有没有描写风景的优美的英语句子或词组
以及英语作文中的优美句子。
第一个最根本的区别，句子必须有主语，有谓语。
简单句的五种基本句型:主语+谓语。
主语+谓语+宾语。
主语+谓语+双宾语。
主语+谓语+复合宾语(宾语+宾语补足语)主语+连系动词+表语。
由上可以看出，任何一个句子必须有主语有谓语(英语的谓语只能由动词充当)。
第二个最根本的区别，句子必须有标点符号。
100个英文短语并各造一个句子
It's not where you are today that counts. It's where you are headed. 你现在的位置并不重要，重要的是你前进的方向。
Grow old along with me, the best is yet to be. 和我一起老去吧，最好的还没有到来呢Good mood will have good scenery, good vision will have a good find, good thinking will have a good idea. 好心情才会有好风景，好眼光才会有好发现，好思考才会有好主意。
Stand tall and none can look down to you. 站得足够高，就没人能看低你。
The last one, can not turn, do not turn, turn over the dirt will be lost in his eyes. 过去的一页，能不翻就不要翻了，翻落了灰尘会迷了双眼。
The quickest and simplest way to wreck any relationship is to listen to gossip. 破坏关系的最快最简单的方法就是听信谣言。
My future husband is definitely a Luchi, otherwise how have yet to find me.我以后的老公绝对是个路痴，不然怎么到现在也没有找到我。
Times and broken dreams, to be buried together constantly fermenting, can not stop.时光和破碎的梦想，被埋葬在一起不停地发酵，无法停止。
英语优美短句
Howeverlongthenight,thedawnwillbreak.不管黑夜有多长，天亮总会到来。
Bebetterthanyouwereyesterday.今天要做得比昨天的那个我更好。
IthinkImissyoulessandlessaseverydaygoesby.我想随着一天天过去，我对你的思念也在一天天淡去。
Complainingdoesn’tsolveanything.抱怨不能解决任何问题。
Sometimes,wearenotwaitingforsb.orsth.Wearewaitingtobechangedastimegoesby.有时候，我们等的不是什么人，什么事，我们等的是时间，等时间，让自己改变。
apple苹果；pear梨；apricot杏；peach桃；grape葡萄；banana香蕉；pineapple菠萝；plum李子；watermelon西瓜；orange橙；lemon柠檬；mango芒果；strawberry草莓；medlar枇杷,欧查果；mulberry桑椹；nectarine油桃；cherry樱桃；pomegranate石榴；fig无花果；tangerine柑子。
Cryingisallrightinitsownway.Butyouhavetostopsoonerorlater,andthenyoustillhavetodecidewhattodo.哭本身来说是没有什么错的。
但是早晚你都要停止哭泣，然后决定该怎么办。
Sleep'tilyou'rehungry,eat'tilyou'resleepy.睡到被饿醒，吃到快睡着。
Everygirlmaynotbequeentoherhusband..Butsheisalwaysaprincesstoherfather.可能不是每个女子都能成为某人的女王。
但每个女子都永远是爸爸膝下的公主。
Loveisliketwopersonsholdingelastic.Theonewhoisunwill
英语词组句子
When I grow up, I want to learn to wash clothes, make the bed, ride a bike, and guitar lessons, can not rely on others应该有六个吧
求简爱英文版中的30句优美的句子和50个短语
THERE was no possibility of taking a walk that day. We had been wandering, indeed, in the leafless shrubbery an hour in the morning; but since dinner (Mrs. Reed, when there was no company, dined early) the cold winter wind had brought with it clouds so sombre, and a rain so penetrating, that further outdoor exercise was now out of the question. I was glad of it: I never liked long walks, especially on chilly afternoons: dreadful to me was the coming home in the raw twilight, with nipped fingers and toes, and a heart saddened by the chidings of Bessie, the nurse, and humbled by the consciousness of my physical inferiority to Eliza, John, and Georgiana Reed. The said Eliza, John, and Georgiana were now clustered round their mama in the drawing-room: she lay reclined on a sofa by the fireside, and with her darlings about her (for the time neither quarrelling nor crying) looked perfectly happy. Me, she had dispensed from joining the group; saying, 'She regretted to be under the necessity of keeping me at a distance; but that until she heard from Bessie, and could discover by her own observation, that I was endeavouring in good earnest to acquire a more sociable and childlike disposition, a more attractive and sprightly manner- something lighter, franker, more natural, as it were- she really must exclude me from privileges intended only for contented, happy, little children.' 'What does Bessie say I have done?' I asked.'Jane, I don't like cavillers or questioners; besides, there is something truly forbidding in a child taking up her elders in that manner. Be seated somewhere; and until you can speak pleasantly, remain silent.' A small breakfast-room adjoined the drawing-room, I slipped in there. It contained a bookcase: I soon possessed myself of a volume, taking care that it should be one stored with pictures. I mounted into the window-seat: gathering up my feet, I sat cross-legged, like a Turk; and, having drawn the red moreen curtain nearly close, I was shrined in double retirement. Folds of scarlet drapery shut in my view to the right hand; to the left were the clear panes of glass, protecting, but not separating me from the drear November day. At intervals, while turning over the leaves of my book, I studied the aspect of that winter afternoon. Afar, it offered a pale blank of mist and cloud; near a scene of wet lawn and storm-beat shrub, with ceaseless rain sweeping away wildly before a long and lamentable blast. I returned to my book- Bewick's History of British Birds: the letterpress thereof I cared little for, generally speaking; and yet there were certain introductory pages that, child as I was, I could not pass quite as a blank. They were those which treat of the haunts of sea-fowl; of 'the solitary rocks and promontories' by them only inhabited; of the coast of Norway, studded with isles from its southern extremity, the Lindeness, or Naze, to the North Cape- 'Where the Northern Ocean, in vast whirls, Boils round the naked, melancholy isles Of farthest Thule; and the Atlantic surge Pours in among the stormy Hebrides.'Nor could I pass unnoticed the suggestion of the bleak shores of Lapland, Siberia, Spitzbergen, Nova Zembla, Iceland, Greenland, with 'the vast sweep of the Arctic Zone, and those forlorn regions of dreary space,- that reservoir of frost and snow, where firm fields of ice, the accumulation of centuries of winters, glazed in Alpine heights above heights, surround the pole and concentre the multiplied rigours of extreme cold.' Of these death-white realms I formed an idea of my own: shadowy, like all the half-comprehended notions that float dim through children's brains, but strangely impressive. The words in these introductory pages connected themselves with the succeeding vignettes, and gave significance to the rock standing up alone in a sea of billow and spray; to the broken boat stranded on a desolate coast; to the cold and ghastly moon glancing through bars of cloud at a wreck just sinking.
