Dependence: generally refers to something attached to something else. In this paper, it means that the ring finger and the little finger can only be attached to other fingers when they encounter work.
Pampered: refers to living in an affluent environment. In this paper, the middle finger is described as an affluent environment under the care of many fingers.
(1) Take a pen and rely on it to push the pen; When encountering dangerous things, it is up to him to test or take risks; He is exposed to filth, poison and fierce things the most; Knife wounds, burns, bruises and bites are most easily absorbed by him.
This sentence is a description of the index finger, using the sentence pattern of parallelism, writing out the function of the index finger and his personality characteristics of diligence, courage to explore and fear of sacrifice.
He will never be impacted by foreign objects, so he has beautiful curves and is spoiled everywhere.
The unique position of the middle finger is protected by the ring finger and the index finger, so it has a "curvy" posture and a "pampered" character. Here, anthropomorphic techniques are used to outline the gesture and arrogant characteristics of middle finger beauty in a few strokes.
Don't dancers' fingers often look like orchids? These two fingers are the most beautiful petals of this orchid.
The author emphasizes that dancers' fingers are often in the shape of orchids and graceful, while the ring finger and little finger are the most beautiful.
(4) All fingers, like all people, if five fingers can unite into a fist, then the root is useful and powerful, and there is no longer a distinction between strength, beauty and ugliness. This sentence compares all fingers with all people and clarifies the life truth that "unity is strength", which is the main theme of the article. It can guide students to understand the truth contained in this sentence in combination with real life.
2. Good words, sentences and paragraphs about hands ... I can't speak upstairs.
Bare hands, rattan wine, spring willow in the city. The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin. A cup of sorrow, I haven't seen you for years. No, no, no.
Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books. Momomo.
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Hands are scarlet, pink, bright and clean, ruddy and dark purple.
White, delicate, delicate, smooth, smooth and slender.
Slender, slender, slender, dexterous, flexible, plump and generous.
Fat, rough, rough, cracked, thick, solid and clumsy.
Chubby eyes, dark eyes, greasy eyes, dirty eyes, cold ice, sweaty hands and calluses.
Skinny bones, muscular, strong, firm, smooth, fair-skinned, as ice as jade.
Delicate, plump, white, tender, white, clean, rich, white, clean, delicate, tender and delicate.
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Xiao gan's fingers are long, thin and round, so smooth and soft!
Her hands are either rough and hard because of endless housework, or red and swollen because of washing clothes, as rough as cracked snakeskin.
The little girl's fingers are thin and long, like new bamboo shoots after rain.
Her 10 fingers were covered with blood bubbles, purple-black, plump, like ripe wild grapes.
Every finger of the old man's hand can't stretch straight, and there are cocoons inside and outside. The whole thing really looks like a small rake made of branches.
Her fingers are so fat that they form a circle at the joint of each small bone, just like a string of short sausages.
His short arms are as thick as a tree trunk.
I see her arms are red, fat and strong.
Her small arms are yellow and thin, without any blood, and there are brown patches of different sizes on them.
His hand is like an iron rake, and nothing can pierce it!
His hands are as big as a small cattail leaf fan, and each finger is too thick to bend. His skin is wrinkled and a bit like bark.
He is full of calluses and rough hands, holding a bowl of yellow rice wine and trembling slightly.
After years of hard work, these hands are as rough as old pine bark, the back of their hands is cracked, and thick cocoons are ground out of their palms.
Big sister put on new summer clothes, revealing two round and smooth arms, showing youth and bodybuilding.
Her arms are horribly thin, unlike healthy children's ruddy and elastic arms, and her skin is bluish white, almost bloodless, and even uglier than her face.
I was about to stand up when Huang Lingyun caught me. I also want to say that Huang Lingyun stopped me with a pair of arms. I see her arms are red, chubby and strong.
Her hands are big, her joints are prominent, her color is dark, and her palms are covered with cocoons, which looks like an iron rake covered with rust spots.
Sister's two small white arms are fleshy like lotus roots in autumn.
The weaver's dexterous hand flips between spindles, just like Chun Yan flying in the clouds.
Mother's hands are as warm as spring, as warm as summer, as rich as autumn and as pure as winter.
My mother's hands are strong, strong and warm. It supports me and encourages me.
Look at grandpa's hand: the back of his hand is dark brown, like a stone; Fingers, thick and powerful, like round steel; Palm, calluses as thick as nickels.
These hands are simply crooked grape branches, like scarred old roots. You see, the veins on the back of the hand are bursting, the joints are thick, and the lines on the palm are like knives.
Dad is carrying water in the river to water the ground, and the muscles in his arms are tense.
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Everyone has a pair of hands. I have seen all kinds of hands, big and small; Beauty and ugliness; Soft and white, old and brown; Exquisite and rough ... and my favorite is these hands-my bedridden grandmother's hands. These are skinny, thick, hard and wrinkled hands. It can be said that it is ugly, but it is these hands, every cell and every blood vessel that embodies my grandmother's hard work for our two generations. I like it!
I am small and have small hands. My little hands are white and fat, just like steamed bread just out of the pot. My fingers are short and my stomach is round, which looks good. But grandma often says I'm clumsy. I asked my grandmother why. Grandma said, "Your fingers are purse fingers. As the saying goes, the fingertips are smart, the fingers are round and smart, and the pockets are stupid until they are old. " I don't trust my grandmother at all. I want to show her something, so I learned everything.
3. Good words, sentences and paragraphs about hands ... I was speechless and choked up to pick up the hand of Red Jesus upstairs, the wine of rattan, and the willow on the palace wall in spring.
The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin. A cup of sorrow, I haven't seen you for years.
No, no, no. Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad.
Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books. Momomo.
Good characters are crimson pink, bright and ruddy, deep purple, white, tender, white, delicate, slippery, slender, slender, flexible, plump, broad, obese, rough, chapped, stout, clumsy, chubby, black, oily, dirty, cold, sweaty, full of calluses and bones. Bai Bing muscle jade skin is delicate and plump, white and tender, white and tender, tender and tender, fine and fine, fine and fine, fine and fine. Xiao gan's fingers don't know how to grow up, thin and round, smooth and soft! Her hands are either rough and hard because of endless housework, or red and swollen because of washing clothes, as rough as cracked snakeskin. The little girl's fingers are thin and long, like new bamboo shoots after rain.
Her 10 fingers were covered with blood bubbles, purple-black, plump, like ripe wild grapes. Every finger of the old man's hand can't stretch straight, and there are cocoons inside and outside. The whole thing really looks like a small rake made of branches.
Her fingers are so fat that they form a circle at the joint of each small bone, just like a string of short sausages. His short arms are as thick as a tree trunk.
I see her arms are red, fat and strong. Her small arms are yellow and thin, without any blood, and there are brown patches of different sizes on them.
His hand is like an iron rake, and nothing can pierce it! His hands are as big as a small cattail leaf fan, and each finger is too thick to bend. His skin is wrinkled and a bit like bark. He is full of calluses and rough hands, holding a bowl of yellow rice wine and trembling slightly.
After years of hard work, these hands are as rough as old pine bark, the back of their hands is cracked, and thick cocoons are ground out of their palms. Big sister put on new summer clothes, revealing two round and smooth arms, showing youth and bodybuilding.
Her arms are horribly thin, unlike healthy children's ruddy and elastic arms, and her skin is bluish white, almost bloodless, and even uglier than her face. I was about to stand up when Huang Lingyun caught me. I also want to say that Huang Lingyun stopped me with a pair of arms. I see her arms are red, chubby and strong.
Her hands are big, her joints are prominent, her color is dark, and her palms are covered with cocoons, which looks like an iron rake covered with rust spots. Sister's two small white arms are fleshy like lotus roots in autumn.
The weaver's dexterous hand flips between spindles, just like Chun Yan flying in the clouds. Mother's hands are as warm as spring, as warm as summer, as rich as autumn and as pure as winter.
My mother's hands are strong, strong and warm. It supports me and encourages me. Look at grandpa's hand: the back of his hand is dark brown, like a stone; Fingers, thick and powerful, like round steel; Palm, calluses as thick as nickels.
These hands are simply crooked grape branches, like scarred old roots. You see, the veins on the back of the hand are bursting, the joints are thick, and the lines on the palm are like knives. Dad is carrying water in the river to water the ground, and the muscles in his arms are tense.
Many people have a pair of hands. I've seen all kinds of hands, big and small. Beauty and ugliness; Soft and white, old and brown; Exquisite and rough ... and my favorite is these hands-my bedridden grandmother's hands. These are skinny, thick, hard and wrinkled hands. It can be said that it is ugly, but it is these hands, every cell and every blood vessel that embodies my grandmother's hard work for our two generations. I like it! I am small and have small hands.
My little hands are white and fat, just like steamed bread just out of the pot. My fingers are short and my stomach is round, which looks good. But grandma often says I'm clumsy.
I asked my grandmother why. Grandma said, "Your fingers are purse fingers. As the saying goes, the fingertips are smart, the fingers are round and smart, and the pockets are stupid until they are old. "
I don't trust my grandmother at all. I want to show her something, so I learned everything.
4. Pick up a good sentence and a good paragraph in the morning and evening. Comment on Picking a Flower in the Evening
Lu Xun is an outstanding thinker of the Chinese nation. Many of his works are not only the portrayal of his unique life course, but also the reflection of the psychological course experienced by the whole nation. Reading "Flowers in the Morning" let me enter the window of Lu Xun's own memory and look at the writer's childhood memory and youth process from the author's own ideological height.
Childhood is certainly beautiful. From the author's poetic description of the Herbal Garden, it seems that I am happy to return to that innocent, full of green and vibrant yard with his mood and experience a carefree life of a child getting along with nature.
Even at school, an old-fashioned teacher who reads some difficult sentences can't suppress the romance and innocence of children looking for cicadas.
The author's childhood fun also includes the desire and satisfaction of painting and watching plays.
I envy the author for having such a colorful childhood, which we children who grew up in the city can't feel. Everything in the text is so fresh and vivid to me.
Not only that, after reading this book, I realized the value of friendship and the fatuity of the Qing government at that time, and the people's hatred of the government really benefited me a lot.
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Reflections on the morning flowers and the evening flowers
There is also a garden after the three pools reflect the moon. Although it is small, you can climb the flower bed to fold the wintersweet, and look for cicadas on the ground or on the osmanthus tree. The best job is to catch flies and feed them to ants. There was no sound in silence. However, the students went to the garden for too long and too much, but it didn't work. Mr. Wang shouted in the study:' Where did everyone go? ! '……"
After reading Mr. Lu Xun's "A Hundred Flowers in the Morning, From a Hundred Herbs Garden to a Three Ponds Reflecting the Moon", I enjoyed the innocent feelings revealed from time to time between the lines and couldn't help but see the fascinating natural picture scroll.
"Oil flies sing here and crickets play the piano here. Turning over broken bricks, sometimes I meet centipedes; And Mylabris, if you hold its spine with your fingers, it will clap your hands and spit out a puff of smoke from behind your eyes ... "
I read Lu Xun's essays full of childhood memories, just as I read Lu Xun's childlike interest in loving nature and yearning for freedom. Suddenly, I seemed to see Lu Xun when I was a child. While adults were not looking, I got into the Herb Garden. He was accompanied by insects, picking wild flowers and fruits, and then catching birds with his playmates, but because of his impatience, he never caught much. He often listens to stories told by his nanny's mother, so he is afraid of the red snake in the herb garden. In "Three Tans on the Moon", despite the strict instruction of teacher You Shou, he still can't stand the childishness in the students' hearts. When he was absorbed in reading, he didn't find that his students were doing all kinds of things, some were covering their nails with paper nails with high-quality scripts, while Lu Xun was absorbed in painting. ...
All my feelings are so childish and unforgettable, which may have aroused my inner feelings. I really don't know why I like one of the articles in Morning Flowers and Evening Picks, especially when the author looks at the world from a child's perspective, which makes people feel kind and full of passion.
Mr. Lu Xun showed his passion for nature and yearning for freedom in his articles. He wants to play freely and get in touch with nature. He doesn't want to be controlled by his parents and slaves all day. This is exactly what children have. Once upon a time, I left my childhood and entered a teenager. I am scratching my life every day in this busy study. But I thought I was still a naive child. Sometimes I have sweet childhood dreams. When I recall those childhood trifles, they are still vivid in my mind, and I can't help laughing. My home used to be in the suburbs, and there was a large field nearby. When I was a child, I always went there to enjoy the sunshine in spring, the breeze in autumn, and the rape flowers I always picked. I am immersed in the embrace of nature. When I was a child, I went to my neighbor's house every day after dinner without wiping my mouth. Go to eat tofu with friends and play in the fields together. From time to time, I fell into the mud pit and became a "little clay figurine". I picked all kinds of flowers, but I was afraid that my master would find them, so I hid them in a tree hole. After a while, the flowers will fade, but I am still intoxicated in the unrestrained free space. Now, I made it in the field. Therefore, I can't feel the kindness of nature and lack a lot of freedom, but I still indulge in unrestrained free space. Now because of the building built in the wild, my friends and I are working hard for our future, so I can't feel the kindness of nature and lack a lot of freedom, but I still love nature and yearn for freedom, no matter whether it can be realized now. This may be the similarity between me and young Lu Xun. After reading the article, I have been very moved. My childhood has drifted away, leaving only a few scattered memories. It is better to read "Flowers in the Morning" carefully, experience the childhood dreams of that different era, and love nature and yearn for freedom with Lu Xun.
5. Good sentences to describe hands. There are excited tears in the old wrinkles on the face;
Rough big hands, holding festive cups.
Throughout the ages, all the halls have been talking loudly, and they are all talking about living far apart.
These big hands are engraved with historical milestones.
Whether it's the knob of the industrial revolution or the wall of the Paris commune,
Or the Yuanmingyuan in 10, or the Tiananmen Gate in Beijing.
Which one left our workers' hands?
Oil from Daqing Dagang flows in welded pipes, and cars on Cheng Kun Road walk on our paved tracks.
It's a pity that I can't make it to the Three Gorges Project.
In the old society, brothers shed tears. Today, old brothers clink glasses.
How many times to drink at celebrations, how many years to swing a hammer in the workshop,
Who did the old brothers take?
Our workers' hands crushed the diamond powder;
Our workers can't even drink the Pacific Ocean!
Who said that socialism is poor and swish? Tell him to look at our workers' hands;
Who says peaceful evolution can succeed? Tell him to taste the iron fist of our workers.
Hands are warm, palms are hot, covering decadent hearts one by one;
Hard fists, hard fists, smashing poor hats one after another.
What is clenched is the hand of unity, and what is raised is the fist of steel.
Let's workers wave a big cattail fan, and the three rivers and the four seas turn the waves.
Our workers raised their fists and all nine stars were shaking.
The spring breeze of reform and opening up blows directly into the hearts of our workers.
With the tide of economic construction, I can't let go of these retired hands.
Our workers' hands,
Hold up the fiery red sun, hold up the brilliant morning glow,
Take off the bright stars and come to the four modernizations of enriching the country and strengthening the people!
6. Good sentences and appreciation of good sentences
1. Now, when I see this light again, I have a kind feeling.
2, fog, always like yarn, like smoke, like clouds.
3. Fog brings people too much reverie and confusion.
4. In May, it was drizzling.
5. The sky is still blue; Clouds or white clouds
6. Taolin, a lush forest in a dream, a magical forest of eternal myths.
7. All hallucinations are invisible in the sun.
8. Next to the trees is a layer of water mist, which adds a bit of fairyland feeling to the village.
9. In the Woods, there is naturally a layer of water mist.
10, people who lose themselves, how terrible!
1 1. How terrible it is to lose the real world!
12. Mountains, trees, villages and roads are all covered with white.
13, the mirage landscape in the South China Sea is presented in a mythical way in her hands.
14, raindrops fell on the path in the forest.
15, some water drops flow along the trunk to the roots.
16, a fog rolled in front.
17, the thin spring rain makes the world peaceful and quiet.
18, flowers in fog, moon in water, world, blurred.
7. Good sentences describing the details of the characters. My grandmother is seventy years old. A short hair is covered with frost, a pair of big eyes are deep in their eyes, almost all the teeth in their mouths have fallen off, and a pair of rough and thin hands are covered with earthworm-like blood vessels, which are blue and purple. The weather-beaten face is criss-crossed with wrinkles, bearing in mind the hardships of the past 70 years. But she was still in high spirits and flushed.
The student rubbed his middle finger and looked at Mr. Chen's hand, only to find that those two hands were really different from ordinary people's hands. The palm is square, the fingers are thick and short, each finger is not straight, and the inside and outside are covered with cocoon skin. The round fingertips are like nails on half a cocoon, and the whole looks like a small rake made of branches.
Mother can't dress up or dance, but she has a pair of skillful hands. Mom * * has slender and flexible hands, and white and soft fingers are more conspicuous. Mother knitted a sweater, and her fingers moved like a shuttle, which was dazzling. Soon, she knitted a big piece.
I have a pair of ordinary hands. The palm of your hand is a little round and soft, and it is interlaced with several winding hand lines. Fingers are long and short, thick and thin, and when they are straight, they bend slightly, like a bow that cannot be pulled open. The middle of the white finger is protruding, the fingertips are pointed, and a pink nail is deeply embedded.
My mother is an ophthalmologist. Like all mothers, she has ordinary hands. These hands have never done anything earth-shattering or created any great miracle, but they are busy all day, and people have not stopped working when they are asleep.
Everyone has a pair of hands. Workers have strong hands, actors have soft hands-my grandmother has a pair of calloused hands and can't be idle. How many days and nights, her restless hands have brought happiness and joy to our family, keeping our family clean and tidy all the time. How many times have these hands made us feel their warmth!
8. Good sentences, good paragraphs, appreciation 1 When Mr. Wang is absorbed in reading, it suits us very well. Some of them put paper armor on their nails for a play. I am a painter. I use a kind of paper called "Jingchuan Paper" to describe the Xiu Xiang of the novel one by one, just like the shadow writing when I study Chinese characters. The more books you read, the more you draw; I have never read a book, but I have gained a lot in painting. The most fragmentary are The Journey to the West's Dangkou Zhi and Xiu Xiang, both of which are very big. Later, because I needed money, I sold it to a rich classmate. His father runs a tin foil shop; It is said that I have become a shopkeeper now and will soon rise to the status of a gentleman. This thing is long gone.
Brief analysis: despite the strict instruction of Mr. Shou, the three pools are printing the moon, but they still can't stand the childishness in students' hearts. When he was absorbed in reading, he didn't find that his students were doing all kinds of things. Some of them were putting paper nails on their nails to put on a good show, while Lu Xun was absorbed in painting ... All the feelings were so naive and unforgettable, which may have caused an echo in my heart. I really don't understand myself.
Needless to say, green vegetable fields, smooth stone wells, tall acacia trees and purple mulberry trees; Needless to say, cicadas are singing in the leaves, fat wasps are squatting on cauliflower, and the swift call to the son of heaven (lark) suddenly rushes to the sky from the grass. Just around the short mud wall, it has unlimited interest. Oil flies sing here and crickets play the piano here. Turning over broken bricks, sometimes I meet centipedes; There is also Mylabris. If you press your finger on its spine, it will clap its hands and spray a puff of smoke from behind. The vines of Polygonum multiflorum Thunb and Manglietia are intertwined. Manglietia has the fruit of Alternanthera philoxeroides, and Polygonum multiflorum has swollen roots. Some people say that the roots of Polygonum multiflorum Thunb are human-shaped, and they can become immortals after eating them. So I often pull them up, and I have been pulling them up constantly, and I have broken the mud wall, but I have never seen one of them like a person. If you are not afraid of thorns, you can also pick raspberries, like small coral beads, which are sour and sweet, and the color and taste are far better than mulberry.
Analysis: The articles recited in the first grade were boring at that time, but now I feel very enjoyable to read. First of all, the two "needless to say" arouse readers' interest, while "Zi Shan" is more attractive. Two "don't have to" is full of fun, so "short mud walls around" is even more fun! There are also "oil flies" and "crickets" behind, which are also full of childhood fun.
3 hidden springs in the sand garden
The vast desert and surging water are not surprising in the world. Only such a bay in the desert, such a quiet place in the sand, such a desolate scene and such a fall behind a high slope can win the rhythm of heaven and earth, and the ingenuity of nature is intoxicating. Thus, life, the world and history are the same. Calm the floating noise, calm the fanaticism, dull the high dance, and light the surge. Only in this way can life be wise, the world exquisite and history fascinating.
Appreciate:
Life is not always sunny, not always full of spring, not always full of birds and flowers, not always poetic, sometimes stormy, sometimes cloudy, and sometimes something unexpected is coming, which is unbearable. Life is sometimes more like an endless desert, and some seem to be flat. As soon as you step on it, your feet will be loose with a little force, and they will sink with a heavy force.
All we have to do is recognize the true meaning of life, and then climb, climb and climb forever. !