A figurative sentence describing the appearance of lightning.
Lightning is like a demon, constantly changing its face.
Bursts of lightning, like fireworks, lit up the night sky and resounded through the earth.
Lightning flashed before our eyes like a laser.
In the dark sky, lightning hung with pulse-like gold and silver threads, and flames flashed overhead.
A series of blue lightning, winding, disorderly, like a strange snake python.
Lightning is like a demon. He tore open the sky again and again with a pair of invisible big hands, flashing dazzling light and making a rumbling sound.
Lightning stretched out in all directions in strange tree shirts, cutting the whole sky into pieces.
Lightning, like a sword, cuts through the silence of the sky.
Lightning is like a bony hand, its teeth bared.
Lightning thunders like a war horse and screams loudly.
Lightning is like a trapped animal, trying to break through the cage.
Lightning tore the sky like the devil's claws.
After a thunderbolt, it seemed that thousands of searchlights shone on the clouds together, and it was like * * throwing an explosion in mid-air, leaving a brilliant moment for the world.
Again and again, lightning flashed across the sky like a red snake on fire, illuminating the chaotic and turbulent clouds.
Lightning, like several golden steel forks, suddenly jumped into the Woods.
Lightning is like a sword, cutting the throat of the sky.
Distant mountains sparkle with bright lightning sparks, just like flaming tulips in spring.
Lightning, suddenly waving a sword, with a brilliant sword light, came to the earth.
Beautiful sentences describing lightning
Thunder and lightning: thunder and lightning. A metaphor for something that suddenly shocks. As an object attribute; Used in figurative sentences.
Sitting on the sofa, it was dark, like the jade emperor knocked over the ink bottle. Boom ~ followed by a flash of lightning, just now it was a dark cloud rolling, and now it is a thunderstorm. My big friend and I were shocked.
Lovely rain, dripping on my cheeks, itchy, you can walk in the rain without wearing a raincoat. Breathe the fragrance of the earth outdoors and wander around. Unrestricted rain, like a newborn baby crying, will sprinkle all the beauty of the world; Gentle rain, like a silent scholar, is better than sound; Pure rain, falling, pouring out their little secrets; The violent rain reveals all the dissatisfaction in my heart, making lightning dance like a silver snake and devouring the cool and spicy sun. -Excerpts from beautiful passages of primary school students.
Chopping wires with a kitchen knife, sparks and lightning all the way.
It's really thrilling to ask at the moment when thunderous thunder broke into thunderbolts. While the thunderbolt was still crackling, the dark clouds broke open, shooting golden arrow-like lightning from the dense clouds to the earth. Thunder is roaring, dark clouds are burning, terrible blue flames are spraying, the sky is shaking, and the earth is trembling timidly ... There is nothing more powerful and terrible in the world than thunderstorms on the vast grassland and storms on the ocean!
The jade photo of the young lady is like lightning that cuts through the night sky in the dark, and it is like sunshine that tears the dark clouds. It made me drink nectar instantly, and made me understand that real beauty exists in this world.
It's sweltering like a big steamer, and dark clouds spread from old Niu Shan in the west. There were some sporadic and brief flashes of lightning on the horizon, but there was no thunder. I only heard a low and persistent hum in the distant sky, which brought a terrible news that a thunderstorm was coming.
As fast as lightning: it's like thunder and lightning. Describe the rapid development of the situation.
Suffering is a kind of nutrition, rich in calcium, let us learn to be strong; Suffering is a kind of nutrition, full of vitality, let us thrive in storms and lightning; Suffering is a kind of nutrition, full of motivation, let us step into the sky.
As fast as lightning: it's like thunder and lightning. Describe the rapid development of the situation. As a predicate adverbial; Describe things developing rapidly.
Although it is as black as spilled black ink, the rolling clouds are faintly visible, and the clouds are like the faces of monsters. The blue-purple lightning is the monster's terrible and ferocious smiling face, and then the rainstorm pours down.
The thunderstorm started, and it was so urgent from the beginning, and it became more and more urgent. Even the thunder and wind came, as if to say, "Brother Yu, let's help you." Then there was a strong wind, lightning and thunder. They really had a good time.
Sure enough, the scattered raindrops fell to the ground and immediately became watermarks the size of copper coins. After a while, raindrops, like beads with broken lines, gradually turned into lines. Hit the glass with a bang. Suddenly, a flash of lightning cut across the sky and there were several loud noises. At this time, it rained even harder, like pouring rain. From a distance, a huge rain curtain hangs between heaven and earth.
Rain is like "how the water of the Yellow River moves the sky", rampaging, like stormy waves, like stormy waves. Although not as fierce as the tide in Qiantang River, it is also extremely fierce. Rain is like a big transparent cloth. As soon as the wind blows, there are countless wave marks, which are shiny by lightning and really beautiful.
Cut the wire with a kitchen knife, sparking and lightning all the way.
Summer rain, always pouring down, accompanied by thunder and lightning, came to the world together. "Dark clouds can't cover the mountain, and white rain jumps over the boat." This rain is so bold and free! Rain, let me imagine: I thought of the heroic martyrs who were vigorous all my life: Yang Jingyu, Dong Cunrui ... and Xin Qiji, Su Shi, the uninhibited school of the Song Dynasty ... Summer rain cleaned the earth and suddenly cooled down a lot.
Which year is the year of love? This is both a minute and a century. Minutes is because in the sweetness of love, it is as fleeting as lightning; It is said to be the century because it has established a happy eternity in us.
Missing is the wind passing through the mountain stream, spinning endlessly and pervasive. Missing, like lightning in the night sky, is uncertain but shocking.
The dark clouds rolled, and the wind did not show weakness. Holding the water falling from the sky, he twisted his body in search. Perhaps it was too crowded and indistinguishable water column, panting with white anger, rushing down from the suspended air in disorder. The roof stopped them from falling, so they were furious, banging on the roof and splashing water mist. The waterline hanging from the eaves has waterfalls, water curtains, rain and fog, which is somewhat confusing between heaven and earth. It's foggy and gray, which makes people a little uneasy. Suddenly, lightning flashed frequently and briefly, which cut through the gray sky, followed by a deafening roar, a dull rumble, a lingering sound and a tacit understanding of the rain. A wave of unrest, another wave.
People woke up from a deep sleep, and the lightning flashed before them, like a sword piercing the sky, and there was a loud noise in their ears. In the morning, people were very excited and really shocked. Look at the sky, it is covered with dark clouds, approaching us like a ferocious monster. The wind is blowing! I remembered the whirring sound in my ear, and the wind poured straight into the window, making people feel cold. It is raining! Unconsciously, the rain column fell from the sky, hitting the house, falling on the road, hitting pedestrians and cars, making a plop sound, as if nature were going to hold a grand concert.
The hardest thing in life is often not the earth-shattering events done by the vigorous Flash, but the persistence in ordinary daily life.
Behind the scenes, there is a thunderous drum-this is thunder, which shouts at it and us like a loyal lightning follower-as if telling us to listen to the cry of nature.
The green of summer, splashing ink between heaven and earth, paints a colorful picture under the blue sky and white clouds. What you see is either dark green or green, completely out of the goose yellow background. It is so lush, no longer shallow and immature, it shows the level of life to the extreme. It absorbs the strong sunshine with passion and breathes out the pure breath leisurely, which makes you feel refreshed and enjoy the coolness in such a green shelter. However, something unexpected happened that day. Yin-yang clouds and Yin-yang electricity kiss each other in the afternoon. Lightning is the casual expression of affectionate eyes, thunder is their happy laughter, and the rainbow of seven colors after rain is the crystallization of their love. Blue sky, white clouds and gorgeous rainbows interweave the most beautiful scenery in midsummer.
At first, the sky was overcast, and soon, there was lightning and thunder, and the wind was blowing hard. I don't know how many leaves were blown off the big tree, so people all hid in the house. Thunder rumbled, thunder rumbled and lightning flashed across the sky.
I think, if I stretch out my index finger to touch her fingertips at this time, I will see lightning. Spit and colorful flowers will grow on the ground. If she immediately crosses the knife and has sex in situ, she will be pregnant with Confucius.
After a while, the sky was overcast and seemed to be falling down. Lightning came with thunder, as if the whole sky had been split, and the wind was not willing to lag behind. It blew with a bang, messing up the flying leaves and slanting the roots.
The summer sky is like a doll's face. It changes when you say it. The sky was clear in Wan Li just now, and it will be overcast soon. A gust of wind blew, and suddenly, flying sand and stones, chickens flying dogs jumping, trees littering, doors and windows banging, and raindrops hitting the doors and windows, not the sound of "rushing", but the sound of "snapping". Thunder in summer is like guns coming from distant battlefields, and lightning flashes across the sky again and again, like a red snake on fire, illuminating the dark sky.
Unlike the spring rain, Yu Xia is not "sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently", but as wild as a street teenager, singing a song with a strong sense of rhythm with the cooperation of lightning and thunder. Go! ..... "While playing drums on an empty big stage" Knock! Hey! "When Yu Xia played, her sweat kept dripping from the clouds! It feels a bit like the wind shaking the mountains and turning into angry waves, and raindrops are flying in the air and shooting strong crossbows.
Dark clouds are all over the sky, layer upon layer, there is no light between heaven and earth, lightning flashes across, thunder is deafening, it seems that thousands of troops and horses run over it, and it seems like a flood roaring and rushing, such as the collapse of heaven and earth, and the momentum is terrible. After all, the sun is shining, everything is lush and more agile. At this moment, I understand that the summer in the south of the Yangtze River is not only cool and pleasant among the green hills and willows, but also full of exciting storms, which are really colorful.
A flash of lightning, like an arrow leaving the string, went straight into the sky and drew a beautiful broken line in the night sky. In the blink of an eye, it was dark and the earth returned to the hands of the dark devil.