Pine grain

松纹───Pine grain

I am curious looked at houses of this household, a small melon stands, the old pine trees also the kinds of Several Strains of flowers, in front of mother and chick chickens pecking the ground grain.───我好奇的打量了这户人家的房屋，小小的瓜架，古老的松树下还种着几株花，门前的鸡妈妈和小鸡啄食着地上的谷粒。

Having each some shingles of thought well dried, we sat and whittled them, trying our knives, and admiring the clear yellowish grain of the pumpkin pine.───各自谈出自己的思想，好像把木片都晒干那样，我们坐下来，把它们削尖，试试我们的刀子，欣赏着那些松木的光亮的纹理。