Answer: SimileHe's brave as a lion.His heart felt like a frail glass fell into pieces.That boy screams like a little girl.That grown person still sleep like a baby.She screams louder like a lion.MetaphorThe stars look beautifulThose are night owls.A blanket of snow.his heart was broken.A new flames sparks.PersonificationA wind whispers through my earsThose trees danced freely by the wind.The sun looks down with a joyful smile and waves at us.That poor flower still suffering form thirst and begging us to water them.The gray clouds started to cry.