Good Sentence
The sun is shining outside the window, and there is a sense of spring. It was only March 20, but the boy lived in the parish of Wymanhaug, in the southern part of the province of Sk?ne, where spring had long since arrived. The woods are not yet green, but they are full of buds and are already in full bloom. In the ditches the ice has melted and turned to water, and the spring flowers are already in bloom along the ditches. The short shrubs growing on the stone fences are all glowing a glossy brownish-red color. In the distance, the forest of mountain birch trees seemed to be expanding and becoming denser every moment. The sky was so high and clear and turquoise blue that there wasn't even half a cloud. The door of the boy's house was half-open and half-hidden, and the lark's gentle cries could be heard in the room. Chickens and geese paced the yard in twos and threes. The cows, too, caught the scent of spring filtering into the barn and mooed now and then.
The cat didn't answer right away. He sat down, curled his tail gracefully into a circle in front of his legs, and fixed his gaze on the boy. It was a very large black cat with a white patch at the base of his neck. The fur around him was very smooth and looked oily when the sun shone on it. His claws were curled up inside his paws, and his two gray eyes were narrowed into thin slits. The cat looked to be very gentle and tame.
He never saw that the weather was really nice, the water murmured in the ditches, the green buds bloomed on the branches, the birds chirped and cried, and all around him was a happy place. And he sat there with a very heavy heart, sad as hell. Nothing at all could cheer him up.
Over the sky was as blue and blue as it was today. Migratory birds flew hurriedly in flocks. They had just come back from a long journey across the Baltic Sea and around Smigelhawk, and were now on their way north. The flocks of birds were of all kinds and species, but he recognized only a few geese, which flew in two rows in a wedge-shaped formation.
. A fragrant smell of earth and turpentine rose from the ground. He could never have imagined what it would be like to soar so high off the ground. It was like flying away from every sorrow, grief, and worry imaginable.
As mentioned earlier, the day was exceptionally clear and the air was so fresh and balmy. It was a wonderful pleasure to soar in such a clear sky and beautiful day.
It dawned on him that the large square of checkered cloth turned out to be the flat earth of Skorne, and that he was flying over it. It began to dawn on him why the earth looked so colorful and all in the shape of squares. The turquoise-colored squares he recognized first; they were rye fields that had been sown last fall and had retained their green color under the snow cover. The grayish-yellow colored squares were fields with stubble roots left over from last summer's crop. Those brown ones were old alfalfa fields, and those black ones were pastures that hadn't grown grass yet or fallow fields that had been plowed.
The brown squares with the yellow edges must be beech woods, for in these woods the large trees mostly grow in the center, and in winter they are bare of leaves, while the small beech trees that grow on the edges of the woods are able to save the dry yellow leaves for the next spring. There were also squares of a dull, fuzzy color with a grey central portion, which were very large estates with houses built around them, the roofs of which were blackened with hay, and in the center were courtyards paved with flagstones. There were also some squares, green in the center part and brown all around, that were gardens where the lawns had begun to take on a greenish color, while the hedges and trees around them were still bare and brown.
While the male goose was so quick and sharp when he spoke of himself, he stammered so much when he spoke of him, and this made him feel bad inside.
He lay there warm and cozy and really, really tired, and in the blink of an eye he was asleep.
The sun was rising, and instead of being yellow and orange, it was red. It seemed to the boy that the sun had an angry look on its face, and he could not understand why it was red with anger, probably because the darkness of the night had taken advantage of the sun's absence to make the earth cold and bleak!
The sun shot out a thousand rays of light, trying to see what bad things the night had done to the earth. Everything around them, far and near, turned red in the face, as if they, too, were ashamed of having followed the darkness in doing wrong. The clouds in the sky, the beech trees as smooth as satin, the tops of the trees that crisscrossed and intertwined, the white frost that covered the beech leaves on the ground, all turned red in the flaming sunlight.
The sun's rays expanded more and more and continued to shoot across the sky, and soon the horrors of the night were completely chased away. Gone was the sight of everything stiff and dead as a fossil, and the earth came back to vigorous life, with the birds and beasts of prey once more busying themselves. A black woodpecker with a red neck pecked at a tree trunk. A squirrel comes out of its nest holding a nut and crouches on a branch to peel and bite the shell. A starling flies this way with a grass root. A bird of prey warbled on a branch
In the morning, at the start of the chase, Smeal the fox was so big and strong that the geese were surprised to see him. Smeal was very particular about looking good. His fur was bright red in color and shiny, with a large snow-white chest, a black nose, and a bushy tail that was as plump as a feather.
The young and old on the farm loved this beautiful little creature with her big tail, her intelligent and curious eyes, and her pretty, small paws. They plan to watch her lithe movements, her deft way of nibbling and peeling nuts, and her amusing
antics all summer long.
The front of the mansion was a large, elegant, classical garden, where neatly trimmed bushes lined the hedges, old trees lined the ground, and paths twisted and turned in the woods. The pond is full of green water, and the fountain is bursting with water droplets. A large piece of lawn mowed flat and neat, lawn side of the flower beds in full bloom colorful spring flowers. It's all very beautiful.
Every summer a pair of storks builds a large nest under the roof. On the top floor lives a pair of owls. In the dark aisles live bats. In the kitchen hearth lives a very old cat. And inside the cellar were clustered hundreds of black rats that had lived there for many years.
Having said this, the stork stretched out his neck, and with a wave of his wings, like an arrow shot away from a bow drawn into a string, he swished away and flew without a trace
It was a really spacious and beautiful nest. It had a wheel at the bottom and was covered with several layers of twigs and grass stems. The nest was old, and many shrubs and weeds had taken root on it. When the female stork crouches in the round pit in the center of the nest to incubate her eggs, she can refresh herself by looking out over a large and beautiful part of Scone, and she can also see the wild rosebuds and evergreens around her close by.
. If Mr. and Mrs. Owl, who can stay up all night, will go out of their way to deliver the message for me, then I think everything will go smoothly."
The boy walked ahead of them blowing. From the time he blew in the starlit hours, the mice followed him around in fascination, blowing until the dawn broke, blowing until the rising sun rose, and still the hordes and hordes of mice followed him in great numbers, led farther and farther away from the great barn of Grimin's building.
Mouth Mouth But if he turned off the main road and walked to the edge of the summit and looked down the sheer cliffs, he would immediately realize that there was so much to see that he didn't know how to see it all. This is because Mount Kura is not surrounded by plains and gorges like the other mountains that stand on the land, but it stretches out far and wide towards the sea. There is not an inch of land at the foot of the mountain to protect it from the waves, which lap directly against the cliffs, scouring and eroding them and changing their shape at will.
Thus, the cliffs have been honed by the sea and the winds that help it to rage into a beautiful and strange shape over the years. There are towering cliffs and deep, eerie canyons that cut into the mountainside. There are rocky promontories jutting out of the water that have been whipped by the wind and have become smooth and sleek. There are rock pillars that rise out of the water and rise to the sky, and there are caves with narrow openings and deep tunnels. There are bare, steep, straight cliffs, and gently sloping beaches with green trees. There are small, delicate headlands and fjords, and small pebbles that crunch against each other as they are washed by every surging wave that laps at the shore. There were magnificent stone gates arching high above the water, and pointed stalagmites that were constantly stirring up foamy white waves, while other stones were reflected in the dark green, still water. There are also in the cliff face of the natural formation of a huge pot like the sky towards the hole, in the cliffs and rocks in the huge gap is to make the tourists think about the ancient exploration of the heroic, must break into the depths of this mountain to find the ancient Kula people's residence must not be.
The animals on Kula Mountain noticed a small, dark cloud suddenly drifting over the plains. Behold! A cloud is now suddenly floating down the Erector Strait towards Mount Kura! The cloud drifted over the playground and stopped moving, and at that very moment the whole cloud emitted a loud chirping sound, as if the whole sky was filled with pleasant tones. This chirping sound rose and fell, one after the other, and continued to linger on and on. Then the whole of this cloud landed on a hill, and the whole cloud covered it at once. In an instant the hill was covered with gray larks, beautiful red, gray and white terns, purple-winged starlings speckled on their plumes, and tender green tits.
They swarmed in long bunches, not in any kind of formation, sometimes performing singly, sometimes three or four running together. All the mountain hares curled up their front legs and straightened their bodies to run forward, and they ran as fast as they could, their long ears wagging in every direction. As they ran forward, they did all sorts of maneuvers, spinning like a gyroscope, jumping up and down, and sometimes tapping their ribs with their front paws to make a thumping drumming sound. Some mountain hares turned many somersaults in a row, some bent their bodies into wheels and rolled forward, and one mountain hare did a one-legged stand-alone, spinning the other leg round and round. Still another mountain hare went forward upside down on its two front legs. They were not orderly at all, but their performance was so funny and entertaining that many of the animals who stood there watching the show were breathing harder and harder. It was now spring, and the day of joy was coming. The cold winter was coming to an end. Summer was coming, and soon life would be as easy as a game.
The big birds, clad in gray twilight clouds, were surprisingly beautiful, not only with beautiful plumes on their wings, but also with a ring of vermilion feathers around their necks. These long-legged, thin-necked, small-headed, large-bodied birds mysteriously swept down from the hills, making everyone's eyes dazzled. As they swept forward, they rotated their bodies, half like soaring, half like dancing. They lifted their wings with elegance and spontaneity, and made all kinds of movements with incredible speed. Their distinctive dance was brilliant. The audience was dazzled by the gray shadows and limp dancing, as if they were the misty clouds rolling and rushing over the desolate swamps, and there was a kind of magic in their dances, which made people who had never been to the Kura Mountains realize that the whole event was named "Crane Dance Performance". Their dances are characterized by a rugged energy, but the feelings they evoke are those of a beautiful and joyful longing. At this moment, no one wants to fight to the death. On the contrary, all animals, winged and unwinged, want to soar from the ground into the boundless sky, beyond the clouds into space to explore the mysteries of eternity. They all want to give up that more and more seemingly heavy body, so that they from the soul pulled back to the ground in the shell to free themselves, and cast to the boundless heavenly realm.
Smith the fox was so big and strong that the geese were surprised to see him. Smeal was very concerned about looking good. His fur was bright red and shiny in color, with a large snow-white chest, a black nose, and a fluffy tail that was as plump as a feather.
. But in the clouds looking down from above, that view was very different. What he saw now was that the clouds were like a great big wagon moving through the air, with mountains of stuff on board: some of them were filled with gray-colored sacks, some of them were loaded with large barrels that were big enough to hold a lake, and some of them were loaded with large tanks and bottles that were so full that they were about to overflow. These wagons grew more and more numerous, and crowded the whole sky to overflowing. Just at this time, as if someone gave a signal, so pouring tanks pouring pots, even bottles with sacks, an ocean of water in general all at once all towards the ground poured down.
The rain brought us spring, and spring made the flowers bloom and the green leaves grow, and the flowers and the green leaves sent the nymphs and the insects, and the nymphs and the insects were our food, plentiful and delicious, and could not have been more delicious." The birds sang heartily.
The geese were also happy about the spring rains, for they had spurred on the growth of seedlings, waking the plants from their slumber, and for the thawing of the thawing water, which had cut holes in the surface of the frozen lake. No longer able to remain as serious and dignified as they had been in the party, they began to make playful, filtered calls toward the ground
Purple Sable was a beautiful figure of unusual appearance, petite and delicate. His figure was slender and long, his head elegant and noble, his fur soft and luxurious, and a ring of pale brown spots around his neck
The river became so crystalline that it was like it was made of glass, and the current crashed to pieces at the bottom of the valley into countless glittering droplets of water and splashing bubbles in every direction. In the middle of that white waterfall jutted out a few large rocks, and the water flowed around them, forming whirlpools that whirred forward.
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