Beautiful transitional sentences, narrative paragraphs

Soon, I will compete with Peiyun, and we can't tell the winner from one moment to another. The most tense moment has finally arrived, because we all got ten points, and whoever gets one more point will win. Now I'm out of the stone and Li Peiyun's scissors, jumping three feet high with joy, because I finally won the final victory.

At first, I was with Li Jiake. In the first round, I threw stones, Li Jiake threw handkerchiefs, and I lost. In the second round, I gave a handkerchief. I thought she would throw stones, but she did. Now, I know that Li Jiake always gives the same thing, and I can finally beat her. In the third round, I cut scissors. As I expected, Li Jiake was veiled again. I thought to myself, "Ha ha! Li Jiake, I thought you were smart again. "

When President Liu whistled, the cheerleaders in our class immediately boiled up: "Come on, Class Three! Come on, class three! " The cheerleaders of Class Two are not to be outdone: "Come on, Class Two! Come on, class two! " The sound is getting louder and louder. Wu Pengfei was careless, and the ball he got was taken away by Lu Hangmin. Lu Hangmin passes the ball to Zhu Yu, and Zhu Yu smashes a beautiful three-pointer! "Yes, yes! Yes! " People gave a cheer. Look, Class Two finally grabbed the ball again, but it was stopped by Lu Hangyuan. He broke through the defense with the ball in three steps and two moves, ran straight to the fence and hit another two-pointer and Dai. Although she is a girl, her performance on the court is not inferior. Her defense is so solid that she can't do anything about Chen Huishan.

Mother saw it and said, "Girl, the red scarf has to be washed twice in clean water before it is clean." While I was fetching water, I said to my mother, "This is my first time to wash, I don't know!" " "I took the red scarf off the bamboo pole and washed it in clear water. I used three pots of water continuously until the foam disappeared, then picked it up, wrung it out and hung it on a bamboo pole to dry.

The first is the preparation: find some thicker books, fold them, and then cover them with a piece of paper, leaving a small hole in the middle of the paper, which is just suitable for putting a pot-a big jelly shell. My snacks will soon become delicious in the "pot". Orange juice is the reason for cooking, and the small ticket melon is the spatula for cooking. The preparations are ready and the game can begin.

I suddenly found several watermarks in the corner in front of and behind the house, so I quickly reported them. Mother looked at it, thought for a moment and said, "Could it have stayed here last night and broke into the room when we opened the door in the morning?" ! "This is not bad! We started the "big fight" again. Under the sofa, behind the refrigerator and under the cupboard, I almost didn't turn the bed over, but I just didn't. Dad said, "Forget it, let it live in our house for a stable year!" " "I don't think the police uncle will give up halfway when he catches the real bad guys, but today is New Year's Eve, so he has to give up.

I made a basin of clean water, put the red scarf in the water, and then I fished it out and put soap on it. I found a place particularly dirty, so I wiped it hard. Soon, my hands became slippery and slippery. I think it's interesting. After rubbing for a while, I rubbed the red scarf in clean water. Suddenly, clean water is like ink. Then I fished the red scarf out of the dirty water and hung it on the bamboo pole.

I didn't know my opponent was seven big men and an aunt until I was ready. As soon as the war started, I immediately hid behind an oil drum and set up a gun like a soldier in the movie. I waited for a while and found that the enemy aimed at me and I aimed at him. We shot almost at the same time. I felt a sharp pain in my left hand when I shot. I didn't know my hand was hit until I saw it. The enemy's chest was DC "blood". I immediately went back to the oil drum to observe the enemy, but my helmet was shot twice in a row. Their marksmanship is really good. They can shoot wherever they say. At this time, I saw a female enemy being beaten all over by two dogs. Then, I watched the left front wholeheartedly, but I didn't notice several enemies coming from two dog. When I felt that things were not good, it was too late. I could only secretly complain and fired several shots at the enemy. But the enemy's firepower became more and more fierce, and suddenly two dog and his mother "disappeared". Only when my mother and I finished fighting and retreated until there were no bullets, did we run away.

I'll heat the rice and vegetables in the pot first, and then I can eat. I took a bite from the doll. If it doesn't eat, I will. Then I fed the next doll, it didn't open its mouth, and I ate its share ... while I was having fun, suddenly, I heard the sound of opening the door, and my grandparents must have come back. So I immediately cleaned the room to make it look like I was doing my homework, so they wouldn't find me playing house. I haven't played house since then. Looking back now, although the game at that time was a little naive, it left a deep impression on me and I can't forget it for a long time. It not only brought me unlimited fun, but also made me feel like my own master.

I dipped the straw into the soaking water, put it on my mouth and blew it gently. These naughty bubbles can't wait to get out of the straw pile. They look different and have different colors. Bubbles are big and small, round and oval, and there are many colors, such as green, blue, yellow and red ... In fact, they have no color, because sunlight shines on bubbles and reflects into people's eyes to see colorful colors. It turns out that Sun's father gave these little rascals color.

I blew a lot of bubbles. Some are like my father-in-law's wine gourd, some are like Sister Xia's necklace, some are like the petal skirts of star dolls, and some are like the pearls of Moon Mother ... When I walked to the middle of the bridge, I blew some bubbles again. They had a good time on the water, but they disappeared after a while. Maybe it's because they are playing hide and seek!

At five o'clock on Saturday afternoon, a moving company car came. The staff moved the furniture to the car within 25 minutes, and we barely got on the car. When I called Feifei to get on the bus, Feifei didn't move at all. I saw it, jumped out of the car and hugged Feifei to get on the bus, but Feifei struggled on me. I had no choice but to put Feifei down and get on the bus. The bus started, followed by Feifei. Finally, Feifei lay on the ground. I watched in the car and really wanted to cry with my mouth open.

On Sunday, my father and I went back to our original home, and I was very relieved and happy to see Feifei still alive and lovely here. Suddenly, my father said in my ear, "Feifei feels at home here. Anyway, you can't let it live here forever! " Besides, nobody cares. Give it to your friends! "Hearing this, I couldn't say anything, so I agreed. Later, I gave it to a good friend who lives in Heyuan Community. At that time, I wanted to cry.

A month has passed. I have feelings for little turtles. It is no longer afraid of me, but it has learned to be naughty. One day, I put the little turtle on the floor to play. I watched TV for a while and found that the little turtle was missing. Where will it go? I looked for its trace everywhere, but I couldn't find it anywhere. What happened? Suddenly, I heard the sound of "cheep, cheep …" and followed the sound. It turns out that the little turtle is eating the pig liver just bought on the kitchen food counter. I was so angry that I quickly took it down and said angrily, "How can you steal food?" The little turtle seemed to understand my words and lowered his head, as if to say, "I'm sorry, master, I was wrong."

Before dawn in the morning, the cock's meowing woke up the host's house. The hostess came to the sheep with a bottle in her hand and squeezed a bottle full of fresh milk for the owner and children to drink. Soon there was a "giggle" from the henhouse. It turns out that the big-flowered hen has laid eggs and is rewarding her master! The hostess took out a hot egg from the henhouse and cooked it for her baby. At this moment, the big cat caught a mouse stealing food. It meows and wants its owner to praise it. At this time, the cry of "Wang Wang" scared away a thief who wanted to steal.

There are grass skiing, bungee jumping, field events and so on. We have played many projects, and the most memorable one is dozens of field battles. We went to the field and rented uniforms, helmets, guns and bullets, each with 20 bullets. This gun is a real gun. The bullet is a thin plastic ball with red liquid in it. It broke when you hit someone, and the fake blood came out.

As we all know, global warming is caused by air pollution, which makes the ozone layer empty. Isn't it enough to wake us up? Like our Great Wall, the Forbidden City, etc. are all the heritages of human culture, but some people don't realize that these are all we have, and if we lose them, we won't have them. Therefore, we should start from bit by bit around us. We should cherish every small animal, every grass and every drop of water around us. Start with small things, take environmental protection as our responsibility, and drive our friends around us to do their part to improve the global environment.

Night, quiet, the city fell asleep. At this time, the night created a unique music. On the staff drawn by the breeze, the notes from the stars are jumping, and the music is soft and soothing. Other than that, nothing is moving.

The remoteness of night is the beauty of night; The night is within reach and has extraordinary charm. In the evening, I opened this ancient book and read it carefully. ...

The looming clouds in the night sky fluttered slowly, slightly reddish in color, one after another, with thousands of shapes. A large area of Parthenocissus on the opposite wall rustled in the wind. Everything in the moonlight is so harmonious.

Night has two hands, one holding dusk and the other holding dawn: after dusk is night, and after night is dawn. Night is also unpredictable.

A swallow sticks out its little head from its nest and looks at the outside world strangely. Finally, it spread its wings and practiced flying in the sky. At this time, a little rabbit also slipped out of the house and twisted its ass among the grass to prevent the hunter from finding himself. I smiled and laughed happily. This is a feeling I have never had before. I have never found learning to grow up so interesting.

The autumn wind is bleak, turning the original green leaves yellow. I drew my hand back inadvertently-indeed, it was too cold. What's more, my heart is cold. Lost in the shadow of exam failure, it is just catching up with such a bleak autumn day. In the face of that clean report card, I seem to feel that my road is covered with a layer of dark smog.

The fog rising from the hot milk gave the parents a kind smile. Yes, my parents' love is shining, shining on me, penetrating the smog, the blank road is full of colors, and my heart is bright, dark and scattered.

In the field, golden ears of wheat stand neatly. At first glance, it looks like a road paved with gold, emitting strange brilliance. Fruitful fruit trees stand proudly on both sides of the road, calmly accepting the praise of passers-by. Aren't all the things in the field children in autumn? They laughed and danced, with sweet dimples on their faces, and played carefree.

After listening to Uncle Feng's explanation, my heart calmed down. I am enjoying the fun that Uncle Feng brought me, overlooking the endless fun contained in the earth.

My mother nicknamed me Nocturnal Animals. Yes, I feel dizzy day and night. My favorite night, of course, is a charming night. Many people were afraid of the darkness at night when they were young, but for me, the night exudes infinite charm. And tonight, as usual, get up in the middle of the night, stand on the balcony of the bedroom and feel the unique, soft and unique symphony music that belongs to tonight.

I no longer resist growing up, happily follow Uncle Feng, study and grow up happily, and seriously experience the ups and downs brought to me in the process of growing up, because this is the happiness I realized step by step.

The bleak autumn wind blows, bringing a little coolness. The heavy fruit was picked, leaving the tree with a yellow dress as autumn clothes. Autumn wind blows gently, leaves roll gracefully in mid-air and slowly fall on mother's feet. Looking across the fields, there are yellow leaves everywhere. When you step on it, you will always hear a "rustling" sound, which is unique to autumn.

The eagle did not follow the track of migratory birds, but its vigorous wings in the lonely train ticket in the desert outlined the grandeur of life in the long sunset. Chrysanthemum does not follow the footsteps of roses. It blooms softly and gloomily in the cold autumn and enjoys its tenacity in the fallen leaves. I didn't blindly follow other people's courses, so as to show my charm in the ocean of life and keep my growth alone in the moral sky.

In the past, there was darkness on my road because my parents' light shone behind me. Only by looking back can we find that the light is so bright and dazzling, and the love of parents will hold up a brilliant sun in the dark moment of life!

In a quiet night, I fell asleep again. In my dream, I gently put on a warm coat for you, and we sat hand in hand in an old rocking chair and watched the sunset together. ...

Some people say: without the help of selfless maternal love, the child's mind will be a desert. It is this kind of love that planted a tree of hope in the desert in my heart and turned it into an oasis.

Motherly love is like a affectionate song, melodious and melodious, singing softly; Motherly love is like a warm spring breeze, which blows away the darkness of the soul and drives away the cold.

Cold wind, faint moon and dancing moon shadow are the main theme of the night. On a quiet moonlit night, listen to the sound of the wind, feel the desolation of the night, look at the twinkling stars in the distance and feel the unique charm of nature. It's not fast! Mysterious night sky, you are like Mona Lisa's mysterious smile, which always brings me infinite reverie.

Colorful seasons are like colorful life; Winter is a pure childhood; Spring is a vibrant youth; Summer is a stable middle age; Autumn is the last stage of life-old age.

Indeed, wordless love can often express deep love and convey the truest feelings. Not all maternal love is great and earth-shattering. Sometimes a warm smile, a reminder when going out, and a cup of warm hot coffee are also the most common expressions of love.

Birds chirping during the day are sleeping peacefully now. The air smells of dew and petals. There is no figure on the road, and it is no longer noisy. The night is like a veil, quietly hanging over the city.

The story of Zhang Lili, the "most beautiful female teacher", is widely circulated. At the moment when the roaring car rushed to the students, she set up a safe sentry box with her delicate but powerful body; The story of "the most beautiful driver" Wu Bin touched thousands of families. Within 76 seconds after the iron piece hit the flesh and blood, he completed the ferry from disaster to safety with extreme beauty. People look up to Zhang Lili because in this era of "personal supremacy", her vigorous arms vividly interpret the highest realm of teachers' morality; People respect Wu Bin, because in this era of increasingly thin morality and responsibility, the scene of him patiently slowing down and stopping is the best illustration of professional ethics and professionalism. The word "the most beautiful" is the highest reward for them, and it is also a call for the complete return of great love.

And everything can be, and it is worth being the lingering fragrance in the wind. The dialectic between death and stay is the most sensible consideration of nature and history. When the surface gradually melts with the wind and sand, the inner core is slowly revealing its essence. The hourglass left by the passage of time can let us see the true value of a thing clearly. Dunhuang in the northwest, once flying completely and clearly, is just a mural to the person who painted it; Today, although it is dry and full of holes, it can better bear the weight of history. A real masterpiece must be washed by the wind and frost of history, and then some of it dies, but more truth, goodness and beauty remain.

The waning moon, slanting in the sky, lost in confusion, slender and curved claw shape, really has irresistible evil. Since ancient times, the full moon has always appeared at a sweet time. However, the flowers will eventually fade, and the curtain will always fade. Rough God will not give you a long and comfortable opportunity because of sympathy and pity. How many things are really prosperous? The full moon is solid and beautiful, but it is eventually lacking.

From elementary school to college, until the day we are old, we have been rewriting our IQ with one hand. This is a hand that needs to go through vicissitudes. All the information conveyed by this hand seems to be inseparable from a person's intellectual development. More intuitively, it represents a person's overall image, and all emotions are changing with this hand. This hand, from the moment of birth, seems destined to hand in papers. The half-way line needs refueling, the sprint line needs to do its best, the university needs textual research, the unit needs to be tested after graduation, and the title needs to be tested after employment until retirement. The biggest mission of this hand is the exam, and intelligence has become the eternal theme of children.

Since the word "sincerity" contains "words". Then let's start with words. "Speech" is not only talking, but also writing articles and making comments. The minister told the emperor that this was called "remonstration", which showed that "words" could not be arbitrary. Confucius said, "I save three times a day." The main problem he thinks about is speaking. Living in a crowd, language communication is not unimportant. Maybe you're dignified, maybe you're good-looking, but it's bound to make the world stay away from you when you start talking about the unknown address. Everyone has heard the story of "the wolf is coming". Imagine if everyone became the child in the story, wouldn't life be frightening? Some people say you don't have to worry, we can live a good life. This is a terrible statement. If TV is a medium, its audience is not small, but on such a large platform, we are used to seeing "Double Deer" and "Shuanghui", and there are more celebrities and stars. Isn't it terrible that the world becomes false, human feelings become blurred and trust becomes extravagant? Time to wake up.

The stubborn old man was not willing to bend his knees in that lonely hut and look at the rolling river. He resolutely chose to sail on the vast sea, not willing to be mediocre. He chose to fight the big fish that ate people, and the glorious year of an old man and the sea was written into history. Fragile hearts don't want to be buried by dark silence. He is addicted to singing, and his arrogant style shines brightly against Yue Hui. The small stamps full of homesickness and the eternal yearning under Cambridge became his best weapon to get rid of mediocrity. A kind old man is unwilling to be mediocre. Although his hair is gray, he still greets every reader with a smile. She told people to "read more books, read good books and study hard." She watered every growing heart with the notes of love and refused mediocrity. Her great style doomed her brilliant life.

Look at Du Fu again. When he was young, he rushed to Chang 'an, hoping to show his talents and be reused by the imperial court, and then "go to Jun Yao Shun, and then make the customs pure". However, he was frustrated all his life and never really got a good opportunity to serve the court. However, his political ambition never waned. I fled in the war, but I was thinking about people who suffered from the war, so I wrote "Three Officials and Three Farewells" to express my feelings; I'm stuck in Huanhuaxi, and it rains all night, but I still fantasize that "there are thousands of spacious buildings, and the poor in the world are happy."

That was the first time I ate sweet and sour pork ribs. I don't remember other details, but I remember my grandmother picked a pork chop that was hardly cut after cooking, blew it, shook it, and handed it to me to cool it down quickly. I took it in my hand and chewed it up. Sour and sweet. I just like eating popsicles. I put it in my mouth and sucked it. It seems that the sour and sweet taste will never be finished.

In fact, there are many things in life, such as giving your seat to the elderly on the bus, reaching out when you need directions on the roadside, giving way when you meet someone in an emergency on the elevator, and not cutting in line when you queue. These little things are the embodiment of a person's morality and the display of public morality consciousness. Some people say that when God closes a door, he opens a window. God's door will be closed unintentionally, but he will make you light up when you reach out and open the window. When you open a window, you will have a room full of sunshine and beauty.

Picking up a banana peel at hand may save the passing old man from falling. This is a small effort, but it is a good way to avoid the pain of others. Maybe one day you get sick and go to the hospital. The attending doctor is the old man's son. It is precisely because of the safety and health of the elderly that doctors can treat patients with more peace of mind and dedication. Perhaps this assumption is utilitarian, but who can explain the cause and effect in life? The "butterfly effect" just illustrates this point. Although the good idea of "small kindness and small benefits" has no idea of returning, it can be the joy of unexpected gains and a kind of happiness in life.

I can't help but think of Bai, the host, who insisted with a frown on the TV screen and at the forefront of the news. With his wisdom and agility, with his responsibility and fraternity, he has seen farther and deeper than us. He knows the darkness and backwardness of society and people's ulterior motives. He knew that "this is the farthest way." He knew that even if he was smashed, he could not immediately improve the backwardness in some areas. Therefore, he will frown. But in the book Pain and Happiness, I clearly feel that there is an upward force supporting him, and he will never fall-that is, his deep love for this land.

My family lives on the ninth floor. Every time I go home with my mother and get out of the elevator, I will press the button on the first floor. I'm curious to ask why. My mother said: I always take the elevator home at this time. No matter who I am, I will be anxious to go home, so I won't let people wait on the first floor. My mother's words let me know that I should always pay attention to others in my life, which will warm more people.

I remembered the sentence at the beginning of A Tale of Two Cities. This is the most prosperous era, this is the most depressed era. We will always wander, struggle and walk alone in the cracks of the times, and we can't find a foothold on earth or in heaven. But I think that no matter what era we live in, we should face the world and live with forgiveness and love.

I think of such a group of people. Most of their generation were born in the sunset of the late Qing Dynasty and the early morning of the new century. The ancient civilization ushered in the pain of rebirth. They have more anxiety, confusion and hope than any generation. They lead the people and paint the future through their own pens or in various meaningful ways.

This is the Weibo era. On the Weibo, we can really concentrate on seeing and feel the casual love with our heart. Children are the future of the motherland, but the fate of different children is different. In order to help begging children, there was a photo activity to help begging children in Weibo. We don't want to deliberately. We just need to photograph the children begging on the road and upload them to Weibo immediately, so that more people can know and help parents who are looking for children or hope that parents with missing children at home can use this information to find their abducted children. In order to enable poor children in rural areas to study, a public welfare activity of sending books to the countryside appeared in Weibo. We just need to donate our idle books so that poor children in rural areas can absorb more and better knowledge and nutrition. ...

I don't know how many people yearn for an article "Happy Travel", saying that "a water hammer travels three thousand miles, and a soaring person is nine Wan Li". How handsome and heroic! For a time, countless admirers, immortal, escapist and laissez-faire works proliferated, but a wise man stuck to himself and was very clearly unmoved. Under the prevailing atmosphere of metaphysics, Wang Xizhi insisted on his own style of writing, opposed the ideological trend of "abstinence, especially being good at metaphysics", and wrote a sincere, simple, natural and beautiful prose "Preface to Lanting Collection", which became a treasure in the treasure house of China classical literature!

A pair of hard-working hands will pop up the joys and sorrows of ordinary life for you, and an urban symphony will make your full soul linger. You are a construction worker under the scorching sun. I have seen you laying bricks and tiles. Your sweat soaked the grand blueprint of the city, and a heart seemed to fly to the sky. Maybe the work at the bottom makes you humble and let you escape, maybe your mind is bigger and wider, maybe it's our harshness and meanness, but the construction of the city needs you and the world needs you.

This is a cliche, but in real life, people often choose not to do it because they can't get benefits, but hold the mentality of "being tired and tired, let others do it". As we all know, fishermen who go out to sea fail to make up for their mistakes, and banana peels that are not picked up in time on the sidewalk may have serious consequences. If the painter screwed a screw when drawing a boat, and if passers-by picked up the banana peel conveniently, then all serious consequences would not happen. However, the most unbearable thing in life is the word "if".

According to our division of labor, I clean the left side of the blackboard and Zhang Yunpeng cleans the right side. I went back to my seat and moved the chair over. I stepped on the chair and wiped it from above, then I came down and wiped it from below. I wiped it from top to bottom, and the words on the blackboard were gone, but there seemed to be a layer of white dust, which was ugly.

I shook my skateboard, accidentally lost my center of gravity and sat on the ground. "Oh, my ass is broken into 18 petals!" I kept moaning. My mother came to see that I was not hurt. Distressed, he said, "You should pay attention to skateboarding again!"

I am very happy and a little carried away. Seeing that others were showing perfect driving skills, I followed suit, took my ass off the saddle and rode into the air. It's like riding in a car. I feel like flying. Of course, this feeling has paid off. Ten seconds later, I was on the ground and really cried. I don't know how I got into trouble!

I bought a skateboard, but I can't skate yet. At first, I practiced how to skate. I hold the wall, skateboard with my feet and swing in place. My classmates saw my funny appearance and ran to help me. After the "painstaking" guidance of my classmates, I finally know how to skate: I put my left foot flat in front of the skateboard, put it steady, put my right foot gently behind the skateboard, and then immediately began to shake back and forth, with my left foot controlling the direction and my right foot controlling the speed. I leaned forward and the skateboard began to falter. I shook it carefully, shook it. When I got on the skateboard, I was afraid to get off it. I'm afraid I won't sit on it again. I'm afraid I'll fall off the skateboard and hurt myself. At this time, what I was worried about finally appeared.

My nervous heart suddenly relaxed. Things have been successfully completed, but I have some doubts. I think I was a little slow to withdraw money just now, but I didn't make any mistakes. At this time, I understand a truth: trying to do more things will make me more confident.

I pushed my bike to the square and rode it. I sat in the car seat and held the handlebar tightly with both hands. It's so warm that I can't help hugging it tightly. As soon as I put my foot on the pedal, the car started to move. I turned around and looked back, and my grandfather was pushing behind me! At this moment, my hand holding the handle couldn't help shaking, my body didn't listen, and I almost lost my way. For a while, my left hand leaned hard against my left hand and my right hand leaned hard against my right hand, and I felt very nervous. I swayed from side to side, with a flustered face, and one was not careful, "Mao!" Fell to the ground. My wrist was gently dropped and I cried out in pain.

This time, I found the feeling. As soon as the car leans, I will land on my feet first. Wait for the mood to settle down, and then ride a bike to practice. After half an hour, I don't need grandpa's help in the back. My persistent spirit finally touched God, and finally I was able to ride a section of the road smoothly. It really pays off!

At this moment, Miss Qin appeared. She calmly took off her beautiful high heels and stomped on the cockroach. The cockroach suddenly died. At this point, the whole class was boiling, and everyone was amazed at Mr. Qin's extraordinary skill.

What shall we do? Looking at my mother's helplessness, I thought: I am 1 1 years old. It should be said that I have grown up and can help my mother do something. So, I implored, "Mom, can I help you get the money?" My mother looked at me and asked, "Is that okay?" "No problem!" I blurted it out. My mother gave me the passbook uneasily, told me the password and the method of withdrawing money, and repeatedly told me, "Be careful, be careful."

I want to find a small stool to sit there and wash my mother's feet, but when the stool got wet in the bathroom, I squatted in front of my mother to wash her feet. I rubbed my mother's feet first. I sewed my mother's heels and toes several times. My mother said happily, "You tickled me!" "After wiping, I washed my mother's feet in the basin for a while, then lifted my mother's feet and wiped them with a towel. Mom just sat there laughing and said nothing. I think she must be very happy.