There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.
"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."
The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily.
The rain is beautiful, and birds are singing in the mountains.
Fish flock in the secluded stream, and birds in the deep forest are tired and sparse.
God magpie God magpie speaks well, pedestrians return to Dolly early.
Egrets fall in autumn water and fly like frost alone.
People die for money, birds die for food!
The sea is wide and the fish jumps, and the sky is high and birds fly.
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Birds can't fly without wings, and people can't be self-reliant without ideals.