The ten metaphorical sentences should be more beautiful and elegant, and not too long. Of course, if they are good, they can be longer.

1. The moonlight pours down from the sky like running water.

2. The flower is like a shy little girl, smiling shyly.

After the rain, the wild flowers on the grassland bloomed like a flower headscarf that had just been soaked in water. Even the dewdrops were colorful! Clusters of dandelions grew on the grass beside the road, and small umbrella-shaped dandelions grew on the grassland. White flower balls scatter in the wind. The yellow flowers of the dandelion bloomed brilliantly - small, delicate, like some chicks, they fluttered, laughed, and looked so kind and cute. The downy seeds of dandelions are flying in the air, as if saying goodbye to autumn. Mimosa is like a shy girl. As long as you touch it lightly on its leaves, it will close up and its branches will hang down, as if it doesn't dare to see people. In the field, the ears of grain bent deeply, as if they were politely welcoming the visiting owner. The grains are huge and plump, shining like amber. The ears of corn all over the ground looked like dog tails, golden and adorable to look at! It rained several times, and the corn seedlings grew up as if blown by the wind. Soon, the annual The green gauze tent appeared again. There is still wet night dew on the fat green sword-like corn leaves. When the wind blows, the dew drops roll down the thick stalks. The melon garden looks green from a distance, and the watermelons are big and round, wearing green striped coats, lying quietly in the melon field. Yantai pears are big and yellow-skinned, like a gourd with a big belly. When you take a bite, the sweet pear water will flow on your tongue and seep into your throat, just like eating honey. The pear is sweet and fragrant, and when you take a bite, it is crispy and sweet, and the sweet water flows down your chin. Not to mention eating these grapes, just looking at them will make you feel good for a long time. If you eat a bunch of them, they will be sweet for several days! The thousands of branches of the persimmon tree raised red lanterns, swaying in the autumn wind, and in the blue The sky flickered. The red and yellow apples bent the branches, really like many fat babies smiling at people with their big mouths. In the vegetable garden, leeks are sprouting, spinach is nuzzled, cucumber seedlings are branching, bean seedlings are breaking the ground, and the borders are full of vitality. The vegetable patch was filled with watery green, and the green vegetables, cabbage, leeks, and spinach were all shiny and shiny with the dew. The breeze blows, and the wheat seedlings sway gently, as if they are energized and ready to use all their strength to jump up! The wheat grows poorly, is sparse, thin, wilted, and yellow, as short and shriveled as foxtail grass. The wheat seedlings in the field ridges were sparse, as if they were eagerly anticipating the rain. The heavy rice, like rows of golden pearls, is so joyful! The rice put on gorgeous gold clothing, lowering its head shyly. The breeze blows and the golden waves roll. The farmers stood on the edge of the field, looking at the yellow rice fields that looked like dog tails, and felt as sweet as honey in their hearts. This road is planted with sorghum, which has grown taller than a person's head, and is as green as an endless wall. The red sorghum, like countless torches, reflects the sky red. The fiery red sorghum ears are studded with round, pearl-like fruits, nodding and smiling at the hardworking people in the breeze. The grass is also swaying in the breeze, as if singing and dancing gently with the morning breeze. The grass weaves its own bits and pieces of green into pieces of green carpets. The grass quietly greened the entire mountain and weaved spring clothes for my hometown. The peach forest in the rain has no dust or noise, and is as quiet as a fairyland. The primeval forest is like a rough and tough mountain man. The forest gives us feminine tenderness like a mother. We develop and grow with the green buds of early spring, and give birth with the scent of pine in the maple leaves of autumn. The skin of Yali is very thin, so thin that it sometimes breaks when touched; the size is so big that it will surprise you; and it is so juicy that taking a bite is like drinking a bowl of sweet water washed out of a sweet spring. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, the peaches are ripe, with a red mouth and a small body of fluff. They look so beautiful and cute, like a shy girl, with her head lowered and her face flushed. The peach tree, as thick as a bowl, has lush branches and leaves, and each small peach looks like an abacus bead. The appearance of pomegranate is like a spherical vase with a small mouth. Its skin is yellow-brown. When you peel off the skin, you will see crystal clear fruits arranged neatly, one layer after another. The pineapple growing in Jianye's heart curiously poked its head out from the green leaves in the yard, looking around and spying on the passing passengers. This bright red, round lychee has full, crystal-clear flesh and is as white as glutinous rice dumplings. The trees are full of densely packed lychees, like countless stars in the night sky. The bunches of grapes are long, green, and crystal clear, as if they were carved out of crystal and jade. He picked a large bunch of grapes that looked like amethyst balls, each one so plump that the sweet juice almost overflowed. The fluffy green grass follows the continuous undulations of the terrain, reaching up to the sky, like covering the earth with layers of thick velvet carpets. The colors of the grass are rich and colorful, and the pieces connected one by one are better than the tapestry woven by skillful hands. They are vivid, natural and harmonious. The grass looks very monotonous in front of the gorgeous flowers, and looks very weak at the foot of the towering trees. However, although hurricanes can uproot trees and blow flowers to pieces, they cannot affect the grass that takes root in the earth.

When the storm came, many crops, flowers, and small trees were knocked upside down by the wind and rain, while the grass firmly grasped the soil, holding its head high and chest high, like a fearless warrior. The ashes of the crops were all twisted into ropes, and a puff of smoke rose up when stepped on the ground. As soon as the sun rises, the crops in the field are painted with a layer of color. The wheat in the field grows fat and green, and when the wind blows, it looks like a lake of green water. Light red tomatoes hang one by one on the herringbone trellis, like lanterns. This big cauliflower has white flowers and is like a baby face. The cauliflowers all raised their pale yellow faces and smiled at the red sun. The newly born young forest is like the velvet flowers on the head of a baby. When many plants are wilted and dried by the scorching sun, only sorghum stubbornly holds up its back and will hold out a bunch of bright red grains after autumn. After a few days, the flower bones on the cactus revealed two white petals, like a bird about to break open its eggshell, which was very cute. The cactus flower is like a long trumpet, playing cheerful music to the blue sky. Cacti are jasper in the yellow sand, islands in the dry sea, and heroes in the desert; they bring vitality, prosperity, and a mysterious color of hope to the blazing desert. The reeds are blooming, and the reed flowers are fluttering, white and soft, like clusters of light feathers, swaying in the wind. The reeds with newly bloomed leaves rustled in the shallow water of the river, lingering with the spring breeze, as if whispering a hazy love poem. Wild flowers are everywhere: various kinds, with names and without names, scattered in the grass, like eyes, like stars, and they are blinking. In the fields and hillsides beside the road, wild chrysanthemums are golden, decorating the vast wilderness like stars dotting the blue sky. Light red tomatoes hang one by one on the herringbone trellis, like lanterns. This big cauliflower has white flowers and is like a baby face. The cauliflowers all raised their pale yellow faces and smiled at the red sun. The newly born young forest is like the velvet flowers on the head of a baby. When many plants are wilted and dried by the scorching sun, only sorghum stubbornly holds up its back and will hold out a bunch of bright red grains after autumn. In the field, the ears of grain bent deeply, as if they were politely welcoming the visiting owner. The grains are huge and plump, shining like amber. The ears of corn all over the ground looked like dog tails, golden and adorable to look at! It rained several times, and the corn seedlings grew up as if blown by the wind. Soon, the annual The green gauze tent appeared again. There is still wet night dew on the fat green sword-like corn leaves. When the wind blows, the dew drops roll down the thick stalks. The melon garden looks green from a distance, and the watermelons are big and round, wearing green striped coats, lying quietly in the melon field. Yantai pears are big and yellow-skinned, like a gourd with a big belly. When you take a bite, the sweet pear water will flow on your tongue and seep into your throat, just like eating honey. The pear is sweet and fragrant, and when you take a bite, it is crispy and sweet, and the sweet water flows down your chin. Not to mention eating these grapes, just looking at them will make you feel good for a long time. If you eat a bunch of them, they will be sweet for several days! The thousands of branches of the persimmon tree raised red lanterns, swaying in the autumn wind, and in the blue The sky flickered. The red and yellow apples bent the branches, really like many fat babies smiling at people with their big mouths. In the vegetable garden, leeks are sprouting, spinach is nuzzled, cucumber seedlings are branching, bean seedlings are breaking the ground, and the borders are full of vitality. The vegetable patch was filled with watery green, and the green vegetables, cabbage, leeks, and spinach were all shiny and shiny with the dew. The peach forest in the rain has no dust or noise, and is as quiet as a fairyland. The primeval forest is like a rough and tough mountain man. The forest gives us feminine tenderness like a mother. We develop and grow with the green buds of early spring, and give birth with the scent of pine in the maple leaves of autumn. The skin of Yali is very thin, so thin that it sometimes breaks when touched; the size is so big that it will surprise you; and it is so juicy that taking a bite is like drinking a bowl of sweet water washed out of a sweet spring. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, the peaches are ripe, with a red mouth and a small body of fluff. They look so beautiful and cute, like a shy girl, with her head lowered and her face flushed. The peach tree, as thick as a bowl, has lush branches and leaves, and each small peach looks like an abacus bead. The appearance of pomegranate is like a spherical vase with a small mouth. Its skin is yellow-brown. When you peel off the skin, you will see crystal clear fruits arranged neatly, one layer after another. The pineapple growing in Jianye's heart curiously poked its head out from the green leaves in the yard, looking around and spying on the passing passengers. This bright red, round lychee has full flesh, crystal clear flesh, and is as white as glutinous rice dumplings. The trees are full of densely packed lychees, like countless stars in the night sky. The bunches of grapes are long, green, and crystal clear, as if they were carved out of crystal and jade. Drooling while sleeping in the library is like stalactites in old age. Qian Zhongshu said around the city: Snoring is like flying a long-line kite. As night falls, the surrounding mountains look like tall mountain gods, like mysterious castles, like depressed giants, and like an endless carpet. The neon lights in the distance lit up, like a bright rainbow, like a fairy's fluttering skirt, like a colorful bridge, like dazzling, gorgeous clouds. My heart was like a knife, and my eyes were blurred by tears.

The sun will shine and heat, and it will be a big fireball. The crowds came and went, and the dam turned into an open-air stage. A silver-gray hovercraft, like a purebred horse, flew past the sparkling sea. Her article is very well written. The structure is as close as the relationship between nerve knots and neural networks in the human body. The little brother's face is chubby and red. He looks like a cute big apple. I really want to take a bite. Looking from a distance, the pine trees on Mount Taishan are so thick that they look like a sword eyebrow running horizontally on a person's cheekbones. When dinner started in the cafeteria, the whole school huddled together like ants on a hot pot. The enemy plane fled, and our planes chased closely behind it, like a jackal chasing a little white rabbit, one behind the other. Heavy snow fell like goose feathers, reed catkins, and cotton wool. The fiery red maple leaves are falling down like sparks. Athletes run towards the finish line like arrows leaving the string. The North Star hangs in the sky like an oak guiding light. The dream is like a small fish swimming around in the water. I want to catch him, but he has already run away. The dream is like a snowflake, dancing in the air. I want to catch it, but it has melted. I am like a kite, unable to fly far away. My pain and helplessness are like a swing, swinging out and coming back again. The weather has been so cold these days, and the cold wind blows on his face like a knife. Qiu Shaoyun stood motionless in the fire like a huge boulder. Zhuge Liang ordered the bow to face west and the stern to face east. (Metaphor) The Japanese officer sitting on the edge of the bed had red eyes, like a wild dog that had just eaten a dead person. " He broke a piece of glass and ran away like a monster in fear. Metaphor about love: Love is like a mobile phone. There are always rumors of one-way charges, but they never get out. In the end, you find out that the origin of the rumor is not the user. You are a so-called expert and scholar who does not have a mobile phone. In the future, you have to convince yourself how reasonable and legal two-way charging is. Nineteen classic love mood metaphors, which one do you belong to? Love is like some leaders who keep saying it. It means that you want to support new people, but when it comes to the operational level, new people always find that they can't compete with the old people. Falling in love is like drinking tea. All you drink is water, but you never admit that what you drink is water. Boiled water, but always brag about how expensive the tea you drink is like photography. Even if you have advanced equipment and superb skills, you still need darkroom operations in the end. Love is like the Spring Festival Gala, which becomes more and more lively every year. , it becomes more and more boring every year. Love is like a piano, the most elegant content is placed in the home of the least elegant person, but the real elegant people cannot enjoy it. Love is like a quiz, there are countless rules, but there are One thing cannot be removed, that is: remove the highest score, remove the lowest score - the highest score is always eliminated first. Love is like VCD, pirated copies are always more popular than genuine ones. Love is like public cars. The one you are waiting for never comes, but the ones you wait for always come one after another. Love is like a thief. You can never sleep well. The biggest insecurity factor is often yourself. Love is like watching TV. Holding the remote control in your hand, you wait expectantly for a good show, and finally fall asleep exhausted, but you can't help but wait the next day. Love is like sneezing, it always comes out accidentally, but always happens when you do it deliberately. Love is like nothing, just like himself: she is coquettish and in childhood; she is restless and in adolescence; she is moody and in menopause; she is deaf and blind, in old age. Love is like a sultry day. On the journey, when you finally find a seat after a long wait, you will hear a friendly and sweet female voice from the train announcement: This train has reached the terminal. Falling in love is like having two watches, you. It's always hard to tell which time is more accurate? Love is like a computer. There are always N problems waiting to be fixed. When you fix them, you find that there are more than N new problems waiting to be fixed. Love is like a mobile phone. There are always rumors that it needs to be purchased. You charge money, but it never comes out. In the end, you find out that the origin of the rumor is not the user himself, but the so-called experts and scholars who don't have mobile phones. Later, you have to convince yourself how reasonable and legal two-way charging is. Love is like a director. All the slogans are about the supremacy of art, but in fact they are all based on appearance. Love is like "revolution" in the eyes of some people, flaunting how unfathomable and flawless it is, but in the final analysis, it is inevitable to get straight to the point: treating guests to dinner. Falling in love is like eating chili pepper. When you don’t eat it, it always smells amazing, but when you actually eat it, it is so spicy that you can’t bear to live. You regret it and swear you will never eat it again. However, as soon as the spiciness wears off, you miss it again. Thoughts. The spicier it is, the more fragrant it is, the more fragrant it is, the spicier it is. You will always be torn between longing and regret. This is the logic of love. Metaphorical sentences about snow: Wonderful little snowflakes, like an ethereal and elegant jade butterfly, fluttering its thin wings, first descending into the world. Snow is the poet's tears. Snow is the white wedding dress of the sky. Snow is pure beauty. Snow is the advanced magic of WOW. Snowstorm. Snow is dancing for people. Snow is making people laugh. Snow is singing for people. The snow is like pieces of goose feathers, falling down one after another. She appeared in front of me again. Her snow, like white jade, covered the earth, making you feel like you were in heaven. Let me ask Piao Feixue: Who does Yingying want to be? The love of yesterday is left empty, and the people of the past are no longer seen. The fragrant and cold chrysanthemums with cold stamens are hard to find, and the tears shed on the empty branches cannot be found in dreams.

There are traces left in the snow that cannot be hidden, and even a sparse shadow heralds spring. The snow all over the mountains and plains is like the white scarf on the fairy's head, covering the earth. It is the spirit that fell into the world, purifying the stains in the world. The snow, like white jade, covers the earth, making you feel like you have arrived in heaven. The snow all over the mountains and plains is like the white scarf on the fairy's head, covering the earth. Crystal-like snow falls in winter and spreads on the ground like falling white camellias.

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