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Metaphorical sentences describing waves

The waves on the sea are like crystal flowers.

The waves are like the hands of the sea, gently playing elegant music.

The spray is a wonder of the sea, but she is more like a dancer. She can make people forget their troubles and enjoy themselves.

The waves beat against the coast, and the splashing waves scattered everywhere like broken beads.

The rolled-up snow-white spray greedily licks the smooth beach like a naughty child; Slowly recede again, like a shy girl gently pulling a long skirt sweeping the floor.

The foam aroused by the spray is like white flowers embroidered on blue satin, which is very beautiful.

Waves, like layers of sleeves danced by a good dancer; Running like a cloud lifted by the wind in the sky, layer upon layer, people feel the infinite charm of nature.

The small white bubbles stirred by the waves are like full pearls in the sun, which is very beautiful!

The waves discharged from the stern are like mushrooms, like fountains everywhere, rushing backwards, like a road, a wavy road.

The waves are like white lotus, and like clusters of blooming flowers.

Beautiful paragraphs and sentences describing waves.

Finally, the waves were smashed by rocks, and the fragments of water droplets still floated forward and splashed on him, which made him excited. The waves continue to rise higher and higher, breaking again and again, breaking again and again.

The ice-blue sea water is fresh and clean, and the waves against it are natural and pure. This enchanting poem is moving and elegant, like a willow branch. Light tenderness, such as flowing water; A little bit of ancient rhyme, if poetic.

The spring tide has risen, like the sound of pines in my hometown, like the voice of a mother calling her daughter.

The rolled-up snow-white spray greedily licks the smooth beach like a naughty child; Slowly recede again, like a shy girl gently pulling a long skirt sweeping the floor.

The waves discharged from the stern are like mushrooms, like fountains everywhere, rushing backwards, like a road, a wavy road.

The vast sea is often calm, like a sleeping doll, without any sound; Sometimes the waves are too big, like a roaring lion, rushing to the shore.

The spray is a wonder of the sea, but she is more like a dancer. She can make people forget their troubles and enjoy themselves.

A wave, a jumping note, a row of waves, a group of passionate melodies, a wave of flowers, a happy life.

When the sea ebbed, it turned back as if it had lost the battle.

You see, the golden beach, lying quietly; The green sea gently beats the beach like a cordial greeting over and over again.

The waves came in layer by layer, like thousands of horses braying, running and fighting. The waves rushed to the cliff, splashing more than ten feet high. The spectacle at that time was beyond description.

The waves beat against the rocks, just like a mother stroking a child in her arms. When the sea breeze blows, the waves make a "rushing" sound, like a lullaby, coaxing the children in their arms to sleep alone.

The sea is roaring, the wind is roaring, and rows of huge waves are set off from time to time. Huge waves rushed forward in rows, toward rocks and everything that stood in his way.

The tide, like a stormtrooper, screamed and shouted and rushed desperately to the beach.

I saw the sea for the first time. It is many times bigger than the sea I imagined. The blue sea is surging and the waves are beating against the rocks on the shore. Looking into the distance, the sky is connected with the sea, and the air is fresh and refreshing.

The rising waves, like a naughty little brother, came to me again and again and played tricks on me. When I tried to shake his hand, he ran away playfully.

The sound of beating the beach rhythmically at high tide or low tide is like a lullaby made by a loving mother patting her baby to sleep.

At the high tide, the surging waves beat, teased and caressed the mossy rock from all directions, and sprinkled it with sparkling pearl-like waves.

Dark green sea water, rolling up a wave higher than a wave of walls rushed over, fighting really like hammering at the enemy.

The seaside at dusk is so charming. She is like an affectionate bride in a shiny dress. The beach in Huang Chengcheng is the ornament of the wedding, the coconut tree is her witness, the birds are the guests of the wedding, the waves beat against the rocks and played the wedding March.

The sea in the moonlight is ravaged by waves and strong winds, like silver on the ground. The front waves attract the back waves, and the back waves push the front waves, and the waves smash the clouds and swallow the waves and twist them into a ball.

The calm lake surface aroused the waves, and my mood was as jubilant as the waves.

The sea is rippling, turning up the waves and caressing the soft beach like a mother.

We stepped barefoot on the soft beach, and the waves came and hit my calf, as if my mother were stroking me gently, and my heart suddenly warmed up.

When the sun rises to the sky or sets, it is the time when the tide rises and falls. At one time, the wind was raging like a horde, until dusk, it was calm and a calm beach was revealed.

Running all the way to the seaside, I stood by the sea. White waves came at me one after another. I jumped smartly. Sometimes two flowers come at the same time. Before I could jump, the waves hit my little feet. It's cool, soft and very comfortable.

The waves are beautiful, like jumping notes.

The waves on the river are dancing and the water is sparkling. A wave, a beating note, a group of waves. A passionate melody, a talk about waves and a life of laughter.

Waves, like layers of sleeves danced by a good dancer; Running like a cloud lifted by the wind in the sky, layer upon layer, people feel the infinite charm of nature.

I have been to the seaside, and I am very excited when the waves are rough. If you stand on a stone, that feeling is wonderful.

In the blue night sky, a full moon casts its clear light on the blue ink waves, and a long quivering beam appears on the sea.

The vast sea seems to be connected with the sky, and the turbulent seawater hits the rocks and makes a thunderous sound.

We ran to the beach to play. Some of our friends splashed water with buckets, some posed for photos, and some people jumped around in the waves. It's really lively!

Layers of waves, pushing forward and rushing back, form huge waves, and each huge wave opens a bunch of snow-white spray in the air at the moment of jumping to the highest place.

The dark night curtain was gently pulled open, the stars shone quietly, the solitary moon wandered among the clouds, the white waves kissed the Emerald Island, and the beautiful fairies were faintly seen singing and dancing among the colorful flowers, showing the liveliness and wonder of life!

Step on a boulder and the waves will bite your toes. Facing the vast sea and sky, I think that ancient Hainan was regarded as a wild land, and only sinners were exiled here. ...

The sea stretched out her gentle little hand, and the waves brushed away the footprints for me. It seems that the golden beach is covered with blonde hair, and she doesn't want me to trample on her beautiful hair at will. I know what she means. Sitting on the rocks by the sea, the sea seems to feel too lonely. It reached out, took out its toy shells, threw them on the beach, and then gently took them back. What a happy time!

Crazy shooting stones, and at the same time, the golden bell is ringing, which is very rhythmic.

The sea is full of Ying Ying. At sunset, the waves jump like naughty children, and the sea is golden.

Looking at the sea, our hearts seem to be broadened. In this state, people are refreshed and relaxed. The sea is at high tide, and the waves in the sea are coming to the shore one after another. Some rise like rolling hills; Some hit the rocks by the sea, splashing waves several meters high and making a wonderful sound of "wow … wow …"!

Unconsciously, the surrounding is completely swallowed up by darkness, and there is darkness everywhere. The sea is more unfathomable and all is silent. Only the waves beat on the beach, making a low and rhythmic sound.

How charming the sea is, but the sea is ever-changing, sometimes angry, sometimes roaring like thunder, and the back waves beat the front waves like thousands of Ma Benteng ... It's terrible.

The sea is vast and magnificent. It is ever-changing, sometimes ups and downs, surging; Sometimes it's calm and silent.

Standing by the sea and looking out, I saw the endless blue ocean, with silver waves rolling.

"wow! Hey! " The waves beat against the rocks, destroying the sparkling white waves several feet high. The waves rushed to the shore, gently stroking the soft beach, and reluctantly retreated. Always touch again and again, draw silver lines on the beach, like setting a glittering silver frame on the vast sea, making the sea more beautiful and charming.

From the day the sea fell to the ground, God brought it to the world. He is like a philosopher and a fool, with a slightly ironic and humorous expression, which makes everyone awake unable to avoid its interruption.

The sea is always like this. One wave goes down, another wave will come up again, and it will advance tirelessly day after day ... Although it will be pushed back by the shore again and again, she is still persevering in pursuing her goals and ideals because she has a broad mind.

The blue sea waves are rolling, and the waves are beating against the rocks on the shore. Looking into the distance, the sky and the sea are connected and boundless.

With the fresh and humid sea breeze unique to the sea, it blew away all the fatigue of the journey.

The sea in the moonlight is ravaged by waves and strong winds, like silver on the ground. The front waves attract the back waves, and the back waves push the front waves, and the waves smash the clouds and swallow the waves and twist them into a ball. You hit me, I touch you and turn into hookah foam. The whole sea suddenly turned into a battlefield, and thousands of Ma Benteng drums were ringing.

Surrounded by cliffs, there are waves roaring and beating the rocks all the year round under the cliffs.

The sound of whitewater rolling is like thousands of tanks moving at the same time, making the sound of landslides, as if the earth were shaking.

In the vast blue ocean, the waves keep coming in, hitting the rocks, making a roar of heaven and earth and splashing white foam.

Every spray is deeply charming with the poetry of rising tide. Even after thousands of baptisms, it will drift with the tide. Those hidden secrets are magnificent moments.

Wave, I don't want peony to be beautiful, roses to be enchanting. She is just light and soft, just like silk brushing her face, so soft and elegant.