Secret garden, good words, good sentences, good paragraphs

The Secret Garden is a classic children's novel that has been selling well for nearly a hundred years. It has been adapted into film and television works for many times, and the good words and sentences in such a popular work will not let us down. The following are excerpts of good words and sentences in The Secret Garden that I compiled for you, hoping to help you.

Good words:

Self-satisfied, happy, hysterical.

Choose your words carefully, act rashly and speak persuasively.

As thin as a cicada, suddenly stopped, involuntarily.

Difficult, background, creepy

Torrential rain, scorching sun, unbearable heat

The sky is vast and isolated.

Dull, hazy and deep.

Good sentences:

1, she has a thin little face, a thin body, sparse light hair and a miserable face.

Her hair is like curly silk. She has a slender nose and seems to despise everything. She has big eyes that can laugh. All her clothes are as thin as cicadas, swaying in the wind, and Mary says they are "full of lace".

It is not only a sad and huge place, but also Mr. craven is proud of it in his own way-it is sad enough. This house has a history of 600 years. It is located on the edge of the swamp. There are nearly 100 rooms in the house, most of which are empty and locked. There are portraits, exquisite old furniture and other old things, and there is a big forest garden, gardens and trees around-some branches sway to the ground.

Mary couldn't help listening just now. All this is very different from India, and anything new is attractive to her. But she doesn't want to show interest, which is one of her regrets and unhappiness.

She stared out of the window with her mouth closed, and it was a natural sight that the gray rain poured down diagonally, flapping against the window glass and flowing down the window glass.

6. Mary sat there and looked at her, watching her hat slide to one side. Later, she fell asleep in the corner of the carriage. Raindrops beat against the window like lullabies.

7. This must mean that the creepy roar rings around the house over and over again, just like an invisible giant patting the walls and windows to break in.

The next day, it began to rain again. Mary looked out of the window and saw the swamp shrouded in gray fog and thick clouds.

9. The rainstorm has stopped. The working wind dispersed the gray fog and clouds, and the wind itself stopped. The bright blue sky hung high over the swamp.

10, the sky in India is always scorching hot and unbearable; The sky here is blue and cool, almost as bright as the water in the bottomless beloved lake. There are seemingly small clouds of Aries floating everywhere in the blue sky. The vast swamp itself is no longer a depressing purple-blue or terrible gray, but a soft blue.

1 1. He has a big red mouth with a beautiful arc and a smile on his face.

12. At that time, he was standing in the swamp listening to the lark singing and watching it fly higher and higher, flying into the sky and becoming a point in the blue sky.

13. The arched sky looks high. Against the crystal clear blue background, snow-white clouds are flying like birds with open wings.

14, a new discovery made by people in the last century is that thoughts-just thoughts-are as powerful as batteries-good power is like sunlight, and bad power is like poison. Letting a bad idea enter your brain is as dangerous as letting a scarlet fever virus enter your body.

15, she stood there quietly, watching the treetops sticking out of the wall. A bird with a bright red breast perches on the tallest branch. Suddenly, it chirped in winter, as if it had seen Mary and was greeting her.

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The blazing sun, full of malice, hits people's heads straight and bakes the earth all day. The heat wave rolled around, as if it would ignite a raging fire when it touched Mars. On the way, uncles and aunts riding bicycles all put on sun hats and long-sleeved shirts, driving fast in the scorching sun, trying to escape from this heat wave as soon as possible.

In The Purple Stranger, plain clothes's traces are elegant, kissing his eyes deeply, singing about life and death, and singing about the world. Who will ask? Jathyapple listened to Hu cut, and a finger and a tear moved the purple account, which hurt a thousand miles of horses; A roll of clouds, a picture of seasonal clouds and water, misty rain and frosty flowers on the first floor, whose past is it? It's a half-life fragrance, and the glass dream is faint, forgotten and gone with the wind.

A thing of the past, no regrets; Do not be afraid of the future. You should accept what should have happened, no matter how bad it is for you, it has already happened. For those things that didn't happen, we should face them bravely. No matter how difficult and terrible you imagine, it hasn't happened yet. We can't control the weather, but we can control our mood. Otherwise, how can we control our lives?

In life, every place and everyone we pass by may become a post station and a passerby. We always like to recall, look back and never forget. Life is too short to rehearse. Thinking about life is a kind of spiritual activity. Through thinking, people will no longer be at a loss, experience a life course worthy of respect and strive for the true value of life. Thinking about life is the deepening, internalization and sublimation of existence consciousness.

Although people don't like weeds, they have strong vitality. Look at the wasteland by the road. Who will plant it? Who will plant it? But it is also self-generated, lush, and can be held down as long as there are cracks, isn't it? Look at the fields under the trees, even the crevices in the rocks, and the hillside wilderness on the roadside. People should praise its tenacious vitality!

I saw the beautiful, pure, shy and lovely girl's glittering and translucent snow skin with ivory halo, Wan Ru's tender white skin, a hibiscus flower condensed with fat, and a stunning and beautiful fragrant ytterbium. Her pure and beautiful eyes were closed shyly, and her long black eyelashes tightly covered her scissors and autumn pupils, and she saw a pair of delicate, round and finely carved shoulders under the white and beautiful straight jade neck.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and that small cloud becomes a thick white cloud, which slowly rises and expands, gradually covering the sky. It is snowing lightly. Suddenly, a large piece of snow fell. The wind roared and the snowstorm came. In an instant, the dark sky merged with Xue Hai, and everything was out of sight.

Reading has added a lot of fun to me, and I have learned to enjoy reading. In the golden house of my childhood, there will always be two words "reading". Only by learning to read first can you enjoy reading. Only by reading can your life be meaningful, your life will shine and your life will not be wasted.

So much for Tokyo. When the cherry blossoms in Ueno rot, they look like a crimson light cloud, but under the flowers, there are groups of "Qing students" crash courses, with big braid overhead and towering above the students' hats, forming a Mount Fuji. There are also braids that dissolve and flatten, except hats, which are shiny and visible, just like a little girl's bun and her neck twisted a few times. It's really beautiful.

Let us face the cliff and have the passion to climb; Facing the sea, there is a passion for surfing; Facing the starry sky, there is a passion to look up; Facing the land, there is a passion for farming; Facing the runway, there is a passion for sprinting; Facing books, there is a passion to study hard, and facing problems, there is a passion to ask questions; Facing the field, there is a passion to beat the opponent; In the face of failure, I have the passion to get up after falling.

The most striking ones are the leaves of Magnolia grandiflora and Maple. The leaves of Magnolia grandiflora feel thick. From the front, the smooth leaves seem to be coated with a thick layer of white wax, and the reverse is rust-colored, which feels fluffy and a little prickly. Maple leaves are also beautiful, shaped like big palms. At close range, it is a big red palm. Seen from a distance, they are red flames burning the earth.

Strolling along the mountain path, I was not attracted by the geese flying south, nor fascinated by the fragrant osmanthus, but blocked by the golden ginkgo. Those golden leaves, which make people linger and stare, dance in the air like butterflies, like saying goodbye to this important ceremony, and like children jumping into their mothers' arms and returning to the earth.

We love winter, and winter is a fashion designer who puts on white clothes for the earth. We love winter. Winter is a magician and gives everyone big marshmallows. Winter is a musician, writing music with various styles; We love winter, and winter is a strict teacher, who uses cold and snow as a pointer to educate us to have a strong will.

We should learn to be grateful, know how to repay kindness without forgetting it, and repay the kindness of dripping water. Learn to be grateful, and know that giving others a chance is giving yourself a chance, giving others a rose and leaving a lingering fragrance in your hand. If you help someone today, if you are in trouble tomorrow, someone will help you Life is a mirror, learn to be grateful, always smile at life, and life will smile back at you.

What is the responsibility? For middle-aged people, the responsibility is to take care of the elderly and educate their children. What is the responsibility? For young people, the responsibility is to work hard and serve the motherland and society. What is the responsibility? For children, the responsibility is to study modern scientific and cultural knowledge hard and repay the kindness of the motherland and parents in the future.

So I refused the lingering sadness, waved away Sanmao's romantic chic, left Jin Yong's Sword and Shadow, and bid farewell to Yu's "cultural journey". The dim moonlight in Yang Liuan is no longer the object of my sad songs. The spirit of swallowing Wan Li like a tiger in those days belonged to the past. What is needed now is the gradual widening of the belt and the persistence of not regretting it, which makes people haggard for Iraq. ...

Only by standing early can we strive for the initiative. Everything should be early, only early can win the initiative, only early can take the lead. This is what we often hear: early arrangement, early deployment, early mobilization, early action, early arrival and early implementation. If you can't catch up as soon as possible, it will easily lead to passivity, one step behind and one step behind. As Mr. Lu Xun said, "Always be early, do everything early, and be the first branch of the east wind"!

There is half a glass of water on the table, and the pessimist says, "There is only half a glass of water left." ; The optimist said, "There is half a cup left." Seeing the same thing will produce completely different results, but it is because of different mentality. In real life, smiling is a good medicine and secret recipe for facing difficulties and setbacks.

Everyone is eager for success. Fighting for success is like going to a distant holy land. The road is rugged and long, hiding countless demons, staring at you anxiously and coming at you. And what do you use to deal with them at this time? Use a "magic weapon" that you carry with you or pick up on the road. These "magic weapons" are colorful, diligent, modest and confident. One of them shines brightly, and that is patience and persistence.

This leaf seems to tell me that autumn is coming, the weather is getting cold, and there will be a bumper harvest. It seems to tell us his story: I am still a bud in spring, and I grow up slowly in summer. My life has experienced a warm spring, a hot summer and a cool autumn. I'm getting old and yellow. It's time for fallen leaves to return to their roots.

Autumn in October, crisp autumn, is the best time for people to enjoy chrysanthemums! You see, the chrysanthemum garden in the park attracts many tourists to enjoy it: some take pictures with mobile phones or cameras; Some leaned over and bowed their heads in close contact with chrysanthemums; There are also photos of people running around with cameras ... Yes, those white chrysanthemums, Huang Juhua, red chrysanthemums, orange chrysanthemums, green chrysanthemums, purple chrysanthemums, green chrysanthemums and ink chrysanthemums are colorful, so why not let people linger?

At high tide, the scenery of the sea is very spectacular. Silver waves rushed to the shore one after another. At first, the waves just jumped around like naughty children. After a while, the one-meter-high waves pushed over one by one. The waves hit the rocks by the sea, and generate made waves like jade. Tourists can't help exclaiming when they see it!

At this time, I don't want to go into the water. I just stood there quietly, closed my eyes, talked to the sea with my heart, and listened to the response of the sea with my ears; At dusk, the sun in Hongdandan looks like a shy girl's face, and the sea is particularly beautiful under the sunshine. The sea is unpredictable, sometimes calm and sometimes blue; Sometimes, the waves beat against the coast and pry up thousands of piles of snow.

Looking around, golden rice is everywhere. A gust of wind blew, and the rice nodded and waved to me, telling me that autumn was coming. The sorghum beside them all blushed, bowed their heads and stood there shyly, like a little girl who had done something wrong. Walking on the path in the field and looking up at the high sky, you will realize the meaning of crisp autumn; A gust of autumn wind blows head-on, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. Autumn is in the vast fields.

"Learn to keep spinning and make candles to light the way." For thousands of years, many people compared teachers to spring silkworms and candles. In her painstaking efforts and selfless dedication, how many flowers of the motherland have become the pillars of Kyushu Huaxia! Who knows how much sweat and tears it contains? Perhaps the teacher's white hair and wrinkles are the best witness.

In front of my house, there is a green pine tree like a pagoda. Its trunk is straight and straight, pointing to the blue sky. The branches are soft and elastic. No matter how much external pressure they encounter, they can automatically press down the soft branches and relieve the pressure for themselves through softness and elasticity. Leaves are as dense as fine needles. I think this should be a weapon for pine trees to protect themselves!

Look, there are snowflakes as big as goose feathers in the sky. Pieces of crystal clear snowflakes, like the embodiment of a beautiful angel. In a short time, the whole earth was covered with a silvery white coat. Looking around, there are white packages everywhere, just like a newborn baby wrapped in a layer of white clothes. It's so cute that people can't help reaching out and touching it.

Without the excitement and chic during the day, the rain at night is gentle and impeccable, but it is also mysterious with a little cold. Silver rain rays hit the ground directly, like silk, like a trickle, like fog, like a dream. She immersed me in the realm of fantasy, imagining the wonder of the sky, creating such slender and bright silk threads, and adding so much vitality to the earth!

The warm rain is like a string of pearls and a whip in the hands of Miss Chun, whipping the shadow of winter and driving away the cold in winter. You are so slim, but you are so irresistible; You smashed the resistance of snow and ice, disintegrated the defense of snow, turned the ice in the river into streams and gathered into a raging lake.

Summer nights are always full of charming colors, a little deep but romantic. The clouds in the sky are colorful and beautiful under the mapping of the sunset glow. A bright moon hangs as high as a silver mirror, reflecting the brightness of water. In the chirping of frogs and insects, the stars blinked naughtily and enjoyed the shadows dancing happily. At this time, the cool breeze gently dispelled the troubles and worries of the day.