rustling造句

The autumn wind is rustling.

The autumn wind is rustling [soughing].

The leaves are rustling in the wind.

The wind rustling the long leaves sounded like her voice.

We, the rustling leaves, have a voice that.

But he heard a rustling in the branches, and a golden apple fell into his hand.

Drooping willow, rustling soft, like a girl's waist, moving with the wind.

Late autumn morning, autumn rain dripping, autumn wind blowing the sound of rustling leaves.

The autumn wind was rustling and the leaves fell in profusion.

Qui-Gon approached slowly, with just enough deliberate rustling so as not to startle her.

Thee rustling in the air, I stomped, anxiously waiting in the long tail, cursing the damn cold group.

52they bundled their books away, pencils clacking, pages rustling. Crowding together they strapped and buckled their satchels, all gabbling gaily.

We, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the storms, but who are you so silent? "I."

A cool, bright eyes, light on the summer green curtains, listen to the breath, rustling hovering in the ear.

He thought there might be more deer in the area, because he heard something rustling around in the grass.

At 6:30 am every day, when you are still in the sweet dreams. We have found that a "rustling" sound in the street?

Back in prehistoric days, any new piece of information might be critical - a rustling in the bushes, for example, could mean a tiger was about to leap.

Once while Tess was at the window where the cages were ranged, giving her lesson as usual, she thought she heard a rustling behind the bed.

In the rustling autumn wind, Lu Zuofu boarded the "Shutong" steamer of China Merchants Bureau again and went back to his hometown Hechuan.

With a cry he woke up and stared about him. There was the fiery sun still blazing down on the rustling plantain leaves. Already half of his dream had slipped his mind.

The grass flowers are rustling on both sides of the road, and they are long in the blank spaces of the stones, and a bunch of white flowers and white flowers are stacked up.

One felt that Joy had flown down, and was inhabiting there; one heard the rippling of Joy' s laughter. And, indeed, through all the theatre had risen a rustling and whispering; and sudden bursts of laughing rapture.

The night of the day of April, the sound of the breeze stirring the tree, is a song in the quiet night, no winter wind whistling, no wind, no autumn wind rustling, only the silk thread of the feelings of innermost innermost sight, sprouted shyness expression.