Rebirth of Extreme Evolution

Outside the city of C, there is a forest of willows and pine trees, not more than a mile from the city. This wood is just above the coast. If we pass City C by boat, we can clearly see this black wood and see its shadow reflected in the sea water. The woods are full of flat grass, and occasionally there are a few large rocks lying loosely... In this forest, although the willows withered in the winter, because the pine trees flourished with their green branches and leaves, they were not very scattered. But in the spring and summer, there are green waves that willows dance, and at the same time the birds sing different natural wonderful songs, the cicadas open their throats, and a gentle wind blows from the sea. It's refreshing to see the ground - this wood is a place to appreciate the wonders of nature!

(Jiang Guangci: On the Yalu River, Selected Works of Jiang Guangci, p. 325)

It was quiet in the woods, and there was no sound of the wind blowing at all. Occasionally, a squirrel was biting the pine bud to the ground, or Toriko suddenly flapped its wings. From the sparse woods a starry sky could be seen in the distance, over a few dark peaks. Soon, behind the mountain, the light gradually lit up, the stars faded, and a round moon that was not round slowly appeared. The woods were immediately plated with silver light, and the black and white shadows of the leaves immediately appeared on the wet ground.

(Ai Wu: Twilight Night and Ai Wu's Short Stories, p. 389)

The jungle in the Qinling Mountains - this mysterious place, on the plain outside J Mountain, after the Qingming Festival, it is already a lush green field and thick shady bushes, and here, the mountains and plains are full of pear trees, wrapped peaches, Poplars, birches, lindens, kudzu... There are also many bushes that cannot be named, the buds are bulging, why haven't they sprouted? Ah ah? On the rocks of the high mountains, there are still unmelted ice skater.

(Liu Qing: History of Entrepreneurship, Part 1, p. 395)

... The stick trees that are densely covered in the forest are all showing a new green. ... White and blue Pulsatillas can be seen in the moss, as well as stamens and ferns. The bark softened by the heavy rain gave off a pleasant smell, while in the forest, on the ground of pine needles and dead wood, there was a pungent smell. The sun cast a rainbow on the top of the tree and the raindrops on the branches, and the birds sang joyously on it.

([Wave] Xian Keweizhi; Crusader Knights p. 647)

This part looks like a cathedral, doesn't it? Rows of pine trunks are pillars, there are side chapels, here is the main altar...Look, look! Now the sun is shining through the treetops like from It was as if the Gothic windows were shining in. How bizarrely these visions have changed. J now unfolds before us a boudoir, and the low bushes are small armchairs. Not even a mirror is missing, which was left by the rain not long ago...

([Wave]Pruss: Goga p. 768)

Behind the house, there is a vast and ancient garden. From the back of the house, it passes through the village and leads to the wild land. Although it is also desolate and desolate, it is uniquely alive. In this vast village and its picturesque wildness. , remarkably wonderful demeanor. In nature, the interlaced branches of trees, the uneven domes and green clouds that prosperously spread out like quivering leaves, stop in the clear blue sky. A gigantic birch, the top of which was shattered by a storm or thunderbolt, the stout white stem, standing out from the ten thousand green clumps, was as round as a slender and beautiful marble column in the air,

But there is no stigma, but a very slanted broken scar. On the snow-white background, it looks like a hat or a black bird. The shimmering green hop vines are about to emerge from the tight embrace of elderberries, sagebrushes, and hazel trees, and extend up the trunk, finally wrapping around a half-cracked birch, getting halfway, it hangs down again Now, I want to grab the tops of other trees, or the long tendrils; hanging in the air, the small hooks are rolled into a circle and swayed in the soft wind. The blue forest under the bright sunshine is separated from each other in several places, showing a dark and deep hole, like a yawning tiger's mouth, which is all hidden in the dark shade, and faintly in this dark depth. The visible things, one can only guess are: a narrow path, some broken railings, a pavilion that is about to fall, a rotten willow trunk, close to the back of the willow tree, exposed silver-gray bushes, **** Withered branches and leaves scattered in the barren land, and a young maple tree stretched its green and draped leaves far away. There was a ray of sunlight, which turned into a transparent golden star, shining brightly in the thick darkness. At the end of the garden, there were several poplar trees that were taller than the other trees, and there were several large crow nests on the tops of the trembling trees. Among the poplars, there was a broken branch, but it was not completely broken, and it hung desolately with dead leaves. All in all, everything is beautiful...

([Russian] Gogol: Dead Souls pp. 226-227)

There are about two or three hundred giant oaks and trellis trees in the whole wood. Their neat and sturdy trunks stand majestically black above the golden and transparent green leaves of the hazel and rowan trees; these trunks rise high, and in the clear blue sky they are neatly contoured, like The sky spreads out their splayed, knobby branches, . Flowers, with amanitas, chestnuts, milk mushrooms, acorns, and red toadstools, and bright red strawberries on the grass in the broad bushes... What a shady place in the woods then At the hottest noon, it is the same as at night: quiet, fragrant, and cool.

([Russian] Turgenev: The Hunter's Notes pp. 229-230)

The sun was setting behind the dense forest, and in the setting sun the birches that dotted the aspen groves stood distinctly with their drooping twigs and roaring shoots. From the dense forest still covered with remnants of snow came the low murmuring of a serpentine trickle. Birds chirped and flew from time to time among the trees. In the silence, the rustling of last year's leaves, touched by the melting of the soil and the growth of the grass, can be heard.

([Russian] Leo Tolstoy: Anna Karenina, p. 238)

The forest was silent and mysterious. The bald branches of the larch are teetering with silver frost. The soft glow of the Northern Lights penetrated the top of the tree, shone down along the tree, and suddenly a snow-covered forest glade, and suddenly a huge dead tree half buried in the snow... In an instant, everything fell into silence and mystery again. in the darkness.

([Russian] Korolenko: Magal's Dream, Foreign Short Stories, Vol. 2, p. 211)

The apple trees are blooming, and the whole village is filled with pink clouds and a bitter aroma, and the scent of flowers is everywhere, and it dilutes the smell of soot and feces. Hundreds of thousands of apple trees dressed in pink brocade woven from petals like a festival, lined up neatly from the village to the fields. Whenever the moon is bright, the spring breeze is rippling, the flower branches are swaying, and there is a slight rustling sound, and the golden blue waves seem to drown the village.

([Su] Gorky: My University p. 125)

Surrounding them was a primeval forest, shrouded in the waiting silence of autumn, full of golden leaves and dead grass. A gray-bearded red deer sheds its hair in a tuft of yellow branches. The cool spring water is flowing, and the dew on the branches is still dry, crystal clear, and the leaves are also reflected in yellow. But the beast had roared long ago, terrifyingly, and with unbearable enthusiasm; as if in the golden bleakness of the primeval forest there was a behemoth breathing forever.

([Su] Fadeev: Destruction, p. 117)

The delicate pine cones are shining like small yellow lanterns, each pine needle is independently shining with the color of red and blue feathers, and the scaly green trunk is splendidly like a mother-of-pearl illuminated by a little sunlight. The spruce stands upright, the branches cuddling close to each other, forming a thick wall, much like an army marching in unison, one wearing a pine-cone helmet—the tip of the tree, holding a spear branch The spruce forest seems to be an army on alert, waiting quietly for orders to attack, rescue, defend, and capture the enemy.

([Su) Lipatov: Igor Savovich, p. t75)

A cold wind blew across the field. It was pitch black in the woods, and there was absolutely no sound of the leaves rubbing against each other, nor the half-clear light of a summer night. The tall scorpion danced fiercely. Withered bushes rustled on the ground in the forest edge. The grown weeds swam like eel in the cold wind. Zhen Mang flexed and fluttered, as if he stretched out his long arms, claws open to grab people. The clumps of hay hurried away in the wind, as if a catastrophe was imminent, rushing away in a hurry. There are desolate and desolate fields in all directions. (

[French] Hugo: Les Miserables p. 468)

Soderley Woods is miserable. ...The soldiers moved forward cautiously. Flowers bloomed on all sides, and all around them was a wall of quivering branches, from which the lovely coolness of the leaves fell upon men; here and there the sun shone through green shadows; on the ground, The iris, the calamus of the swamp, the narcissus of the prairie, the little flowers that herald sunny days-daisies, the crocuses of spring, adorn the sides and middle of a thick green carpet with moss of all shapes and forms, From looking like a caterpillar to looking like a star. The soldiers advanced step by step in silence, gently poking at the thorns. Birds sang over the bayonet.

([French] Hugo: 93 page 5)

At this time, the boundless jungle stretched out on both sides of the road, like a coat, wrapping the entire hillside. This is the clump, the undetectable clump, where there are greenwoods, junipers, rock pears, frankincense, saffron, dianthus, laurel, myrtle, boxwood, and among the branches and leaves of these trees there are hairs like hair Twisted peony vines, giant ferns, honeysuckle, gorse, rosemary, lavender, briar, spread across the ridge in a woolly mess that couldn't be cleaned.

([French] Maupassant: Life, p. 65)

There is an oval basin in the middle of the earth... Surrounded by a forest of splendid autumn colors: copper-colored beech trees, pale yellow chestnut trees, cool tea trees with coral-like fruits, cherry trees sticking out their fiery red tongues, Moss peach with orange leaves, bergamot, brown tinder... The whole is like a pile of burning thorns. In this raging forest, a skylark that was full of fruit and drunk by the sun flew out.

([French] Romain Rolland: John Christopher Volume IV, p. 189)

And in an instant, the sky seemed to smile suddenly, and the sun radiated, toward the hazy forest, with a flood of light, every green leaf was thriving, the yellow leaves turned golden, the gray of the bleak old trees The trunk also shone brightly. Objects that were supposed to cause shadows are now luminous things. The channel of that brook, too, can be traced, following its joyous gleam, to the mysterious heart of the forest, which has become a joyful mystery.

([US] Hawthorne; The Scarlet Letter, p. 170)

In the forest, elephants have erected canopies, branches and leaves are covered, and birds and flowers are fragrant. The refreshing air makes medicine pale in comparison. The glade was light and dark, dark moss lichens, bright creeks shimmering between ferns and laurels. They looked out of the clumps of leaves and had a wonderful view of the valley looming in the distance in the milky haze.

([U.S.] O. Henry: The Black Buyer, O. Henry's Short Stories, p. 320)

The woods in the Unk Hills were still rustling, but the sound was different from before. At that time, Yanoshe's heavy sigh was mixed with the rustling sound. Many trees have withered and few new ones are born. The earth gradually showed a chilling scene. Huge animals, tall trees, and great passions all began to disappear from the ground. But the little birds were still building their nests, singing, and chirping and chatting; the ladybugs that had flown to Ballnots were still hovering over Pozos. But who cares about this?

([Hungary] Miksart: A Strange Marriage p. 286)

description of trees

Pine, loose! The festival is heavy, the ability is old, and the winter is resolved. The mouth invades Bihan, the towering green peaks, the shape of the scorpion is like a cover, and the power of the cockroach is like a dragon. The wind is rustling in Maoye, the dense branches are full of moon shadows, and the four seasons are often gentlemen's exercises, and five of them have been awarded by doctors.

(Feng Menglong; Cui Ya Nei Bai Ying Zhao Yao Jing Shi Tong Yan pp. 265-266)

When it was time to hold the lantern, the two big locust trees outside the door were like two huge hens, with their black wings of charity, as if they were going to cover the five or six families below.

(Lao She: Four Generations Together, p. 43)

This elm tree is in the northwest corner of the garden. When the wind comes, the elm tree whistles first; when the rain comes, the big elm tree smokes first. As soon as the sun came out, the leaves of the big elm trees glowed, and they shimmered like clam shells on the beach.

(Xiao Hong: Biography of Hulan River, pp. 64-65)

In summer, a row of tall aspen trees on the banks of the Jinshui River stand like dozens of giants at the foot of Mount Mang. It was upright, stretched out in the sky, and its dense dark green leaves gleamed dazzlingly in the sun. No matter how small the wind blows, it always whistles toward the valley, and it always opens its throat to sing to the people of Poplar Village.

(Li Zhun: Poplar Tree and Li Shuangshuang Biography pp. 34-35)

A heavy snow covered the mountains with a quilt—it was winter. Only the pine and firewood trees are not afraid of the cold, ice and snow, and they still stand in the white snow, swaying with the ferocious northwest wind, making a piercing whistling, as if deliberately despising winter. It is said that the reason why the pine tree is evergreen in all seasons is not afraid of winter, because the Tang monk was passing by the mountain when he was studying the scriptures, and was in a hurry to escape the pursuit of the monster. He accidentally cut his arm by a pine branch, and the pine tree needles were stained with Tang monk's blood, and it has been immortal since then. Not getting old.

(Feng Deying, Bitter Cauliflower pp. 1-2)

The big locust tree has a round cover, covered with black and green leaves, and has a string of white and yellow flowers, exuding a delicate fragrance. Like a natural big tent, blocking the west sun. The light spots of Huahua Dada sifted from the leaves scattered on their bodies and faces. This place was originally very windy and cool, and now the wind and coolness also has a power to stir people's hearts.

(Haoran: Sunny Sky p. 257)

At last I found a large beech with a plump trunk and an unusually splendid top of leaves, appearing in front of the line of trees that crossed each other, and came to challenge me like an ancient king shouting at the enemy and asking for a single-handed contest. I was dazzled by the confidence of every branch, every cluster of leaves of this beech, so firm, so well-defined, so vigorous and blessed.

([De] Keller: Henry in Green, p. 179)

There is a tall pine tree, all alone, like a forgotten sentinel with its melancholy head and its twisted branches and its fan-shaped tufts, surrounded by an aging northwesterly wind (this is divine punishment) Dry and cracked.

([French] Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Mount Chito, p. 295)

A twig reflecting the artificial light suddenly protrudes from the bushes like a play, the arms that have lost the luster of their leaves, the higher and more solemn, the darker, the more terrifying, are held high in the night sky, the desolate treetops. , escaping deeply into eternal darkness, as if complaining about the radiance that shines on its roots.

([Russian] Gogol: Dead Souls p. 238)

Only on certain summer evenings does it (the poplar) stand solitary among the low bushes, facing the red light of the setting sun, bathed in the same fiery red from root to tip, shining and trembling Or, on a clear and windy day, it tossed and tossed loudly in the azure sky, whispering, as if every leaf of it wanted to get rid of it and flew away—only At times like these, this tree is lovely.

([Russian] Turgenev, The Hunter's Notes, p. 281)

The trunk of the apple tree is covered with dry moss, and its ragged, bare branches are dotted with a few reddish green leaves, and stretched out into the air like an old man's begging, bent at his elbows arm.

([Russian] Turgenev: Virgin Land p. 331)

There was an oak tree by the roadside. It is about ten times the age of the birches that stand in the forest, ten times thicker and twice as tall. It was a big tree, and its waist was about two hugs in size. Apparently some of its branches had been broken a long time ago, and scars appeared on its skin. With large, disproportionately outstretched arms, and knobby hands and fingers, it stood like an old, stern, arrogant monster among the smiling birches. Only the dead, evergreen firs that dot the woods, and this oak tree, refuses to yield to the magic of spring, pays no attention to it, nor to the sun.

([Russian] Leo Tolstoy: War and Peace p. 697)

... At this time, a solitary poplar appeared on the mountain. Who planted it? Why did it grow there? God knows. It was difficult to take the eyes off its slender figure and green clothes. Is this beauty happy? It is hot in summer, cold in winter, windy and snowy; on the dreadful autumn night, only darkness is seen, nothing is heard except the wild roaring wind, and the worst thing is to be alone for a lifetime...

([Russian] Chekhov: Grassland and Selected Novels of Chekhov, pp. 156-157)

Occasionally a submerged weeping willow, its branches and leaves hanging like a corpse, showed its heavy demeanor from the misty rain.

([French] Maupassant: Life, page 5)

The tree-lined road soaked by the continuous autumn rain stretches under the trembling poplar trees. The poplar trees were almost bare, with dead leaves falling all over the ground. The slender branches swayed in the cold wind, shaking the remnant leaves that were about to float into the air. These yellow and golden circle-like remnants of leaves, all day long, like the non-stop autumn rain, mournfully cut away from the dead branches, whirling and fluttering, falling to the ground.

([French] Maupassant; Life, p. 75)

The leaves of the sycamore tree and the bodhi tree fell one after another in the strong wind. Every time a gust of cold wind blows, the frosted leaves suddenly break away from the branches, like a flock of birds, flying in the wind.

([French] Maupassant; Life, p. 79)

Then the evening wind caused a commotion among some tall old elm trees deep in the garden. . . In the frenzy, swaying their violent arms about, as if their secret words were indeed so sinister as to disturb their inner peace, while some old storm-ravaged crow's nests resting on the higher branches, like a stormy sea swaying like a broken ship,

([English] Dickens: David Coper p. 8)

Going down the Laurel Path, I saw the wreckage of the horse chestnut tree standing there, black and split, its trunk split in half in the middle, with a sinister opening. The split halves are not completely detached, because the solid base and thick roots keep the lower part from separating, although the shared vitality has been destroyed - the sap is no longer flowing, the branches on both sides are dead, and by the year In winter, storms must have scraped branches on one or both sides to the ground. But now, it can also be called a tree—a dead tree, but a whole dead tree.

([English] Charlotte Bronte: Jane Eyre, pp. 361-362)

The dim apple tree stood still, and the countless flowers and buds above looked so soft and vaguely contoured that they were all alive by the magic of the wriggling moonlight. He had the strangest feeling, as if he had a real companion, as if a million moths or spirits had floated in and stayed between the dim sky and the darker ground, at the level of his eyes The space opens and closes its wings.

([English] Galsworthy; The Apple Tree, p. 69)

fruit vegetables

He couldn't wait to be busy, so he went to Pantao Garden to investigate. ...but see that, every day is burning, every single one. Every day, the flowers and trees are scorched, and the fruit of each tree is pressed against the branches. The fruit is pressed down on the branches, and the flowers are full of rouge on the tree. When the season opens, it is ripe for thousands of years, and there is no summer, no winter, and ten thousand years of delay. Precooked, with a drunken face: still alive, with green skin with pedicles. The condensed smoke muscle is green, and the sun is shining. Under the tree, there are wonderful flowers and different plants, and the four seasons are all indifferent. The left and right buildings are combined with the building, and there are often clouds in the air. It is not a common species in Xuandu, but the Queen Mother of Yaochi cultivated it by herself.

(Wu Chengen: Journey to the West pp. 54-55)

A good vineyard. But see: stone caskets are carved on all sides, surrounded by thick green leaves. The frost color on the eyes is like a thousand purple bullets falling with tassel, and the nose is scented with autumn fragrance, like ten thousand embroidered belts of green clouds. The horse's milk is let down, and the crystal balls are filled with nectar pulp; It is a seed from the Western Regions, and it is a treasure of hidden Ganquan. The flowers and trees at the end of the four seasons are lined with secluded flowers, and the bright moon and breeze are priceless.

(Xiao Xiaosheng: Jin Ping Mei Chapter 27, page 9)

In the middle of September of the lunar calendar, the pomegranates are already overripe, and some open their delicate mouths one by one, revealing water-red seeds that are full of jewels, enticing the saliva of passers-by.

(Ye Zi: The Walking Army, The Selected Works of Ye Zi, p. 299)

When the earth just woke up from the thin morning light, in the solemn and cool orchard garden, the dense leaves swayed slightly on the stretched branches, how could it not hide the tired and steady fruit. There were still occasional glittering dewdrops in the bushes, like the dazzling stars in a foggy night. Those red peels have a fuzz, or a thin layer of frost, that appears soft and moist. The clouds rose, and through the gaps of the dense green leaves, the golden rosy clouds shone through, and the forest reflected the thin wisps of transparent lavender and pale yellow light.

(Ding Ling; The Sun Shines on the Sanggan River, p. 181)

A rainy summer is followed by a sunny autumn. The branches in the orchard are covered with various fruits. The red apple glows like an ivory ball. Some trees have already been dressed in the splendid attire of late autumn, which is the color of fire like tea, the color of fruit, the color of ripe melons, the color of oranges and lemons, the color of delicious food, the color of barbecued meat. The forest was full of red brilliance, and the transparent wild flowers were like blossoming flames on the grassland.

([French] Romain Rolland: John Christophe Volume 1, page 333)

Outside the city of C, there is a forest of willows and pine trees, not more than a mile from the city. This wood is just above the coast. If we pass City C by boat, we can clearly see this black wood and see its shadow reflected in the sea water. The woods are full of flat grass, and occasionally there are a few large rocks lying loosely... In this forest, although the willows withered in the winter, because the pine trees flourished with their green branches and leaves, they were not very scattered. But in the spring and summer, there are green waves that willows dance, and at the same time the birds sing different natural wonderful songs, the cicadas open their throats, and a gentle wind blows from the sea. It's refreshing to see the ground - this wood is a place to appreciate the wonders of nature!

(Jiang Guangci: On the Yalu River, Selected Works of Jiang Guangci, p. 325)

It was quiet in the woods, and there was no sound of the wind blowing at all. Occasionally, a squirrel was biting the pine bud to the ground, or Toriko suddenly flapped its wings. From the sparse woods a starry sky could be seen in the distance, over a few dark peaks. Soon, behind the mountain, the light gradually lit up, the stars faded, and a round moon that was not round slowly appeared. The woods were immediately plated with silver light, and the black and white shadows of the leaves immediately appeared on the wet ground.

(Ai Wu: Twilight Night and Ai Wu's Short Stories, p. 389)

The jungle in the Qinling Mountains - this mysterious place, on the plain outside J Mountain, after the Qingming Festival, it is already a lush green field and thick shady bushes, and here, the mountains and plains are full of pear trees, wrapped peaches, Poplars, birches, lindens, kudzu... There are also many bushes that cannot be named, the buds are bulging, why haven't they sprouted? Ah ah? On the rocks of the high mountains, there are still unmelted ice skater.

(Liu Qing: History of Entrepreneurship, Part 1, p. 395)

... The stick trees that are densely covered in the forest are all showing a new green. ... White and blue Pulsatillas can be seen in the moss, as well as stamens and ferns. The bark softened by the heavy rain gave off a pleasant smell, while in the forest, on the ground of pine needles and dead wood, there was a pungent smell. The sun cast a rainbow on the top of the tree and the raindrops on the branches, and the birds sang joyously on it.

([Wave] Xian Keweizhi; Crusader Knights p. 647)

This part looks like a cathedral, doesn't it? Rows of pine trunks are pillars, there are side chapels, here is the main altar...Look, look! Now the sun is shining through the treetops like from It was as if the Gothic windows were shining in. How bizarrely these visions have changed. J now unfolds before us a boudoir, and the low bushes are small armchairs. Not even a mirror is missing, which was left by the rain not long ago...

Outside the city of C, there is a forest of willows and pine trees, not more than a mile from the city. This wood is just above the coast. If we pass City C by boat, we can clearly see this black wood and see its shadow reflected in the sea water. The woods are full of flat grass, and occasionally there are a few large rocks lying loosely... In this forest, although the willows withered in the winter, because the pine trees flourished with their green branches and leaves, they were not very scattered. But in the spring and summer, there are green waves that willows dance, and at the same time the birds sing different natural wonderful songs, the cicadas open their throats, and a gentle wind blows from the sea. It's refreshing to see the ground - this wood is a place to appreciate the wonders of nature!

(Jiang Guangci: On the Yalu River, Selected Works of Jiang Guangci, p. 325)

It was quiet in the woods, and there was no sound of the wind blowing at all. Occasionally, a squirrel was biting the pine bud to the ground, or Toriko suddenly flapped its wings. From the sparse woods a starry sky could be seen in the distance, over a few dark peaks. Soon, behind the mountain, the light gradually lit up, the stars faded, and a round moon that was not round slowly appeared. The woods were immediately plated with silver light, and the black and white shadows of the leaves immediately appeared on the wet ground.

(Ai Wu: Twilight Night and Ai Wu's Short Stories, p. 389)

(Ai Wu: Twilight Night and Ai Wu's Short Stories, p. 389)

The jungle in the Qinling Mountains - this mysterious place, on the plain outside J Mountain, after the Qingming Festival, it is already a lush green field and thick shady bushes, and here, the mountains and plains are full of pear trees, wrapped peaches, Poplars, birches, lindens, kudzu... There are also many bushes that cannot be named, the buds are bulging, why haven't they sprouted? Ah ah? On the rocks of the high mountains, there are still unmelted ice skater.

(Ai Wu: Twilight Night and Ai Wu's Short Stories, p. 389)

The jungle in the Qinling Mountains - this mysterious place, on the plain outside J Mountain, after the Qingming Festival, it is already a lush green field and thick shady bushes, and here, the mountains and plains are full of pear trees, wrapped peaches, Poplars, birches, lindens, kudzu... There are also many bushes that cannot be named, the buds are bulging, why haven't they sprouted? Ah ah? On the rocks of the high mountains, there are still unmelted ice skater.

([Su) Lipatov: Igor Savovich, p. t75)

A cold wind blew across the field. It was pitch black in the woods, and there was absolutely no sound of the leaves rubbing against each other, nor the half-clear light of a summer night. The tall scorpion danced fiercely. Withered bushes rustled on the ground in the forest edge. The grown weeds swam like eel in the cold wind. Zhen Mang flexed and fluttered, as if he stretched out his long arms, claws open to grab people. The clumps of hay hurried away in the wind, as if a catastrophe was imminent, rushing away in a hurry. There are desolate and desolate fields in all directions. (

[French] Hugo: Les Miserables p. 468)

(Liu Qing: History of Entrepreneurship, Part 1, p. 395)

... The stick trees that are densely covered in the forest are all showing a new green. ... White and blue Pulsatillas can be seen in the moss, as well as stamens and ferns. The bark softened by the heavy rain gave off a pleasant smell, while in the forest, on the ground of pine needles and dead wood, there was a pungent smell. The sun cast a rainbow on the top of the tree and the raindrops on the branches, and the birds sang joyously on it.

([Su) Lipatov: Igor Savovich, p. t75)

A cold wind blew across the field. It was pitch black in the woods, and there was absolutely no sound of the leaves rubbing against each other, nor the half-clear light of a summer night. The tall scorpion danced fiercely. Withered bushes rustled on the ground in the forest edge. The grown weeds swam like eel in the cold wind. Zhen Mang flexed and fluttered, as if he stretched out his long arms, claws open to grab people. The clumps of hay hurried away in the wind, as if a catastrophe was imminent, rushing away in a hurry. There are desolate and desolate fields in all directions. (

[French] Hugo: Les Miserables p. 468)

(Liu Qing: History of Entrepreneurship, Part 1, p. 395)

... The stick trees that are densely covered in the forest are all showing a new green. ... White and blue Pulsatillas can be seen in the moss, as well as stamens and ferns. The bark softened by the heavy rain gave off a pleasant smell, while in the forest, on the ground of pine needles and dead wood, there was a pungent smell. The sun cast a rainbow on the top of the tree and the raindrops on the branches, and the birds sang joyously on it.