crisscross造句

Ducts and pipes crisscross.

Things go crisscross.

You're going to be sitting crisscross applesauce.

Four-lane highways crisscross the country.

Across the railway is a crisscross Street alley.

Streets and squares crisscross to form a chessboard layout.

This was Nahal David, one of four springs that crisscross the oasis.

The peace of the world is easy, the crisscross paths are difficult to meet.

There are numerous crisscross paths in the mountains, in the canyon, and in the great river.

And I saw the crisscross of twisting turning streets leading to the square.

Moon white stone bright, dog teeth crisscross, Slight Snow particles, grass and trees are shining strange, quietly fear.

The crisscross personnel relations and the intricate contradictions and conflicts make it difficult for him to move forward.

Under the magnificent mountain peaks, two streams crisscross each other are flowing happily. The fish were swimming freely.

Minh uses crutches and a wheelchair to get around his home and a specially equipped 1990 Toyota to crisscross the neighborhoods where he distributes newspapers.

Concrete plates under restrained condition were prepared using special plate molds and specimens drilled in the central position, diagonal position and crisscross position of the concrete plates.

African drum drum body physique and symbols, the crisscross lines totem with contemporary, from the abstract element extracted element symbols adornment design, throughout the interior space.

The Xiba River in the region will become an ornamental River after its rehabilitation, thus constituting a three-dimensional traffic network with all directions and crisscross.

Losing the crisscross scaly bark of the green willow is like the wrinkles on the face of a silent old man.

Then began the fall of the lights, quiet like the night of water, the crisscross of love in the crisscross of strangers, after all other people's death, other people's city, like the green, long grey, in the left, I in the right, tea, like a Sophora like old tenderness, after all, in this purple Street Xiao Xiao chic autumn mela

Love is not deep, it is too deep. It is not love that is not known. It is love that knows wine. Perhaps, in the life of the crisscross, no one has changed a crisscross once, just, in the gradual look back, those pain, crying, all deducted into strong, those who can not bear to forget, forget to forget, all wind into the scenery.

So Beijing launched a massive upgrade initiative, building more than 25,000 miles of expressways that now crisscross the country and are as good as the best roads in the U. S. or Europe.

I gathered all my courage and looked down. I saw the square in the center of the village. And I saw the crisscross of twisting turning streets leading to the square.

I made an appointment with two friends, starting from a hired boat on the southeast Bank of Qingpudian Lake, to cut across the lake to the west, and after walking through the lake, I entered the crisscross River network.

There are many ancient trees in the dense forest. A ray of sunshine penetrates through the cracks of leaves, which is quite poetic and picturesque. The thorns and vegetation crisscross, revealing a wide range of paths.

Baoqian is south of the Hengduan Mountains, north of the main plateau, the territory of large and small mountains crisscross, overlapping peaks, beautiful mountains and gorges deep, unique and beautiful scenery.

In the cross of the crisscross Road, the scenery is pleasant, only the dance of autumn leaves, self - flying, eyes full of leaves, like a flying Jade Butterfly, bright and elegant, with the cool autumn wind, flutter and fall, wear the branch of water, it leads to my eyes and imagination.

One inch of emotion, a yearning, lonely in the world, who makes the bitter brew of Acacia, brew a thousand years of treasure, thousands of years of watch, red dust crisscross, cold and warm autumn, who use the hope of a fool, a circle, like water in China, whose palm holds the yearning!

Never remember to miss what you never had. Life is not a journey of mountains and rivers, but a journey of walking in the red dust of the crisscross streets. We meet, miss, joys and sorrows, clutch, and then pile up a complicated world.