His death gave us all a great shock.

He felt sick and vomited.

He drew a beautiful scenery.

He held her.

We sat around the bonfire and talked.

His plan is gradually unfolding.

I picked up the trash that was lying in the park.

The water from the overflowing river was spread out all over the town.

I couldn't understand his explanation because it was vague.

He lost his job, but he believes in the saying 'when one door shuts, another opens' and is looking for new opportunities.