I remember the first snow in this year. How pretty Grains had down very beautiful from heaven. I had looked at in that Grains and I had thought about my concern questions. I had thought and I had admired that the beautiful view. I love the snow when it downs big Grains. It downs heavy and solemn. I love the first snow very much from all the snow. The first snow downs on the yards, signs, sidewalk and the brunette boys and the prudish girls.
Spill, spill white snow, the first snow and shroud all the world a white blanket.
When we study human language, we are approaching what some might call the "human essence," the distinctive qualities of mind that are, so far as we know, unique to man.NOAM CHOMSKY
