The beautiful song of the meadowlark filled the morning ranch.

Every morning, a meadowlark comes to sing in my garden.

He gripped the car's handle.

His gait is very brisk.

He recognized that the problem was turning into a muddy swamp.

My father is the president of a local bank.

My younger sister says she wants to become an idol in the future.

She dreams of becoming an idol.

The hurdle to solve this problem is high.

He arrogated my idea.