“throbbing”造句，怎麼用throbbing造句

His mind was throbbing with expectation.

My headache faded to a dull throbbing.

The music's throbbing pulse was giving me a headache.

A throbbing or pulsation, as of the heart.

Sciatica pain is often described as searing or sharp, as opposed to achy or throbbing.

A thousand years of throbbing, in the initial appearance, has a good ending.

As he slept there stole into his consciousness a disturbing, rhythmic throbbing which he tried to fight off to keep from waking up.

Has been wandering helpless heart, with the shore can be trusted, but also filled with the basket of happiness, and throbbing up together.

Edmond felt that the moment had arrived, summoned up all his courage, held his breath, and would have been happy if at the same time he could have repressed the throbbing of his veins.

over and over again, very slowly, with a long pause between the first 'B' and the second-a heavy, murmurous sound, somehow curiously savage, in the background of which one seemed to hear the stamp of naked feet and the throbbing of tom-toms.

Life is not perfect, happiness is not a hundred points. Happiness is in the little bit of life, it is from the heart of a feeling, often hidden in a lot of small things, most of the time, that is a touch of the heart of the palpitations, little throbbing, but a sweet feeling, so the taste of happiness is overflowing.

His heart was throbbing.

The blood was throbbing in my veins.

My feet were throbbing after the long walk home.

The glands in her neck were swollen, her head was throbbing and she ached all over.

Being a rural district 15 years ago, the city is now throbbing with the pulse of modern industry.

The breeze, carrying the fragrance of the earth, came rushing to my face, shaking the cherry trees faintly, like my throbbing heart.

以throbbing樂風為基礎的兩個分支以同樣的方式合二為一，使得強烈的服裝風格互相融合，被重新改成新的“部落風格”。

Her heart was throbbing with excitement.

He opened his eyes, panting, his forehead throbbing.

The tenderness of the world, throbbing the flow of time, a look of attachment, a back, silent love caressed the bottom of my heart grievance and loss.

My head was throbbing.

How many throbbing and how many thoughts are coming in the wind?

continuous full and low-pitched throbbing sound.

It is a clear spring day with a mild, caress-ing breeze, The vast universe, throbbing with life, lies spread before us, entertaining the eye and pleas-ing the spinit and all the senses, It is perfect.