“eaves”可以造什么句，eaves造句
Rainwater trickled from the eaves.
The rainwater drips from the eaves.
The rainwater drips from the eaves.
A spider is weaving a web under the eaves.
It was a person under the eaves shaking out a drenched coat.
Lotus trees bending, flower reached by hand. The eaves are Glazed tiles and it's pretty good.
The most beautiful is not the rainy day, but with you avoid the rain eaves.
The breeze swept through the green leaves, and the flowers flowed silently under the eaves. Everything is pleasant and tranquil.
The sculptural eaves, beautiful mural painting under the roof and the engraved girder and balk are surprising perfect.
Accessories are round horn ridge tiles, ridge tiles, fang ridge tiles, cullis boards, mountain tiles and flashing sheets, eaves board, etc.
Big panelled red lanterns with dangling tassels hung from the eaves of "Fragrance at Eventide," casting soft pink shadows that evoked a dreamlike atmosphere.
The eaves of the eaves of the wind and bell, ticking the sound of the voice recollection young, inquire about the mood of love in the old mirror in the window, disappearing scenery in love, scattered after the experience of growth.
The skirt under the eaves, the wind blows my white. The time, like water, came back in February. Spring comes to summer, autumn comes to winter, seasons change, and the new year is near.
Before, one or two hoys still came to beat down the dates other people had hissed. But now not one date is left, and the trees have lost all their eaves as well.
You play the umbrella step gently under the eaves, splashing a flicker of fluorescence, one step and one star river, I push open the window to look up quietly, the rain plunged into my eyes, a drop of crystal, wind dust scattered, from the tears whirling, this life for a total moon fall?
The drizzle under the eaves is counting my worries. From thick color to understatement, from grief to light and light, the tears flow through the lines of poetry, copied on the paper, hidden in the years, henceforth vanishing. Life is still unharmed, but unfortunately the less intelligent person.
Looking at the bright sunshine outside the window, my happiness is shuttling in the sunshine, staring at the raindrops under the eaves, and my happiness is flying in several rain lines. I know that happiness is not far away, it is clutched in my hands, happiness is not illusory, it is inlaid in my life.
Under the eaves brackets, ridge eaves are decorated with patterns.
The lean-to joined the hut at the eaves.
Blue sky, turbid wine, yellow flower wrong, painted eaves, dance, pavilions, flying swallow.
Confucius Temple Lingxing-door is a unique architectural style, often voluminous large seven-bay, and take Xieshan roof eaves.
Rain was drumming on the roof, wind fluting in the eaves of the cottage, sea performing glissandi with the beach.
Look, it is in a shape of octagon and it has eight extending eaves, with yellow glazed tiles on the roofs.
The room and the room next to each ball pit village, under the eaves of the hearts of each other sometimes struggle with each other sometimes help busy, have teeth touch, quarrel, and gas.
Ah Erh had slipped out of the room, leaving the two women screaming abuse at one another while a wet-nurse with Tseng Tsang-hai's grandson in her arms and a scullery-maid stood under the eaves outside, listening and watching.
Icicles depended from the eaves.
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
From the eaves and fences hang stalactites of snow, and in the yard stand stalagmites covering some concealed core.
The rain began to flow down the eaves and began to form a line like a broken string of beads. There is more and more water on the ground, which has become a stream.
Perhaps the soul of mutual pleasure will eventually encounter, meet, once let a person infinite joy, under the eaves of time, a flower, open in the depth of time, with the fingertips of the beautiful, gently touched, will be in the past, fragrant each other.
Rainwater was falling drop by drop onto my clothes from the eaves of a thatched cottage.
Lonely heart, longing for a continuous rain, from the past to the present, and then along the eaves of the house, sliding across my face, sliding through my memory.
The sparrows, who are guarding the eaves and flying up and down, always live in harmony with the merchants of the Zhuang family.
The swallows nested under the eaves.
