Beautiful sentences in Chinese to describe beautiful sentences in Chinese lessons

From afar, a pale red cloud hangs in the sky, and in front of you is a turquoise field, and the thin morning mist is just like a wisp of soft plain yarn, floating on the green field, lingering on the brown field path, painting the morning with a layer of ethereal and charming color.

The spring rain is soft, and I can see the spring rain beating on the bamboo branches and leaves. The rain sometimes slipped in a straight line, sometimes drifted with the wind, leaving behind shadows like smoke, fog, yarn, silk, and splashing rain flowers seemed to be beating notes on the strings, playing a beautiful melody.

The brocade gate opened so gorgeously, and the ground was golden. In late spring, buds emerge and bloom in early summer, and the flowers are full of shelves and full of fragrance.

After 80 years of ups and downs, my father has read all the vicissitudes of the world, and in the past, he was fraternity and high wind, and his kindness is still the same today. The greatest wealth he has accumulated in his life is his industrious and kind simple character, his generous way of dealing with people, and his strict and loving simple family style. All this accompanied him to the happiness of his later life today.

He congratulates his father Chunshou.

Eighty spring is not idle, a lot of hard work turns sweet.

used to cross the sea, and also relied on the help of the family.

You are looking forward to the future, and the children and grandchildren of the pillars have a great cause.

Now I wish the dynasty to dance, and I should believe in life for 200 years.

Water tune song head. He congratulates his father Chunshou.

Fulu Yan Song Crane, Tsubaki Shou Longevity. Awe-inspiring to see the wind and rain, the first bit of vicissitudes.

Looking back on my career, I have been tempered by ups and downs, and my descendants will continue to be brilliant. The two sleeves are breezy, and the proud bones are from the sky.

Counting spring and autumn, eighty years, Jinxia Yang. Buyihua Lane, game ball calligraphy and painting.

Hand in hand with the golden couple, Hui children and grandchildren Dehou, splendid Huatang. Today's high friends congratulate, laughing at the waves.

The beautiful sentences in the describing language lesson are as follows:

1. Language is a colorful garden, so that you will never want to return; Language is a far-reaching oil painting, which makes people marvel; The language is melodic and moving; Language is the ring of the year, which allows people to understand and think deeply; Language is a graceful flower, which makes you forget to return; Language is the spring rain drifting in the wind, making living creatures vibrant; Language is a bottomless abyss from which it is impossible to extricate oneself.

2. The trees in the winter rain are bare and lonely, there is no sun shining and no snow to cover, it is still a little embarrassing and ugly. Even if you have one or two leaves in your body, you shouldn't be so lonely! The winter rain is cold, like mango like frost, and the yellow leaves of a tree are extremely bright.

If you complain, if you complain, if you complain, if you come.

Like old friends! 3. After a few dashing spring rains, the mountains are green, the water is green, and the bubbling stream at the bottom of the mountain is becoming more and more turbulent and beautiful. The spring rain dyed the earth green, and the soft spring breeze warmed the river. Lo and behold, it's raining again. Rain is like silk.

It's the same, it's light and thin, you can't hear the sound of the murmur, and you can't feel the dripping of the fish. It just felt as if it was a soggy smoke that gently moistened the earth and people's hearts. Under the moisture of the spring rains, the wheat seedlings grow greener, and the cauliflower blooms more golden.

In a criss-cross ditch, spring water flows. Raising trees, willows stretch their branches and leaves in the spring rain, greedily sucking the sweet rain.

4. We came to the field, the rice field was like a golden ocean, the sorghum was red, and the corn showed its golden and full teeth. The red maple leaves are like stamps, fluttering and fluttering, mailing the coolness of autumn, ginkgo trees.

The leaves are like a small fan, fanning away the summer heat. There are only plane trees.

The leaves flutter in the air, like beautiful butterflies.

The past is empty, and it is still like a dream. —Li Yu, Midnight Song

A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peach and plum, and ten years of night rain in the rivers and lakes. —Huang Tingjian, "Sending Huang Several Returns".

The lonely empty courtyard is late in spring, and the pear blossoms are all over the ground and do not open the door. —Liu Fangping, "Spring Resentment".

There is only one sycamore leaf, and I don't know how many autumn sounds. —Zhang Yan, "Qing Pingle".

The body is still there, deep in the chaotic mountains, by the lonely creek bridge. —Huang Gongshao, "The Case of Qingyu".

Sycamore trees, three more rains, not to leave the love is bitter. A leaf, a sound, the empty steps drip to the light. —Wen Tingyun, "More Leaks".

Helplessly, the night is long and people are sleepless, and the number of voices and the moon is curtain. —Li Yu, "Pounding the Exercise of the Order, Deep Courtyard Quiet".

The upper and lower yellow springs are poor, and the two places are gone. —Bai Juyi's "Song of Long Hatred".

Lonely and luxurious, the black clothes are oblique. —Deng Yan, "Tang Duoling".

Affectionate only has the spring court month, which is still a flower falling from people. —Zhang Mi, "Sensitive".

An inch of lovesickness. There is no place in the world. —Li Yu, "Butterfly Loves Flowers: Spring Twilight".

The white hair is sad and the flowers are falling, and the green clouds are envious of the birds. —Cen Shen "Jizuo Province Du Shiji".

Where is the synthesis of sorrow? Leave people's hearts in autumn. —Wu Wenying, "Tang Duoling".

If you want to hold a scoop of wine, you can comfort the wind and rain. —Wei Yingwu "Send the Taoist Priest in the Pepper Mountain".

The most important thing is that the world can't stay, and the face is a flowery tree. —Wang Guowei, "Butterfly Loves Flowers".

The relics of the temple are green and falling, and the grass and trees of the empty mountain are long. —Du Fu, Wuhou Temple

There is nowhere for the birds, and the green mountains are empty. —Liu Changqing, "Farewell to the Eleventh Southern Journey of the King".

In his life, he was in the north and south of the Yangtze River, and he returned to Huafa with a pale face. —Xin Qiji, "Qingping Le, Alone in Boshan Wang's Nunnery".

The wind roars on both sides of the river, and the moon shines on a lonely boat. —Meng Haoran, "Sutong Lujiang Sent to Guangling Old Tour".

Where is it in the lonely hall tonight, a wild goose, half a window and the waning moon, always leaving people's tears.

Cao Group's "Qingyu Case".

A puddle of mud, you can also look up at the starry sky; The stone that stands on the highest point is the star.