title page造句

What do you see on the title page?

Frontispiece illustration on the page facing the title page of a book.

The title of a book printed at the top of the first page of the text or on a full page preceding the main title page.

The lever arch file is identified by title page and spine which quote the document title and unique file number.

A large gatefold map precedes the title page, but a smaller version is reproduced on each two-page spread.

From title page to colophon, love gave the novel vigoroso life spirit and moral strength.

It analyzed the application of negative space in book cover, title page and inside.

Check the appearance to ensure that the title page and the appropriate format are available.

Open the dusty memory, can the young face on the title page be clearly identified?

But the moment he heard that napoleon had declared himself emperor he tore off the dedication of the title page.

His title page news picture column has published on "WenHui newspaper" first time in the Chinese newspaper history.

This strategy allows you to click a musician's name in the personnel listing on a specific album title page to get to more information on that musician.

"You remind me of an old, old friend," he told her, as he wrote swiftly and carefully on the title page.

Beijing Hutong was the only form of residential areas, Beijing's Hutong as densely vascular title page in every corner of the city.

If, if a distance, to distance to distance, then, I only picked up the hands of the ink, covered with a sad bookmark, in the year of the title page, printed full of ink.

A wisp of wind, a title page, and a few shallow memories. The rain clouds in the sky have not yet left the cotton wadding of memory, and the rain is falling.

The sand painting wiped away yesterday and opened the new title page. A new day began. Cuckoo cheered as usual, and there was more vitality in the quiet room.

What has been said is lost and forgotten. It has been yellowed on the title page of time. My heart has been blooming like a lotus since my farewell. I taste this cup of tea alone.

The night wind, quietly, buried the old dream, close to the thick and uneven past, only in the title page engraved with a long time unforgettable engraved, pillow a thread of sweet and sweet sleep. In the next world, waiting to look back suddenly. This life, read you, the vicissitudes of life!

Like to sit in such a time, not disturbed, write down the clear and comfortable writing, also like the warm sunshine at the moment, the golden light from the window, sprinkled on the shoulders, hair, the title page, warm and soft.