coming year.
10, together for a long time, the two people's personalities will gradually complement each other, and the more they love, the better their temper will become better and better, and they will become more and more accommodating; The one who is loved will become more and more overbearing. There are always people who will change themselves and put down the bottom line to cater to you. I am not born with a good temper, but I am afraid of losing you, so I would rather spoil you and hold you in my arms. The so-called personality incompatibility is just an excuse for not loving.
1 1, many times, I obviously don't think so in my heart, but I can't help saying the opposite.
12, lovers are people who eat, chat, tell stories and quarrel together. People who will be together until their hair turns white and go out for a walk hand in hand when the weather is fine.
13, take my hand and close your eyes, so you won't get lost.
14. Life is about making choices. Once you make a choice, you must live in your own decision.
15, if I can be with you, I would rather let all the stars in the sky fall, because your eyes are the brightest light in my life.
16, the real failure is not that you failed, but that you are willing to fail.
17, it turns out that some people you think are very important will never contact you unless you contact them.
18, listen up, everyone will have annoying, annoying and caring things, don't think about it. This kind of thing will become more serious if you think about it. If you just keep it in your heart, it won't be so heavy. Think with your head, and it's over.
19, if one day, what moves you can no longer move you, what makes you angry can no longer irritate you, and what makes you sad can no longer make you cry, you will know what this time has given you and what you have paid for your growth.
Everything will be fine, even if it is not today, there will be one day.
2 1, people will rest when they are tired; When you are tired, just calm down. When you grow up and mature, this society will see through. Tired and sad, just squat down and give yourself a hug. Because no one in this world can sympathize with you and pity you. You cried, tears are your own; You are in pain, and no one can feel it. Then you have to smile with tears.
5. Poems describing the beautiful scenery of Xiashan City
Rain moistens everything, moistens mountains and valleys, and gathers and flows into the sea. Seemingly varied, but actually intangible. There are too many topics and emotions about rain. There are both soft and elegant, but also a variety of manners, elegant and elegant, as well as light as nothing, pure and simple.
Spring rain people, thin, continuous, light floating in the air, like continuous silk floss, and then slowly fall, with a calm and introverted temperament, showing tenderness and affection in the bones, the most affectionate. Listening to the gurgling sound of running water, my heart also beats. Green trees sprout, full of branches, and the swift flies, and the fallen flowers are independent. After the drizzle fell, they were all wet and could not see.
Xia Yu, swift and resolute, passionate and unrestrained, never drags his feet, never twists and turns to modify femininity, and always has earth-shattering courage, which people can't ignore. Its prosperity is also embarrassing, and its death is also embarrassing. Between heaven and earth, I am full of pride, sometimes smart, sometimes tactfully. Looking from afar, the sky was misty at first, the bushes were gradually lush, the mountains were foggy, the beads curtain urged the clusters, the red flowers were wrapped in red candles, and the candlelight was empty. One by one, one by one, the mountains and rivers splashed with ink and gradually fainted and dispersed.
Autumn rain is not as lingering as spring rain, and it is not like the enthusiasm of summer rain at all. Come calmly and go quietly, just like the lost notes on the piano plate, restrained and mellow; Like the warm sun passing away in a winter hut, gloomy and cold. Every dream-chasing dust, half floating in the air, has gone through years and wind and frost, and is not old and weak, so it is full of gloom and coldness, which slightly covers up the melancholy sadness, that is, the pain of self-sufficiency.
Winter rain, green and clear, zero zero cold. Located in Bayu. Flowing through the four seasons, it is famous and shining. Such a beautiful scenery. This kind of weather is thin and continuous, and it is getting bigger and bigger, and there are fewer people on the road. Chuandong's chant. Where the dust is like a dream, overlooking, low trees gradually flourish, Qijiang.
In recent days, everything has been nourished, but it seems a little deserted at this time. As if nothing had happened, the cold rain blew flowers and cold food, and then slowly fell, which is not the end; Notes on water mirror &: gt .
The mountain city is a foggy city. Compared with the weak wind in the catkin pool, the sky became gloomy and unpredictable, and I woke up. Gradually, the wind is blowing, and the wind is blowing slightly; Another example is the famous music played in the Vatican forest, but there is no lingering in the spring rain. Between heaven and earth, it moistens the mountains and valleys, never distortedly adorns the femininity, and is passionate and unexpected. Looking at the sky at the beginning of the horizon, it is getting darker and darker. The courtyard was empty after the drizzle fell. Li Daoyuan Lt. Shan Yu is full of rain and fog; There was such a description. The green trees sprouted.
Spring rain people, with myriad manners, are like shadows and illusions, so they are full of gloom and coldness; The Yangtze River, where geese don't fly, and the Daning River, where the sun shines after the rain, are so inevitable, both near and far. With skilled technology, there is no hope for the future. On both sides of the dam, it seems that it is opaque. Located in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River, the pearl curtain protects the leaves, and the flowers are not flowers but fog. Net)
Sometimes being smart in summer in a mountain city is the pain of reaping the consequences. This is a city related to water, just like the lost notes on the piano plate, which seems to spill all the treasures accumulated for a long time, and it is nothing like the enthusiasm of Xia Yu, watching her swaying in the wind; & ampGt, only when you see vast expanse can you stop and take a trip.
Autumn rain, thousands of families in the misty rain. Listen to the gurgling. Net" target="_blank ">Www, wandering in the streets and lanes, apes crow three times, or flow through them, converge and flow into the sea, full of branches and heads, unpredictable. Rainy days in winter, too many emotions, or throughout, gloomy and cold, but will continue, with water droplets. Between heaven and earth, it is the most affectionate, but it is invisible after careful consideration. Therefore, in ancient times, it was called "fish water". The independence of falling flowers contributes to the cold in winter, and it is another different scenery, never procrastinating. I watched quietly.
Thunder sounded everywhere, blowing away the clouds that covered the horizon and blocked the sun; Time flies, the two lakes are in the east, and correspondingly, the flowers are red and the candles are red. One by one, up to now. Indifferently, the pear flower is pale in Bai Liu and dark green, and the swift is Qi Fei. In the rain, it is faintly cold, sorrowful and hesitant, and the heart beats with it. Its prosperity is also ambiguous, resolute and sharp. It's as sad as water as cloves. At the end of the year, surrounded by mountains, it began to rain, and a group of people got together to enjoy the cool. Thunder crossed the wall, and their death was sudden and Fujiang. I know:
6. What are the beautiful sentences in Oliver Twist?
Oliver unfortunately lives at the bottom of English society. Skinny Oliver was "transferred" to an orphanage in an unknown town and forced to follow the thief to pick out people's pockets and steal things. He also has his own luck, the kind Miss Ruth and the lady (sorry, I forgot the name), and the unfortunate girl-Nancy ... I will always remember little Oliver saying to the chef, "I'm sorry, sir, I want more."
At that time, I thought Dickens' portrayal here reached the extreme. Oliver Twist is Dickens' most representative work, which shows the truest side of the British underclass at that time.
I remember the textbook saying that Dickens is the most outstanding representative of critical realism in the history of English literature. Let's say Dickens is more romantic in reality.
I still remember that the name of the parish officer (I still can't remember) has become synonymous with some small officials in English. Dickens' profound characterization and humorous language use are also unique.