Dynasty history-classics: refers to books that were regarded as classics in the old days; Student: It refers to history books. Read the history of scripture all day. Describe diligent study.
Pass it on-pass it on: pass it on; Recite: Recite. Spread to future generations and be read for a long time.
Number of lines-Number of lines: read line by line; Ink search: read word for word. Refers to reading sentences without understanding the meaning. It also means working hard on words.
Family recites to family.
From one family to another-every family learns to read.
Lang Lang is catchy-Lang Lang: The sound of jade colliding with each other is a great metaphor for reading. Refers to reading skillfully and fluently. It also means that the language is easy to understand and recite.
Fluency-refers to the loud and smooth voice when reading poetry.
History: refers to history books; Classics: refers to books that were regarded as classics in the old days. Read the history of scripture all day. Describe diligent study.
Watch five cars a day-read a lot of books a day. Five cars, many books.
Count the ink and find the line-count the ink: read it word for word; Line-by-line search: read line by line. Refers to reading sentences without understanding the meaning. It also means working hard on words.
Searching for lines and counting ink-searching for lines: reading line by line; Counting ink: read word for word. Refers to reading sentences without understanding the meaning. It also means working hard on words.
Line by line-line by line: read line by line; Counting ink: read word for word. Refers to reading sentences without understanding the meaning. It also means working hard on words.
2. Excerpts from good words, sentences and paragraphs. I can't remember how many nights I slipped through my fingers when I was leafing through the paper; I can't remember how many candles turned to ashes under my gaze.
After death, I will always hear the echo of my commitment to life, and feel that the flow of years is gradually diluting my youth and ignorance. I wish I were a clockwound clock, keeping every moment of my enrichment in the flow day and night. 2. If human beings don't protect the earth on which we live, one day, raging sandstorms and accumulated garbage will engulf our beautiful home.
I appeal to people all over the world: let's start from now on and work together to protect and build our home! 3. The so-called "learning the sea is boundless". We are like flocks of fish jumping and frolicking in the vast ocean of knowledge, born, growing and living in the ocean of knowledge.
We can't live without this sea water. If you jump out of this ocean and live on land, you will be killed by the ruthless sun. 4. How can the delicate flowers on the ridge rival her beautiful face? A clear stream in the mountains can't be compared with her childlike heart. I pulled Miss La Chun's skirt, and Miss Chun brought me to the green world.
6. I spread the paper on the table and couldn't wait to knock the gong to call everyone to see my glorious score. 7. "Up and down for five thousand years, the dragon's fire will not go out; Standing on the threshold of the new century, our pursuit is to let the brilliant joy of the motherland fly in a beautiful tomorrow ... 8. Beauty is ordinary, so ordinary that you can't feel her existence; Beauty is dull, so dull that only warm memories are left; Beautiful and calm, so calm that only you can try your best to stir up her ripples.
9. The heart is a tree, the roots of love and hope are rooted in the soil, and the branches and leaves of wisdom and emotion bloom under the blue sky. Whether it is the wind and rain of the years or the rolling dust covering the green leaves, it always stands there waiting silently, accepting everything, being neither arrogant nor impatient, neither humble nor supercilious.
The heart is a tree, and the story is carried by the annual rings; Once I come back, I will meet the birds; Repeated collisions make it dense and flexible; Scenes of experience have created its broad mind. The heart is a tree, and a tree cannot be a forest.
So trees are independent and connected, and their hearts are different and blind. 10, life is a blank sheet of paper, and each of us is a painter of various pens; Life is also a long road, with no end in sight, and each of us is a hiker on the road of life; Life is still like a magical land, and each of us is a cultivator with farm tools; But life is more like a difficult book, and each of us is a tireless reader.
1 1. Throughout the long history, there are countless examples of failure. Almost everyone will fail in everything.
If you are afraid of failure, you can only do nothing. Only if you are not afraid of failure can you succeed in your career.
There is a difficult and tortuous process between failure and success. Someone once compared this process to a bridge. Many people at all times, at home and abroad have succeeded through this bridge.
Gou Jian, the King of Yue in the Spring and Autumn Period, was not afraid of failure and finally defeated the State of Wu. The Curies were not afraid of failure and finally discovered radium. Sun Yat-sen was even more frustrated and finally overthrew the Qing Dynasty. China * * * people are not afraid of failure, and finally won the final victory. It can be seen that failure is not terrible, and every setback is regarded as a new starting point. Wan Li will definitely reach the other side of victory from the beginning, persevere and redouble its efforts.
12, "A year's plan lies in spring". Youth is the spring of life. Don't let down the love and gifts of the old people. Take action and sow your dreams! 13, "How difficult is it to develop talents" was once defined as a law.
Please see: Qu Yuan was exiled and wrote Li Sao; Sima Qian was imprisoned and wrote historical records; Ouyang Xiu lost his father at the age of two and became a gifted scholar. Cao Xueqin ate porridge with his family and wrote the immortal Dream of Red Mansions. Gou Jian, the King of Yue, was lying on the credit book in an attempt to wash away the national humiliation. Han Xin's legs were humiliated and he commanded millions of soldiers ... who all became great men in the struggle against adversity! 14, who said that people are separated by oceans, who said that the heart has a strong embankment? Sixteen-year-old birds fly into the sky and always find branches to rest. 15, books, all kinds of books.
Books hold the ardent hopes of mankind; Books contain rich human feelings. When you mention a book, there will be endless words ... 16, once brilliant and once withered. Is this your life till death do us part? My dear mother-nature.
How many times, I fell on the ground and listened to your heavy pulse; How many times have I stood in front of the mountain and felt the vastness of Songtao for thousands of years? Your grandeur is enough to make the Chinese nation take off; Your selflessness has composed a moving and eternal song.
17, the flowers of success bloom in the branches of hard work, and the bitter fruit of failure is bred in the hotbed of laziness. 18. A father is a towering mountain for his son, and his son is just a stone, which originates from the mountain, but he doesn't know the mountain.
Many love passwords in life need to be interpreted in detail. In the fertile soil of affection, if you want to harvest the most beautiful fruits, you can only expect the instant heart-to-heart sound, love and the tacit understanding of love. 19, because of my self-confidence, I took the first step in my life with my tender legs when I was learning English. Because of self-confidence, I hold high the first prize certificate again and again; Because of my self-confidence, I cut off my flowing long hair and showed my style on the sports field ... Thanks to my self-confidence, it gave me a pair of wings to fly in the thunder and lightning and fight life in the wind and rain! Travelers compare trees to street lamps, laborers to umbrellas, poets to elves, but I want to compare trees to teachers. It is an umbrella to keep out the wind and rain, a street lamp to point out the direction, and a golden key to open the temple of knowledge.
2 1 books are like a ladder, which can lead people to the palace of culture; Books are like a key, which will help us open the window of wisdom in our hearts; Books are like a boat, which will take us to the ocean of knowledge. Time is like a stream, which can attract us to the ocean of life; Time is like a boat, which will help us sail to the other side of the ideal; Time is like a brush, it will show us the picture of life.
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3. Good words and sentences Good words and sentences about stars are described in the appreciation clips of senior high school students' English writing.
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Stars, stars, cold stars, lone stars, morning stars, stars, nebulae, stars, silver stars, twinkling meteors.
The Milky Way is dotted with bright stars, which hold the moon and are scattered with few stars.
The stars scattered and sank. When do the stars twinkle? The stars of the river alien cloud and the Hanoi nebula gradually emerged.
The Beidou hangs high and the five stars meet, and the stars arch the moon. The stars are shining, the stars are shining, the stars are shining and the stars are scattered.
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Little stars, like pearls, are embedded in the sky and shine.
Naughty little stars draw a golden arc in the blue night sky, like a weaver girl throwing a brocade thread.
On a winter night, a few naked stars are pitifully cold and shivering, and you can almost hear the sound of teeth colliding.
The little star trembled in the cold air, as if shivering with cold.
The stars are full of emotions, like naughty children, staring at the world with childish persistence, as if telling a beautiful and moving myth with bright eyes.
Just like someone holding a candle carefully, the white star appeared in the sky and flickered quietly.
In the deep blue sky, there is a bright and dazzling diamond star-the morning star.
On a beautiful starry night, there is not a cloud in the sky, and the deep blue sky is full of diamond-like stars.
Shining stars, like gems, densely cover the vast and boundless night sky. The Milky Way, from the northwest sky, crossed the sky and inclined to the southeast land.
The stars in summer are as lovely as naughty children.
There are several big and bright stars hanging in the night sky, as if people in the sky were patrolling the vast space with lanterns.
The starry sky is reflected on the rough sea, so it dances up and down with the waves, hiding from time to time.
The first morning star appeared, flashing in the dark blue sky. It is so big and bright that it is unique in the whole vast sky, where it radiates extraordinary brilliance and hangs in the sky like a bright lamp.
In the morning, the snowstorm stopped, but it is still a long time before dawn. A few remnant stars secretly opened their eyes to peep at the snow-white silvery white world.
Gradually, the remnant star closed her sleepy eyes and retired in the morning sky.
A good meteor draws bright silver lines in the night sky, just like exploring the best future in the world.
There are more stars than ever before. They are big and bright. They don't blink or blink. They are quiet and serene.
What a cool and sunny autumn night it is! The stars are brighter and bigger than ever before ... like dazzling gems in the silver-gray sky, everything on the earth has become so elegant and quiet.
4. A good word, a good sentence and a good paragraph of an American article. Sitting alone behind the curtain of the snow fog, listening to the sound of snow falling. The falling dead leaves were quickly covered with snow, disappeared like a grain of dust and sank with my memory.
It seems that every winter is spent like this, curling up in my warm cabin, lighting a curling lamp, listening to music, drinking steaming tea, reading my favorite books and watching the wind, frost, rain and snow slide past the window year after year. I would like to live in my castle like this and watch the years pass quietly, like water. I don't know if the traces of time are hung on my face and engraved in my heart. I know that one day, my eyes are no longer as clear as snowflakes. After years of heavy snow, will you still remember the woman behind the snow and the heart of the past as snow?
Looking up at the pedestrians on the road, everyone is in a hurry. The solstice of winter has not yet arrived, and the cold at this moment is not biting. I think a person walking on the road, looking at the leaves that will not fall, will make me feel a little sad, feel the warmth of home, and involuntarily speed up my steps. Reminds me of the ancient poem "Chai Men smells dogs barking, and the snow at night returns to people". Thinking of this, I can't help laughing, not at others, but at myself. Sitting in the room all day thinking, vague, many scenes have never been experienced and will never be realized, but inexplicably familiar and frightened. As if I had wings in my heart, I flew around for me through time and space. It turns out that imagination can be so real or so absurd.
I suddenly remembered an old song many years ago: put away your emotions, leave your memory blank, forget the past you once had, and never say love again ... I like these naive old songs, and all my troubles were solved in a few words. How many words can be realized in the ethereal promise of that year? I don't know and I can't prove it. All I know is that it will never bring the slightest excitement or dizziness, just like fireworks in the night sky. Beauty only belongs to her for a moment, the wind blows away, the prosperity is gone, and everything is empty.
Moonlight and snow shadow rolled into the window, sprinkled on the table by the window, sprinkled on my forehead, and nourished my soul. Fingertips danced again, pouring out her loneliness. This is just a game and a dream. Only the rules of this game are impermanent. This dream can see the other side, but can't swim. This play is wonderful. It should be staged when it should be staged, and it should end when it should be finished. This game is very helpless, from clear to fuzzy, from spring flowers to autumn dew. Like a wisp of wind, a Jing Xue, floating at will, I don't know where to go, I don't know where to go.
5. The tide is like a stormtrooper, clamoring and rushing to the beach.
The tide is several feet high and rushes in. The crazy flood season is full of chilling horror and unfathomable mystery.
The tide like a giant thunder rolled like a horde on the ground, running downstream with shouts and screams. The tide was fierce as a demon, and the churning foam lost its balance rhythm.
Crazy shooting stones, and at the same time, the golden bell is ringing, which is very rhythmic. The spring tide has risen, like the sound of pines in my hometown, like the voice of a mother calling her daughter.
Dark green sea water, rolling up a wave higher than a wave of walls rushed over, fighting really like hammering at the enemy. The tidal sound echoes the poetic rhyme of the sea, full of philosophy and enlightenment.
That artistic conception, like the strings lightly plucked by the spring breeze, is as gentle as the sunset glow. The sound of beating the beach rhythmically at high tide or low tide is like a lullaby made by a loving mother patting her baby to sleep.
Agreed. Grass yellow again. Everywhere, the green mottles disappear, and only the dry light yellow gradually fills people's sight, which is the most flexible retroversion at the end of life.
I like to watch the fallen leaves fall on the hay. The red leaves and yellow stems are very bright and beautiful. Looking at them, I will think of the bleak glory when the sun sets slowly, and I will think of the white-haired old man walking hand in hand on the stone steps, calm and safe, that kind of warmth and touch. After the first snowstorm in winter, they will disappear on the ground, return to the embrace of Mother Earth and rest in peace.
Waiting, after a long wait, the first gentle call of the spring breeze will awaken all their descendants. I like to see the beauty of grass green Jiang Nanan, and the bleak winter escapes with their little laughter. How tender is the new green stem? In the crevices, on the soil, they bravely stand tall, grow inch by inch in the cold wind and rain, dye the banks and the earth bit by bit, and weave exciting spring clothes under the blue sky and breeze.
How can you stand the lush grass? Gently touch with your hand, as delicate as a baby's skin. A little slip from the palm of your hand, and some tiny life rhythms pass from your hand to your heart. People can't help but sigh that such a delicate plant has such tenacious vitality. It takes the lead in responding to the spring breeze, attracting pink, bees and butterflies and beautiful spring. I like to watch the grass grow in midsummer. Under the caress of the scorching sun, the grass releases all the good things in life. The endless green Yuan Ye sets off all kinds of blooming flowers, and the blue sky becomes lower in the field of vision, as if bending down close to the grass.
During this time, the grass is the biggest and softest new bed, tempting us to give our bodies to them very comfortably, without anxiety and trouble, and dreaming the most relaxing dream surrounded by the grass. When we close our eyes, the grass in the sun surrounds our sense of smell.
What a sweet and delicious fragrance it is. It is not strong with all kinds of flowers, but elegant with famous brand perfume. It is the smell of cooked rice, the smell in the milk of cattle and sheep, the original smell of nature, the taste of the earth and the embrace of mother. Yes, grass, you are the main food for cattle, horses and sheep. Through them, you become white milk, delicious meat, warm fur, and rushing power, which holds up all ethnic groups and countries.
The sky is wild, and the wind and grass are moving to see cattle and sheep. Time flies, as if to see a generation of hero Genghis Khan, riding a whip, commanding thousands of troops, sweeping across Eurasia, invincible.
Grass created an unprecedented hero on horseback. The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. Flexible grass, what are you? Is it our countless humble and weak lives? We are ordinary grass people, but we can also describe spring, dress up the earth, unite weak lives, change the environment and create the world.
That familiar song rings in my heart: there is no fragrance of flowers/no height of trees/I am an unknown grass/I am never lonely/I am never worried/You see my partners are all over the world ... References:
Under the banyan tree, in the lonely winter, there is monotonous yellow everywhere. Everywhere is bleak, even the clear river in the past has lost its luster and is sleepy under the ice. There is a mother and daughter, in the warm sunshine. Now, the mother is combing her daughter's hair.
She stroked her hair gently and braided her hair gently. A smile was written on her face, as if her love could never be filled, overflowing to her mouth, flowing to the corner of her eyes and spinning into a long braid.
The sun kissed the long hair, like scattered gold powder, shining with erratic brilliance. The daughter nestled in her mother's arms and kept saying something. She makes her mother laugh from time to time, and the warm family melts the cold in winter, making the winter scenery of Xiaosuo spin out the beauty of spring.
It began to snow in the evening, and then it didn't stop all night. Snowflakes fell gently on the beehive coated with black paint.
The bees are sleeping. In a delicate hexagonal honeycomb, it is like a secret letter sealed with wax.
Like refined pure gold particles, it was treasured by rich kings. In fact, it is more valuable than gold, because bees are living things.
In the sun, their dreams are the sweetest. There are Chinese milk vetch and rape flowers in the south, Sophora japonica, jujube flowers and Vitex negundo in the north, and the first floor is blooming again. But I don't know if there will be any traces of snow in the bustling dreamland tonight.
If a lovely bee wakes up quietly with the beat of snow, it will smell a wisp of fragrance falling from the sky, which is holy and magical. Unfortunately, no one is lucky enough to recover. The flowers on the earth have exhausted them.
* In the years of poverty, people can also feel some deep happiness. For example, I often remember to add a bowl of hot white rice, pour a spoonful of lard and a spoonful of soy sauce, and sit in front of the "door" (the stone steps of the hall door) to savor the aroma of lard bibimbap. Every grain of rice is full of happiness. The happiness of life lies not in one's environment, one's position and what one can enjoy, but in how one's heart corresponds to life.
Therefore, happiness is not determined by external things. The poor have their happiness, the rich have their happiness, the powerful have their happiness, and the humble have their happiness. In life, everyone has laughter and tears; In life, everyone has happiness and troubles.
6. Good words, sentences, paragraphs and poems about Qingshui River are generally painted like this: on the embankment, the grass is dense, and the sun is full of beauty; On the shore, willows are in rows, and soft branches hang down on the mirror-like river; In the water, small fish flock, some swim lightly, some jump, and some stick to the bottom of the river; On the river, swallows fly around, chirp and beat the water from time to time.
The rivers on the grassland are wild and quiet. After every rainstorm, mountain torrents will rush into the Hexiong River. Suddenly, it was like a group of wild Huang Ma. Thousands of flying hooves hit the rumbling waves and rushed to Jasper Lake with unstoppable momentum. But if it clears up in two days, the flood will immediately subside, and the grass will suck up all the dirt like a sponge, showing a clear blue water surface on the shallows.
..... There is a small river in front, which is said to be neither deep nor shallow, and it gathers mountain springs. The wide place, like a deep pool, is crystal clear, with willows dancing and green grass on both sides.
River, deeply yearning for a quiet lake. It crossed the barrier of thousands of waters in Qian Shan and finally came to this clear, quiet, beautiful and wide lake. In order to integrate with it, the wide lake was made wider.
What a beautiful river! Clear, green, quiet and charming. From a distance, it is so green, as green as an emerald belt; Looking closely, it is clear enough to see fish and shrimp swimming at the bottom of the river. At night, the curved crescent moon is reflected on the clear and transparent river, so beautiful and gentle. At this time, the river is even more charming.
The happiest thing is the river, just like a lively girl, singing and jumping, poking at the roots of old trees, flapping the yellow-brown cliffs, stepping on the stones on the beach and running carefree. A fish jumps out of the river from time to time, making the river more interesting and innocent.
The river is full of spring water, with ice from the upstream, flowing happily. Every small whirlpool is a smile, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, reflecting the bright green of the early spring on both sides of the strait, and the voice is soft and cheerful.
7. Good words, sentences and paragraphs Our school is like a big garden, so beautiful and lovely that we thrive here.
When we entered the classroom, we saw thick fog rolling in the window. The classroom is like a big steamer. Spring makes the earth look brand-new, gives all love to our school, gives us joy and hope, and urges us to make progress.
There are four charming seasons on campus: pink spring, lush summer, autumn with fragrant maple and chrysanthemum, and winter with green and white. The past four dilapidated school buildings have disappeared, brand-new classrooms and conference rooms stand in barrier-like walls, and small and exquisite reception rooms guard the west side of the gate.
There is a diamond goldfish pond in the middle court of the school. There are many little red goldfish in it. They chased and frolicked in the clear water. Good words, good sentences, good paragraphs, good words about mountains, mountains, strange mountains, barren hills, hillsides, forests, Qian Shan, a beautiful mountain, majestic mountains, clear water, beautiful mountains and green water, lush valleys, green mountains and green waters, beautiful green mountains, barren hills, clouds, winding peaks, majestic mountains, Qian Shan.
The surrounding mountains are like a colorful cloth. The mountains and waves are stacked on top of each other.
The mountains are dark and boundless, and the knives and axes are indomitable. The undulating loess hills are really like the waves of a big flood.
Longshan is like a big grave, standing in the night. The mountains on both sides of the Xiajiang River go straight up and down, which makes people dizzy.
The deep valley is strangely quiet and cold. The ravine is full of snow, as high as the back of the mountain, and it has become a flat snow paved square.
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The beauty of autumn is rational-it is not as charming as spring, so hot in summer and so subtle in winter. Autumn, harvest season, golden season-as lovely as spring, as enthusiastic as summer, as charming as winter.
The autumn sunshine is warm and quiet, the autumn wind in Dongxiang is warm and gentle, and the blue sky and white clouds are elegant and melodious. Good words, good sentences, good paragraphs, good words about mountains, mountains, strange mountains, barren hills, hillsides, forests, Qian Shan, a beautiful mountain, majestic mountains, clear water, beautiful mountains and green water, lush valleys, green mountains and green waters, beautiful green mountains, barren hills, clouds, winding peaks, majestic mountains, Qian Shan.
The surrounding mountains are like a colorful cloth. The mountains and waves are stacked on top of each other.
The mountains are dark and boundless, and the knives and axes are indomitable. The undulating loess hills are really like the waves of a big flood.
Longshan is like a big grave, standing in the night. The mountains on both sides of the Xiajiang River go straight up and down, which makes people dizzy.
The deep valley is strangely quiet and cold. The ravine is full of snow, as high as the back of the mountain, and it has become a flat snow paved square.
At the beginning of the morning, the mountains are like shy girls, looming and the sun is setting. Use good words, good sentences, good paragraphs and good anonymous words to describe the tides. Tidal ebb, tidal ebb, night tide, tidal sound, wind rush, tsunami, waves meet water, beat the shore, beat the ground, roll it up, thunder and lightning, and the waves boil like golden drums. Tides rushed to the beach like stormtroopers, clamoring, shouting and rushing desperately.
The tide is several feet high and rushes in. The crazy flood season is full of chilling horror and unfathomable mystery.
The tide like a giant thunder rolled like a horde on the ground, running downstream with shouts and screams. The tide was fierce as a demon, and the churning foam lost its balance rhythm.
Crazy shooting stones, and at the same time, the golden bell is ringing, which is very rhythmic. The spring tide has risen, like the sound of pines in my hometown, like the voice of a mother calling her daughter.
Dark green sea water, rolling up a wave higher than a wave of walls rushed over, fighting really like hammering at the enemy. The tidal sound echoes the poetic rhyme of the sea, full of philosophy and enlightenment.
That artistic conception, like the strings lightly plucked by the spring breeze, is as gentle as the sunset glow. The sound of beating the beach rhythmically at high tide or low tide is like a lullaby made by a loving mother patting her baby to sleep.
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8. Good words, good sentences and good paragraphs Extract words describing learning attitude from Daquan Primary School (1)
Diligent, diligent, earnest, dedicated, diligent, open-minded, studious, diligent, down-to-earth, down-to-earth, shameless.
(2) Words that concentrate on learning
Concentrate, concentrate, hold your breath, stare, concentrate, cover your eyes with relish, meditate, and look focused.
(3) Good sentences describing learning
Xiao Fei sat in his seat, writing and writing. There seems to be a steady stream of spring water flowing out of his pen. In less than one class, I actually wrote a composition.
Xiaohong just sat facing the window, and the afternoon sun shone on her round face, making her cheeks more rosy; She holds her chin with a pen, her eyes are wide open, her bright eyes are swimming slowly, and her plump chin is slightly upturned-this is the expression that the math teacher is familiar with and loves whenever she thinks of a more ingenious way to solve a math problem.
Whenever I do my homework, the nib rustles, as if a bird is singing to me, and as if to encourage me: "If you are not afraid of difficulties, climb the peak bravely."
She stood up and answered so accurately, so naturally, so smoothly, as if she had been prepared. She recited in cadence, with beautiful tone, beautiful expression and moving seat.
He is a naughty boy. He reads too fast and crackles like a fried peanut.
Juanjuan read the text in Mandarin, and her voice was crisp and nice. Even the sunshine is fascinated. She sneaked into the classroom through the window and left it on her book, which she didn't want to leave for a long time.
I read this book greedily, like a hungry lamb rushing into the green grass.
She got into the sea of books, like a fish in the sea, and forgot the passage of time.
He managed to pull himself together and opened the book. From the beginning, he felt that lines of words were moving on it, like flying; Later, I thought it was just a blur, like a nest of ants crawling around on paper.
He buried himself in his homework again, and the room was quiet, except for the rustling of pens on the paper.
Students sit in the classroom, listening attentively to the teacher's lecture, just like dozens of flowers blooming quietly under the watering of hard gardeners.