Secret garden, good words, good sentences and 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 disappoint us. The following are excerpts of good words and sentences in the secret garden that I have compiled for you, hoping to help you.

Good words:

smug, self-satisfied, hysterical

Choose your words carefully, get things done hastily, speak eloquently

as thin as a cicada's wing, come to an abrupt end, involuntarily

hard, creepy

pouring down, scorching sun, unbearable heat

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2. Her hair is like curly silk. She has a slender nose, which 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".

3. Not only is it a sad and huge place, but Mr. craven is proud of it in his own way-it is also sad enough. This house has a history of 6 years. It is located on the edge of a swamp. There are nearly 1 rooms in the house, most of which are empty and locked. There are portraits, fine old furniture and other old things, and there is a big forest garden around, with gardens and trees-some branches of trees sway to the ground.

Mary couldn't help listening just now. All this is so different from India that anything new appeals to her. But she doesn't want to show her interest, which is one of her regrettable and unpleasant places.

5. She stared out of the window with her mouth closed, and the gray rain poured down in a diagonal line, flapping against the window glass and flowing down the window glass. This was a natural sight.

6. Mary sat there, watching her, watching her hat slide aside, and then she fell asleep again in the corner of the carriage. The rain beat against the window like a lullaby.

7. This must mean that the creepy roar is ringing around the house over and over again, as if an invisible giant were beating against the wall and window to break in.

8. The next day, it was raining cats and dogs. Mary looked out of the window and saw that the swamp was shrouded in gray fog and thick clouds.

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

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

11. He has a big red mouth with a beautiful arc, and a smile is rippling on his face.

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

13. The arched sky looks very 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 sunshine, and bad power is as bad as 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 and saw the treetops sticking out from the wall. A bird with a bright red chest perched on the tallest branch. Suddenly, it made its winter chirp, as if it had seen Mary and was greeting her.

a long time

The blazing and diabolical sun, full of malice, directly hit people's heads and scorched the earth all day. The heat wave rolled everywhere, as if it would burst into flames when it touched Mars. On the road, uncles and aunts riding bicycles all put on sun hats and long-sleeved shirts, and they were driving fast in the scorching sun, trying to escape from this heat wave as soon as possible.

on the purple stranger, that trace is plain and elegant, kissing my eyes deeply, and singing about life and death, singing the world; Who is to ask? Jathyapple listened to Hu Qie, one finger and one tear moved to the purple account, and one type hurt thousands of Ritsema; 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 light and light, and it's forgotten, and it's gone with the wind.

a thing of the past, no regrets; Don't be afraid of the future. For those things that should have happened, you should accept them frankly, no matter how adverse it is to you, it has already happened. For those things that haven't happened, be brave enough to face them. No matter how hard and terrible you imagine it, it hasn't happened yet. We can't control the weather, but we can control our mood. Otherwise, how can we control our life?

In life, everywhere we pass by, everyone may become a post station and a passer-by, who always likes to recall, look back and never forget. Life is too short to rehearse. Thinking about life is a spiritual activity, through which 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 to deepen, internalize and sublimate the consciousness of existence.

Although people don't like weeds, they have strong vitality. Look at the roadside wasteland. Who will plant it and plant it? But it is also self-growing, lush, as long as there is a seam can pin, isn't it? Look at the roadside hillside wilderness in the field under the tree, even in the cracks of rocks. People should praise it for its tenacious vitality!

I saw the beautiful, pure, shy and lovely girl's glittering and translucent snow muscle and jade skin flashing ivory-like halo, the white skin with soft lines, a lotus flower in Wan Ru that coagulates fat, and a stunning and beautiful fragrant ytterbium that is as red as fire. The pure and beautiful eyes with a myriad of amorous feelings are shy and closed, and the black and long eyelashes tightly cover the pair of scissors and autumn pupils, and the white and beautiful straight jade neck has a pair of delicate and round shoulders.

Wind. It's snowing lightly. Suddenly, large pieces of snow fell. The wind whined, and the snowstorm came. In an instant, the dark sky became one 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 when you learn to read first can you enjoy reading. Only by reading can your life be meaningful, your life will shine, and you will not waste your life.

Tokyo is nothing more than this. When the cherry blossoms in Ueno are rotten, it looks like a crimson light cloud, but under the flowers, there is also a crash course of "Qing students" in droves, with big braid on the top of their heads, towering high above the students' hats, forming a Mount Fuji. There are also braids that are dissolved and flattened, except for the hat, which is shiny and can be seen, just like a little girl's bun, and the neck is twisted a few times. It's really beautiful.

let's 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; In the face of books, there is a passion to study hard, and in the face of problems, there is a passion to open question marks; Facing the field, there is a passion to beat the opponent; In the face of defeat, I have the passion to get up again after falling.

Among them, the most striking ones are the leaves of Magnolia grandiflora and maple. The leaves of Magnolia grandiflora are very thick to the touch. From the front, it seems that a thick layer of white wax is coated on the smooth leaves, and the reverse is rust-colored, which feels fluffy and a little prick. Maple leaves are also very beautiful, shaped like big palms. At close range, they are big red palms. From a distance, they are a red flame burning the earth.

Walking on the mountain path, I was not attracted by the geese flying south, nor was I fascinated by the fragrant osmanthus, but stopped by the golden ginkgo. Those golden leaves, which made people linger and watch, danced in the air like butterflies, like saying goodbye to this important ceremony, and then returned to the earth like children throwing themselves into their mothers' arms.

We love winter, and winter is a fashion designer who puts on snow-white clothes for the earth. We love winter, winter is a magician, giving everyone big marshmallows; Winter is a musician, writing music with all kinds of winds; We love winter, and winter is a strict teacher, using cold and snow as a pointer to educate us to have a tenacious will.

We should learn to be grateful, know how to repay kindness with gratitude, and not be ungrateful. We should repay the kindness of dripping water with springs. Learn to be grateful, and know that giving others a chance means giving yourself a chance, giving someone a rose and leaving a lingering fragrance in your hand. If you help someone today, someone will help you if you are in trouble tomorrow. 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 link the past with the future, care for 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 hard the knowledge of modern science, technology and culture, and repay the gratitude of the motherland and parents in the future.

so I refused Qiong Yao's lingering feelings, waved away San Mao's romantic chic, and left Jin Yong's "sword and shadow" to bid farewell to Yu Qiuyu's "Cultural Journey". The waning moon in Yang Liuan is no longer the object of my sad songs. In those days, Jin Ge's spirit of swallowing Wan Li like a tiger belonged to the past, but now what we want is the persistence of gradually widening the belt and not regretting it, which makes people haggard for Iraq ...

Only based on 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 at ordinary times: early arrangement, early deployment, early mobilization, early action, early arrival and early implementation. If we can't catch up as early 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. The pessimist says, "There is only half a glass left." ; The optimist said, "There is half a cup left." Looking at the same thing will produce completely different results, but it is due to different mentality. In real life, smiling is a delicious medicine and secret recipe for facing difficulties and facing setbacks directly.

everyone is eager for success. Fighting for success is like going to a distant holy land. The road is rugged and long, and there are countless demons hidden, 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: Autumn is coming, and it's 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 gone through a warm spring, I have gone through a scorching summer, and I have entered a crisp autumn. I'm getting old and yellow. It's time for the fallen leaves to return to their roots.

October, when autumn is pleasant, is the best time for people to enjoy chrysanthemums! You see, the chrysanthemum garden in the park has attracted 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 pictures of people running around with cameras ... Yes, those white chrysanthemums, yellow chrysanthemums, red chrysanthemums, orange chrysanthemums, green chrysanthemums, purple chrysanthemums, green chrysanthemums and ink chrysanthemums are colorful, so why not make people linger?

at high tide, the scenery of the sea is spectacular. The silvery white waves rushed to the shore one after another. At first, the waves just jumped like naughty children. After a while, big waves one meter high pushed one by one. The waves hit the rocks by the sea, bursting into jade-like waves. When the tourists saw it, they couldn't help but exclaim!

At this time, I am not willing to go into the water. I just stand there quietly, close my eyes, talk to the sea with my heart, and listen to the response of the sea with my ears. Gradually at dusk, the sun in Hongdandan looks like a shy girl's face, and the sea is particularly beautiful and moving under the brilliance of the sun. The sea is unpredictable, sometimes it is calm and blue; Sometimes, the waves beat on the shore and pry up thousands of piles of snow.

Looking around, it was full of golden rice. A gust of wind blew, and the rice nodded and waved to me to tell me that autumn was coming. The sorghum beside them all blushed and hung their heads, standing 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 burst of autumn wind blows against my face, making people feel relaxed and happy. Autumn is in the vast fields.

"Learn from spring silkworms and keep spinning, and make candles to illuminate the road." For thousands of years, many people have compared teachers to spring silkworms and candles. In her painstaking 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 gray 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. Branches are soft and elastic. No matter how much external pressure they encounter, they can automatically depress the soft branches and relieve the pressure for themselves through softness and elasticity. Leaves are like thin needles, very dense, I think this should be a weapon for pine trees to protect themselves!

Look, snowflakes as big as goose feathers are falling in the sky, one by one. The crystal clear snowflakes are like the embodiment of beautiful angels. In a short time, the whole earth is covered with a layer of silvery white coat. When you look around, it is wrapped in white everywhere, just like a newborn baby wrapped in a layer of white clothes. It is so cute that people can't help but reach out and touch it.

Without the liveliness and chic during the day, the rain at night is tender and impeccable, but it is also mysterious with a little bit of coldness. The silver rain shines straight on the ground, like silk, like Juan, like fog, like a dream. She makes me immerse myself in the realm of fantasy, imagining that the wonderful work of heaven has created such fine and bright silk threads, adding so much vitality to the earth.

The warm rain is like a string of pearls, and it is like a whip in Miss Chun's hand, whipping the shadow of winter and driving away the cold of winter. You are so slender,