A. spring B. summer C. autumn D. winter 相关知识点: 试题来源: 解析 C。解析:“The leaves are falling”(树叶正在飘落),树叶飘落通常是秋天的特征,秋天树叶会变黄并掉落。春天是万物复苏的季节,夏天树木枝繁叶茂,冬天树木大多光秃秃的。反馈 收藏
In the poem "The withered leaves are the ghosts of the autumn", what is the significance of "withered leaves" as an image? A. They are used to show the season is changing. B. They represent the death and decay in autumn, creating a melancholic mood. C. They are simply a description...
Autumn Leaves.(Poem)Cobb, Cam
Are light as balloons. I make a great noise Of rustling all day Like rabbit and deer Running away. But the mountains I raise Elude my embrace, Flowing over myarms And into my face. I may load and unload Again and again Till I fill the whole shed, And what have I then? Next to ...
Leaves are falling on the groundAll the trees drop their disguise (伪装)Squirrels gather up their nutsSleepy creatures close their eyesDays are short:___1___.These are things that tell us whenAutumn's here again.Stars like snowflakes in the skyRobins sit on leafless...
read you a poem, make you laugh... it would help to console me. Squeezing her waist, holding his hand— puppy love. A new tattoo on my son's chest— another revelation. Gardens are demanding pets. Time is something everyone runs short on and finally runs out of. ...
aI used autumn words, record leaves a secret, thinking of you face hanging blue. I used autumn poem about the end of static, his hands heart is gone. 我使用了秋天词,纪录叶子秘密,认为您面孔垂悬的蓝色。 我使用了秋天诗关于静止的结尾,心脏去的他的手。 [translate] ...
My hometown scenery is stitched to a mud hut and frozen soil. And under the gentle weight of silkThe girl’s breasts are panting with the tree roots.The sound of rain, valley, and tiredness drink harmoniously. And I cry in the arms of the autumnAnd I liberate the reins of the fire,...
Wow!Autumn. I have no leaves or apples any more. But,I like winter thanks to the clean white snow. I can sleep and wait for spring. Zzzzz!Winter. ( ) 1. The poem is about . A. what season is “my” favourite B. what the weather is like C...
Key: ―The Wild Honey suckle‖ Give a brief comment on this poem. From morning suns and evening dews At first thy little being came: If nothing once, you nothing lose, For when you die you are the same: The space between,is but an hour, The frail duration of a flower. Key: ...