A bright moon rises from the east as if it were a golden plate.
The spring is tinkling and the birds are twittering, as if it were a wonderful symphony.
The beautiful scenery in front of me makes me feel like I am in a fairyland.
My mother's earnest concern is like a dense hot spring, which makes me immerse myself in it.
I hope I can help you! ^_^
The figurative sentence is like watching her frolicking on the lawn with beautiful sentences, as if she were as beautiful as a butterfly.
Make 1 beautiful sentences with simile and anthropomorphic sentences. Metaphor: In this crystal, there are red roofs and yellow grass hills, just like colored small trees on the carpet.
Personification: Everything looks like you just woke up and opened your eyes with joy. The mountains moistened, the water rose and the sun blushed.
Use it like a beautiful sentence. Cherry blossoms flying all over the sky, like white snow elves jumping happily in the air.
Make a non-figurative sentence with "like" 1 I'm curious. Sometimes I seem to have tasted love, and sometimes love is sweet.
Mr. Xu Beihong's horse is really charming. A good horse seems to be running.
They look alike, and you can tell they are twin sisters at a glance.
This travel book is very vivid, and it seems to be immersive after reading it.
Whenever I hear the national anthem playing, I can't help but have a boiling passion, as if I were brought to the era of War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression.
6. Her eyes sparkled and she was very happy, as if she were a young woman.
7. He was so happy that he seemed to see Xianglong singing.
He told the story of the shipwreck vividly as if he had experienced it himself.
Hearing the terrible news, people were shocked, as if the blood in their bodies had frozen.
10. But in America, everyone seems to turn a deaf ear.
1 1.？ Deafening cheers echoed in the humble home, like a spring thunder.
12. Recalling the graduation scene, many precious moments are vivid.
13. The area around Starr, Cherveill makes people feel as if they are in a barren land.
14. For a moment, he was in high spirits, as if he had retired.
15. He walked up to her and looked at her vaguely, as if he had met her in a dream.
16. Your tone tells me that it seems my duty to help you solve the problem.
Faced with his teacher's not a figurative sentence, he walked straight past as if he didn't know him.
Use if to make sentences instead of figurative sentences. Today we learned the usage of the word "as if".
Beautiful metaphor (5) Time is like a wheel, running over the past and heading for the future. I don't know how much joy and sadness there are under the wheel.
Time is like the fine sand in your hand, slipping away from your fingers unconsciously. It seems that only the feeling of sand kissing your palm is not far away.
He stood hunched in the wind, like an old tree leaning in a typhoon, looking at the sunny day with all his last strength.
Tears drop into the river and condense into beautiful pearls. The past seeps into my heart a little, and sadness can't stop it.
Sorrow flooded over my head. I didn't escape or resist, but let it pour down from my long black waterfall, which is a kind of flowing sadness.
((absolutely original, hope to adopt,
If you want that pure metaphor, Baidu has it.
1. The river is crystal clear, like a transparent blue silk, lying quietly in the embrace of the earth.
2. On the hillside, roadside, village entrance, hazel leaves are all red, as red as a fire, which sets people's hearts on fire.
3. Standing on the edge of the West Lake, where the willows are blowing gently, you can see that the north, south and west sides of the lake are layered and undulating mountains, one green, one thick and one light, which really looks like a beautiful landscape painting.
The calm lake is like a huge silver mirror.
Bai Causeway in the east of the lonely mountain and Su Causeway in the southwest are like two green ribbons, gently floating on the clear water.
6. The clear lake shakes the reflection of green island and white clouds, just like a fairyland.
7. The lights on the shore are reflected in the lake, just like countless silver snakes swimming.
8. The sky there is always so blue and bright, like a sapphire washed by clear water.
9. The shining lights of the harbor are like colorful fireworks to the world.
10. A string of bright lights on the road is like a long river of flashing lights.
1 1. Golden sunflowers, green poplars, purple morning glory, and countless flowers and tender grass all look more energetic like beautiful girls wearing beautiful jewels.
12. The flowers are getting denser and denser, and soon they are covered with branches. Take a closer look, it seems to be a lively trumpet, which is blowing with all its strength.
13. Stone is a book. You see, this stone layer by layer, isn't it like a thick book?
14. There are several small dewdrops shining like diamonds on the lotus leaf.
15. The West Lake is a pearl embedded in this paradise.
16. In Tibetan, Lhasa means holy land, so this blue sky is the curtain of holy land.
17. At night, the whole of Hong Kong becomes an ocean of lights.
18. Hong Kong is really a bright "Pearl of the East".
19. The book is a lighthouse standing in the ocean of time in Wang Yang.
20. The girl's face suddenly burst into a smile, blushing like a drunken peony.
Light red tomatoes are hung on herringbone scaffolding one by one, like lanterns.
This cauliflower is white in color and looks like a baby face.
Cauliflower all raised their pale yellow faces and smiled at the red sun.
The new young forest is like a velvet flower on a baby's head.
When many plants are scorched by the scorching sun, only sorghum stubbornly sticks to its waist, and a red wheat grain will be propped up after autumn.
In the field, the ears of wheat are deeply bent, as if to welcome the host of the visitor politely.
The grains of millet are big and full, shining like amber.
The ears of wheat in the field look like dog tails, golden and yellow. They love it!
It rained several times, and the corn seedlings grew up like blowing air. Before long, the annual green gauze tent appeared again.
There is wet night dew on the sword-like corn leaves. When the wind shook, dew rolled down the thick straw.
Seen from a distance, the melon garden is green. Watermelon is big and round, wearing a green striped coat, lying quietly in the Gua Tian.
Yantai pear, with big yellow skin, looks like a gourd with a big belly. Take a bite, and the sweet pear water will flow on your tongue and seep into your throat, just like eating honey.
That pear is sweet and fragrant. It's crisp to take a bite, and sweet water runs down your chin.
Don't eat this grape, it will be comfortable for a long time at a glance. Eat a pile and it will be sweet for a few days!
Thousands of persimmon trees stir up red lanterns, swaying in the autumn wind and flashing in the blue sky.
The red apples in Huang Cancan have bent the branches, just like many fat dolls grinning at people.
In the vegetable garden, leeks germinate, spinach makes signal with the lips, cucumber seedlings divide leaves, bean seedlings break ground, and seedbeds are full of vitality.
In vegetable fields, green water flows, and vegetables, cabbage, leeks and spinach are all washed by dew.
The peach forest in the rain is as quiet as a fairyland, without dust and noise.
The virgin forest is like a rough and aggressive Shan Ye man.
The forest gives us feminine tenderness like a mother. We develop and grow together with the green buds in early spring, and are bred together with the smell of rosin in the maple leaves in autumn.
The skin of Yali pear is very thin, and sometimes it breaks when touched. Big, big enough to surprise you; Juicy, a bite is like drinking a bowl of sweet water washed out by sweet spring water.
On the Mid-Autumn Festival, peaches are ripe, with red mouths and small fluff. They look so beautiful and lovely. Like a shy girl, with her head down and blushing.
The peach tree with a thick bowl mouth is flourishing, and the small peaches are like abacus beads.
Pomegranate looks like a small spherical vase with a yellowish brown skin. After peeling, the crystal clear fruits are arranged neatly, layer after layer.
The pineapple, which grows in the heart of the sword leaf, pokes its head out of the green leaves in the yard curiously, looking around and spying on the passing passengers.
This kind of red, tender and full litchi has full flesh, crystal clear and as white as zongzi.
Litchi trees are dense, like countless stars in the night sky.
A string of grapes is long and green, crystal clear, really like carved with crystal and jade.
He picked a bunch of grapes like amethyst balls, and the sweet juice almost overflowed.
Metaphor is everywhere.
Use "as if" as a metaphor. Cherry blossoms flying all over the sky, like white snow elves jumping happily in the air.
A rainbow is like a colorful bridge.
Spring is like a little girl.
The waves are like a naughty child, jumping around on the beach.
The blue sky is like an endless sea.
Teachers are like silkworms and candles.
A teacher is like a lamp, which illuminates the way forward for us.
Wicker is like a little girl's long hair.
The beautiful grassland seems to be a green ocean.
Those gentle words, like my mother's hands, soothe the scars in my heart.
The calm lake looks like a huge silver mirror.
In autumn, the leaves seem to be a dancing spirit, jumping down from the tree.
This book seems to be a wise scholar who has answered all kinds of difficult questions for us.
The big apple on the tree looks like a fat red-faced doll.
There are cliffs, steep walls, fountains and grasslands, but what is even weirder is the sparkling ice lake. The bottom of the lake is blue, and the reflection of distant mountains floats on the lake. In the evening, when the sunset glow disappears, you set up a tent on the grass by the lake, raise a pile of yellow fire, watch the stars in the ice lake in Ming Che, and watch the snow-capped mountains dyed red by yellow fire, and forget the heat of summer, as if you were in a mythical world.
The wind in winter is sharper than before; The sun is often obscured by foggy headnets. It glows faintly, and the flow of gray clouds is dull and heavy. The cold is wrapped in the atmosphere. The wild vegetation trembled in horror, unable to drag its wings, and constantly shook off the withered and incomplete Ye Er, with more and more * * * every day. The mountains in the distance are like the embers of a big fire. They burn here and rot there. Everything changed color and became haggard and sad. At night, the bright moon is in the sky, cold light penetrates into the bone marrow, and the cheeks are like ice. The scenery under the moon is frozen and cannot be transferred. The freezing clouds in Leng Yue are so cold! As heavy as iron, everything in the sky and on the ground is cold except my own bones and flesh. How I wish I were in the same situation. Flowers withered, Ye Er withered, gray clouds covered the sky, and the forest was very sad. Then it snowed, and the white winter blanket covered the earth. The breath of winter quietly came to the world, and he blew the whole world into powder. He blew the snow like goose feather, he blew people's love for winter, and the happy atmosphere filled people's hearts. After completing its mission quietly in winter, it condenses in the aorta of Mother Nature, and when it returns in spring, it nourishes new life, gives the world a brighter spring, and makes our motherland more beautiful and exotic.