Spray buffeted the rocks at the bank.

The sky this morning is a mosaic of blue and white.

Lily reached her hand into the cookie jar for a cookie.

The setting of the sun paints Bruce's face with golden light.

The broad river ebbed and flowed between high banks.

The couple drove to the seaside to breathe the ozone every weekend.

Many pretty villas,which are situated on the sides of the hills,came into view,as we drove to the town.

The beautiful landscapes unfolded absolutely before us as we drove up the slope.

We can't see the profile of a distant hill clearly in fog.

The first rays of dawn pierce the mist.

The storm has ceased outside,and it is quiet inside the room.

Occasional dew drops glitter in the grass.

The whole place was humming with life when we arrived.

A group of wolves were running in the bleak plain.