His is working on his own.
now, on his feet; now, on his knees;
He rests on his laurels.
He sat long with his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands, meditating.
Today, I met a new friend. His name is Huang Zhengxuan. He is eight years old. He is in the first grade like me.
The guardian read his ward a sermon on his extravagance.
Nathan watched him climb on his bicycle.
KJV：Because he covereth his face with his fatness, and maketh collops of fat on his flanks.
He lay on his back, his teeth set, his right hand clenched on his breast and his glaring eyes looking straight upward.
Emperor Chongzhen hung his clothes on the tree, took off his crown, spread his hair, put it on his face and hanged himself on the old locust tree.
The happiness of the individual depends not only on his security, his freedom from tyranny, and on his bodily wellbeing, but also on his prosperity.
Reading a person does not depend on his language expression, but on his range of abilities.
They talked low. Marius, resting on his elbow on his reclining chair, Cosette standing beside him.
He dropped his head on his palm that was resting on the table, and started banging his head against his white mottled hand.
The fate of an individual depends entirely on his own strength to exercise, success depends on his unremitting pursuit, all rely on his own ability to go further.
But the father said to his servants, 'Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet.
He travels on his own car and pays for his mileage.
He unloaded his anger on his wife.
Going on leave,he devolved his duties on his deputy.
He's putting on his skis.
He can follow news from his hometown on his laptop.
Armando's on his back on the couch, his socked feet up on the arm, reading.
Obama takes on his father's struggle, not by recovering his body but by embracing his cause.
He lay half dead on the ground, cold and hungry, his ribs broken, his hands on his stomach, his teeth clenched and his eyes glowing with anger.
Tax on trader's shop land,But not on his goods
"What for?" The man cocked his head on one side and planted his hands on his hips.
A pearl chain was on his neck, and the sun's ray fell on his crown.
He had a stick on his right hand, his long body slightly leaning forward, and his left hand on his shoulder.
He sat there gently, and quiet, his big hands resting on his knees. Peace shone in his face.
Him on his side?
He lay on his back, his teeth set, his right hand clenched on his breast.
Everyone hung on his words.
A person's style of work must depend on his belief, his pattern, his expertise, his ability and his accomplishment.
Some fifty shares lie on his hands.
He banged his fist on his temples, which pained put improved his concentration.
The captain lay on his face on the hillside.
He lifted his eyes, and looked at the clock and the barometer on his right hand and on his left.
Lonnie slumped down again on the steps, his hands falling between his outspread legs and his chin falling on his chest.
There was blood and bits of white flesh on his face and on his flak jacket and on his camera lens.
His cowardice reflects on his character.
He buckled on his sword.
His new boots had given him blisters on his heels.
He held a bow in his left hand and his quiver hung on his right hip.
Drunk on his own chivalry, Ashurst went on murmuring.
Hass no slander on his tongue, who does his neighbor no wrong and casts no slur on his fellowman.
Then Moses sent his father-in-law on his way, and Jethro returned to his own country.
His duties devolved on his deputy.
Toad leaned his elbows on the table, and his chin on his paws;
Whopper went on his way home .
Puppy put on his little red shoes, raised his head, raised his chest, backed his hand, and stepped forward.
"Then he got up on the bed, stretching himself out on the child, and put his mouth on the child's mouth, his eyes on his eyes and his hands on his hands; and the child's body became warm."
He escapes from his abusive, alcoholic father by faking his own murder and heading off on his own.
He puts on his pajamas.
Their home is on his father's land.
Has no slander on his tongue, who does his neighbor no wrong and casts no slur on his fellowman.
His mother has feather-bedded him all his life and he's quite unfit to go and live on his own.
His fame rests more on his plays than on his novels
"The fool has his heart on his tongue, the wise man keeps his tongue in his heart"
After the meal, he lay down on the brick bed, his head pillowed on his arms, his eyes on the ceiling.
He could not support his family on his meager salary.
He felt the smash of truncheons on his elbows and iron-shod boots on his shins;
a wound on his leg and another on his body
Dr. Cody finished his drawing and looked at us, his arms on his desk with his lab coat sleeves hiked up, the overhead lights reflecting off his glasses.
The Count placed his hand on his brow as if to collect his thoughts.
He leant his two elbows on his knees, and his chin on his hands and remained rapt in dumb meditation.
He elaborated on his views on this issue in detail.
He vented his anger on his wife.
In addition, his grandfather had no great influence on his grandson's literary life, just a little, his name was "preface".
