His complexion changed, and he grew ghastly pale.
We have to pay in dribs and drabs.
The path zigzags up the hill.
Father still, the lake water seems darker, changing from silver white near at hand, through light blue, deep blue, finally to dark green, all being very distinct.
Thirty-odd of us, in group of threes and fives, strolled wherever we liked.
The river water near the ship changes its color from yellow to iron blue in the middle of the river and to silver grey near the bank. Some small ships are puffing out coal smoke. At the end of the chimney it is black. In the shadow of the ship, the river is light blue, rice yellow and pale white. In the slanting sun rays, it is brown yellow.
If we can squeeze a little time in our busy life to invite two or three of our friends to dine with laughter and relive our life experience, this kind of pleasure is no less interesting than lingering among the blue mountains and green waters.