華閱文章網1.描寫細節的句子
這幾天心里頗不寧靜。
今晚在院子里坐著乘涼，忽然想起日日走過的荷塘，在這滿月的光里，總該另有一番樣子吧。月亮漸漸地升高了，墻外馬路上孩子們的歡笑，已經聽不見了；妻在屋里拍著閏兒，迷迷糊糊地哼著睡歌。
我悄悄地披了大衫，帶上門出去。 沿著荷塘，是一條曲折的小煤屑路。
這是一條幽僻的路；白天也少人走，夜晚更加寂寞。荷塘四面，長著許多樹，蓊蓊郁郁的。
路的一旁，是些楊柳，和一些不知道名字的樹。沒有月光的晚上，這路上陰森森的，有些怕人。
今晚卻很好，雖然月光也還是淡淡的。 路上只我一個人，背著手踱著。
這一片天地好像是我的；我也像超出了平常的自己，到了另一個世界里。 我愛熱鬧，也愛冷靜；愛群居，也愛獨處。
像今晚上，一個人在這蒼茫的月下，什么都可以想，什么都可以不想，便覺是個自由的人。白天里一定要做的事，一定要說的話，現在都可不理。
這是獨處的妙處；我且受用這無邊的荷香月色好了。 曲曲折折的荷塘上面，彌望的是田田的葉子。
葉子出水很高，像亭亭的舞女的裙。層層的葉子中間，零星地點綴著些白花，有裊娜地開著的，有羞澀地打著朵兒的；正如一粒粒的明珠，又如碧天里的星星，又如剛出浴的美人。
微風過處，送來縷縷清香，仿佛遠處高樓上渺茫的歌聲似的。這時候葉子與花也有一絲的顫動，象閃電般，霎時傳過荷塘的那邊去了。
葉子本是肩并肩密密地挨著，這便宛然有了一道凝碧的波痕。葉子底下是脈脈的流水，遮住了，不能見一些顏色，而葉子卻更見風致了。
月光如流水一般，靜靜地瀉在這一片葉子和花上。薄薄的青霧浮起在荷塘里。
葉子和花仿佛在牛乳中洗過一樣；又像籠著輕紗的夢。雖然是滿月，天上卻有一層淡淡的云，所以不能朗照；但我以為這恰是到了好處——酣睡固不可少，小睡也別有風味的。
月光是隔了樹照過來的，高處叢生的灌木，落下參差的斑駁的黑影，峭楞楞如鬼一般；彎彎的楊柳的稀疏的倩影，卻又像是畫在荷葉上。塘中的月色并不均勻，但光與影有著和諧的旋律，如梵婀玲上奏著的名曲。
荷塘的四面，遠遠近近，高高低低都是樹，而楊柳最多。這些樹將一片荷塘重重圍住；只在小路一旁，漏著幾段空隙，像是特為月光留下的。
樹色一例是陰陰的，乍看像一團煙霧；但楊柳的豐姿，便在煙霧里也辨得出。樹梢上隱隱約約的是一帶遠山，只有些大意罷了。
樹縫里有漏著一兩點路燈光，沒精打彩的，是渴睡人的眼。這時候最熱鬧的，要數樹上的蟬聲與水里的蛙聲；但熱鬧是它們的，我什么也沒有。
忽然想起采蓮的事情來了。 采蓮是江南的舊俗，似乎很早就有，而六朝時為盛；從詩歌里可以約略知道。
采蓮的是少年的女子，她們是蕩著小船，唱著艷歌去的。采蓮人不用說很多，還有看采蓮的人。
那是一個熱鬧的季節，也是一個風流的季節。梁元帝《采蓮賦》里說得好： 于是妖童媛女，蕩舟心許：鹢首徐回，兼傳羽杯；棹將移而藻掛，船欲動而萍開。
爾其纖腰束素，遷延顧步；夏始春余，葉嫩花初，恐沾裳而淺笑，畏傾船而斂裾。 可見當時嬉游的光景了。
這真是有趣的事，可惜我們現在早已無福消受了。于是又記起《西洲曲》里的句子： 采蓮南塘秋，蓮花過人頭；低頭弄蓮子，蓮子清如水。
今晚若有采蓮人，這兒的蓮花也算得“過人頭”了；只不見一些流水的影子，是不行的。 這令我到底惦著江南了。
——這樣想著，猛一抬頭，不覺已是自己的門前；輕輕地推門進去，什么聲息也沒有，妻已熟睡好久了。
2.請教如何聽清楚英語句子的細節發音如何聽清楚英語句子細節,就是
其實沒必要把每個單詞都聽清楚，也沒必要以此為聽力能力高的標志，在應試考試下，只要把題目做出來就行了，換句話說就是從一句廢話中的關鍵位置找到關鍵詞，比如題目問時間，你就在可能會聽到時間的地方等著這個詞的出現，開頭或結尾.并注意有沒有說，two hours later，有沒有先說一個時間，再說yes,but let's go two days later，只要不上這個當就行了.如果你對我的答案不滿意，你可以再看看歐美喜劇電影，要有中英字幕，你只要做到能跟著演員一起大笑就行了——聽懂即可.實在不行你就聽聽英國女王的錄音，聽聽別人的情詩朗讀，找找英語歌，死命的聽，直到你的聽力水平有所提升即可.。
3.英語細節描寫
he is very (handsome) 他非常。
（帥） he has (hazel eyes) 他有。（一雙淡褐色的眼睛） he got (hazel eyes) 他有。
（一雙淡褐色的眼睛） he has (a round face) with (small eyes) 他有。（一張圓臉）和。
（小眼睛） 以下是我們班同學作文中的片段（都是鬼故事）：A swirling black flash was glimpsed through the trees. Black robes and a long hooded cloak, walking steadily towards the bunch of children. They huddled together, filled with the sense of despair. The cloaked figure circled them. A gasp went up as a boy saw a glinting object sliding from the figure's waist. He continued to trundle relentlessly towards them. Then he stopped. The black cloak swayed in the discomforting, chilling breeze. Then he * oldest, was on the edge of the pack. “Thwack”. The slimly built boy swayed dramatically. His arms limp and his face drained of blood. Drained of life. The blood trickled down from his mouth to his chin. He fell to the floor, a sharp pinecone needle embedding itself in his glazed, open eye. It was only then they saw the sharp knife stuck in the back of the slim boy's head. They looked up. They saw them. They were surrounded. No chance of surviving.“What? What do you mean?” I demanded. “What I mean is that I do not want you to suffer.” I didn't understand, I really didn't. He said “The reason I don't want you to go is because they took my soul. My soul and the souls of fifty others on the day of the 7/7 bombings”. I ran, I couldn't take it any more. I kept on running and I didn't stop. There seemed to be trains everywhere, moving, derelict, abandoned. I ran faster and faster, jumping and bounding up and over sleepers and old tracks. Then I saw him. Him and the fifty others.“No, nothing…” Suddenly, all the light had gone, except the candle, the candlepower was wavering unruly in the darkness; outside the house, the wind was howling loudly and forcefully, bump into the window, trying to break the window, once…twice…and the third time, the window had been broke, the white curtain was swinging. The wind had come in to the house; it broke the offbeat silence inside.“That person…？” His gaze glued onto the man before him. Then, it was as if a lock had clicked open, his gaze now moved onto the other figure. There, standing next to him was an angelic looking woman. She had waist length wavy, russet coloured hair. Her long dressing gown hung loosely from her body. He tried very hard to remember where he had seen her but was snapped out of his thoughts as he heard another sorrowful, mournful * gaped as he saw him grasping a knife tightly in his grip. His hazel eyes glowed as he forced himself up closer and closer to her. His hand rose higher and higher. The corner of his mouth curled up into a smirk. Her lip body fell onto the ground. Her eyes no longer begged for forgiveness but gazed, dull and lifeless, the scarlet blood-oozing out from the fatal cut on her white neck. The vicar dropped to his knees. A gush of wind blew, sweeping the clouds away, revealing the black, velvet blanket and the silver rimmed * pierced the gloomy rooms, cutting through the darkness. A bony figure moved beneath the bed sheets in one of the rooms. A skeletal head peeked from under the crimson stained covers, his eyes alive with fear. His legs emerged, cuts covering them. He suddenly ripped the bed sheets off, violently throwing them to the ground. He stood up, his face was distorted from slashes and bruises. He had nothing on except for a pair of ripped * man nudged him towards the door whilst loosening his grip slightly. He tried to wriggle free but the man had a tight grasp around him. The man angrily kicked the flaking door open, the harsh sunlight blinding them. He violently pushed the boy to the ground and focused on his eyes reading his thoughts. He suddenly looked pleased with himself, as if he had come to a decision. His hand fumbled in his pocket, searching for * grey haze covered the silent countryside and a few crickets could be heard chirping, along with the rustling of the parched leaves. Miss Swan was standing under an old oak tree, waiting for her partner at her part time job. She looked to her right but only to see the depressing fog hiding the green landscape. She felt a hand on her shoulder and she swiftly turned her head to meet a pair of brown *ly, she heard a faint sound of heavy breathing coming from the reflected image in the mirror. She peered at the glass saw herself breathing hard, it was so real she felt as though she really did have a difficulty breathing. Her eyes were glued to the mirror and stuck to。
4.唯美的英文句子,最好帶翻譯
1、
英文：Please allow me to small proud, because like you depend on.
中文：請容許我小小的驕傲，因為有你這樣的依靠。
2、
英文：I'm just a sunflower, waiting for belong to me only sunshine.
中文：我只是一朵向日葵，等待屬于我的唯一的陽光。
3、
英文：We are all "were", blurred our closest happiness.
中文：我們都是“遠視眼”，模糊了離我們最近的幸福。
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英文：We are all too young, a lot of things don't yet know, don't put the wrong loves when gardeners.
中文：我們都太年輕，很多事都還不了解，別把錯愛當恩寵。
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英文：Gentle to have, but not compromise, I want to be in quiet, not strong.
中文：溫柔要有，但不是妥協，我要在安靜中，不慌不忙的堅強。
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英文：The life most of the time, commitments equals to constrain, reluctantly we yearn for bound.
中文：人生的大部份時間里，承諾同義詞是束縛，奈何我們向往束縛。
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英文：Important people, less and less people left more and more important.
中文：重要的人越來越少，留下來的人越來越重要。
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英文：Only opposed every day, will live the strong than you imagine.
中文：每天只有逞強著，才會活得比你們想象中的堅強。
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英文：My world, you don't care; Your world, I was cast out.
中文：我的世界，你不在乎；你的世界，我被驅逐。
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英文：Would a man running in the rain, also don't want to put into the arms of the false.
中文：寧愿一個人在雨中奔跑，也不愿投入你那虛偽的懷抱。
11、
英文：To give you a lot of freedom, may I let you have more waiting reason to leave.
中文：給了你很多自由，可能我的守候讓你更有離開的理由。
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英文：Life is not waiting for the storm in the past, but learning to dance in the wind and rain.
中文：生活不是等著暴風雨過去，而是學會在風雨中跳舞。
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英文：For short, do not remember every detail, every mood.
中文：因為短暫，不記得每一個細節，每一個情緒。
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英文：The way of the time is the single car, never sell FanChengPiao.
中文：時間的路是單程車，從來不賣返程票。
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英文：Tears flow is down and out, because you never know what I choose!
中文：淚流的很落魄，是因為你從不懂我的選擇！
5.英文句子翻譯中的小細節
你記住，英語中一個句子不能有兩個謂語動詞。
All works and no play makes Jack a dull boy. a dull boy 是賓語補足語，這個句子的主語是All works and no play 謂語是makes 賓語是Jack，所以如果你再加個be動詞的話就有語病了。你所說的句子都是名詞在后作的賓補。
作賓補的不僅可以是名詞，還可以是形容詞，介詞短語，副詞，動詞不定式，分詞。如：They painted the door red.（形容詞）；What makes you in such a hurry？（介詞短語）；He advised her to drop the young man.（動詞不定式） 希望對你有幫助，都是自己輸的，望采納。
6.優雅的英語句子
grace A characteristic or quality pleasing for its charm or refinement. 風度：有魅力或優雅的特征或品性 金山詞霸2005 摘錄 牛津 已經過時了 他收錄的都是 上個世紀的詞條 我們要用現代英語 樓下的 牛津 已經過時了 不是我說的 是我們新東方老師說的 （是一個牛人 在加拿大UBC上的碩士 ） 他說牛津 基本上可以墊桌腳了 見到這個問題 我的第一反應就是grace 之后我才隨手打開金山詞霸 把一些解釋 復制上去的 他的解釋好多了 至于 牛津到底過時了沒有 我無權發言 如果我能把牛津看一遍的話 我就不在這里了 呵呵。
7.經典英語短句
有志者，事竟成.Nothing is impossible to a willing heart./Where there is a will there is a way.千里之行，始于足下.The longest journey begins with the first step.積少成多.Every little helps.好的開端是成功的一半.Well begun is half done.成功源于勤奮.Industry is the parent of success.滴水穿石.Little stone fell great oaks.少壯不努力，老大徒傷悲.A young idler,an old beggar.天生我才必有用.Every man has his price.世上無難事，只要肯登攀.Nothing is impossible to a willing heart.不入虎穴，焉得虎子.Noting venture,noting gain.不經風雨，怎能見彩虹. No cross, no crown.沒有付出，就沒有收獲.No pain, no * way is impossible to courage.勇者無懼.The strong pass of the enemy is like a wall of iron,yet with firm strides we are conquring its summit.雄關漫道真如鐵，而今邁步從頭越.My journey is long and winding, I will keep on exploring my way far and wide.路漫漫其修遠兮，我將上下而求索.Make your whole year's plan in the spring and the whole day's plan in the morning.一年之計在于春，一天之計在于晨.細節決定成敗.Details is the key to *ing in hope, patienting in trabulation.從希望中得到快樂，在磨難中保持堅韌.Something attempted,something done.沒有嘗試，就沒有成功.Knowledge is a measure, but practise is the key to it.知識是珍寶，而實踐是獲取它的鑰匙.。
