The tranquility of the river was brilliant. The leaves on the trees and the 草 was a gorgeous 翠, 翡翠 green, the sky a perfect cyan. The birds were 唱歌 their beautiful song, the river 鱼 leaping from the clear, cool water.
This was true freedom. Everyone would think so. At least, Amanda Rosenberg thought so, but all the people she knew personally thought so too. Her eyes were closed, and she felt the happiness that comes with being free. Her striped 衬衫 blew in the wind. She was a chick, flying from the nest.
"And, if 你 thought Larson the Cyclops was a howler, 你 will 爱情 this...