The flower was very pretty, it smiled at me and its perfume had such a nice smell.
The Earth keeps on turning and turning, I wonder when it will stop.
My computer is protesting about how I'm using it too much.
In the winter when I am standing outside, my teeth keep on protesting how it's so cold.
The apple was too sour, my teeth didn't like it.
The journey was very long, my feet got very tired.
One day I was packing for my trip, but I couldn't fit everything into my suitcase; I bet my suitcase would start crying if I stuff it anymore.
When I was little I always talked to the maple tree beside my home every time when I felt sad; the tree always nodded its leaves in understanding.
I have always wished that I can fly freely like the clouds; the clouds much be enjoying their freedom very much.
College is a comma of a sentence of life.