Common English Idioms 🇬🇧+ A Walk in the English Countryside 🍃❤️

[@ogaminiratnayake2830]

Wow.... You dazzle my teacher in that outfit and you could light up any room that you would walk into with that trendy outfit.. 😮🥰🥰 Also, the surrounding area is totally awesome and spectacular too and understandably it has to be right up your street my dear teacher , let alone anybody that would walk into this spectacular place.. 👍🤗👏😧🥰 Glad that you had a great start to the week with this walk around at this spectacular place and wish that I had joined with you to savour the spectacular atmosphere of this great place .. 😮🤩 🤩 Take care and stay safe and love you heaps as always.. 🥰 Hugs.xoxoxo Gams ❤️

[@germanmorganti9686]

Hi Sabrah! Nice to see you again! Being on the beach is right up my street. I've found "off the beaten track" quite useful, as well. Look forward to more vids in the open. Thanks!!

[@billkallas1762]

The term "Out and about" is rarely used in the US. The term "Right up my street" is heard occasionally.

[@fabrice9252]

I love poems, guitar, music, I love Nature, I love roses But Sabrah's the She up my sTREAT ! :-) 😘🌹❤❤❤

[@fabrice9252]

Correction: I love poems, guitar, music, I love Nature, I love roses But Sabe's the She right up my sTREAT ! :-)

[@fabrice9252]

My lovely Sabrah, you're as sweet as a fairy's smile strolling through the springtime of the English South Heath. Thanks so much for the gorgeous images ! It seems indeed like an area of outstanding natural beauty! and what's more, enhanced by your radiant presence! :-) You know, it reminds me a lot of 'Le parc naturel du Marquenterre' in 'la baie de Somme' which is also here an important site and reserve for bird nesting and protection (just like Arne and the RSBP) I've read the wiki page about this little village; how interesting. Did you know about the episode of ww2 where the region of Arne served as a lure with tar barels and filled-kerosene pipes (that could be inflamed) to fool the german aircraft making them thinking it was the real explosives factory of Holton Heath, three miles north west of Arne in the neighbouring parish of Wareham? Did you visit the parish church too (dating from around the early 13th century~1200)? They say it has not been substantially altered since, though it was restored in the 19th century and in 1952. Merci beaucoup my Sabe for the lovely short. It seems you enjoyed a lot this little springy escapade in the beautiful English countryside that your presence, always, illuminates! Thank you so much as well as for the great vocabulary and lovely expressions, Love, bisous bisous en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arne,_Dorset

[@Ayedesso]

Hi when going out right out of my street I only see a beautiful gold foxi wearing beautiful sunglasses and who have a sweet voice sweet perfume her move make me feel I saw the heaven. No I kidding I often saw beautiful dodgy confident fox hunting.

[@ibrahim_im]

excellent

[@ManishSharma-sk2zh]

👏👏👏

[@garrykimovich]

In the USA, instead of street we say "right up my alley."

[@LoveEnglishwithLeilaSabrah]

Of course! Thanks for sharing!

[@vintagetone22]

Love yaaaaa 🌹👍❤👍❤👍❤👍❤👍

[@Cloud-vj6sx]

You are very beautiful🥰

[@fabrice9252]

~~~ Moment of blue Velvet ~~~ When barely a cloud, a flake of wool, swims In the blue velvet of heavenly fields When the gilt harvest, waveless and sans murmur Neath a scorching sun in a deep sleep slumbers I listen to me live, and, free of worries, Far from powdery paths, I remain seated On mellow carpets of fresh moss and fern, At bushy woods' edges where the heat softens. There, to kill the time, I watch the ant's labour Who, anticipating the enemy winter, For her attic steals a wheat grain from the sheaf, The aphid that climbs and hangs on the leaf, The caterpillar dragging velvety coils, The drooling maggot with silvery furrows, The fresh butterfly that o'er blooms flutters; And then I observe, frivolous pleasure, The sunlight breaking through my eyelashes, Fine grid opposing to its subtle beams, The prism colors; or the fluff that floats In the air, on the wave of a pilotless boat; And when I'm weary I let myself doze, To water's murmur that a pebble makes moan, Or I listen to the song of the warbler, And the lark chirping aloft in the azure. f. 😘🌹❤🌼🦋🐛🕊 🌞

[@fabrice9252]

~~~~ Pansy ~~~~ Bloom, dwarf, blue and sad, where conceals an emblem, Where absence has oft' breathed the word: I love! Where a fairy's wing has left its colors, You, who should be called the flowers' hummingbird, Translate for me: carry far what I daren't write; Carry my tenderness as would have done my smile: I lay you on the wave, sail away over there! Tell my dear absent we shan't forget her Say in her closed heart I can see what happens; That between our beings I sense for only space Only your charming veil of friendship; that always I draw from my faith the wishes you bear her, I devote them to her with your bluish stamens, Frail, only perfumes spread over my days; Say that in watching o'er her my soul's consumed, That it's cold and waits for a glance to resume Say that thus I want to bend under my tears, Find no joy in day, in world or in flowers; That the spring of love within my soul is sealed That I know what soul to it would still answer Whose life I would be, and who would be my glow; She knows it well too: but this soul, it sleeps; It sleeps in the absence where my life is stripped, Where you tell me yet that I'll be followed, And revived one day. But that we still ought to She, burn; I, languish to satisfy the fate. Go then like an angel to arouse her courage; At the end of a storm, tell her I plucked you That I send you to her as an embrace of hope That to join thus is see each other almost ! f.😘🌹❤❤

[@stankormy5717]

Is there any water under the bridge?

[@LoveEnglishwithLeilaSabrah]

Haha good one !

[@fabrice9252]

~~~~~ Carnal Sun ~~~~ The Sun, the hotbed of life 'n' tenderness, Showers burning love on the ecstatic earth, When one lies in vales, one feels and one knows That the earth's nubile and with blood overflows; That its huge bosom, lifted by a soul, Is of flesh like girls and of love like a god And that it contains thick with suc, sap and glows The giant swarming of all embryos! And all grows, rises! - 0 Venus, O Goddess! I long for the days of ancient Youthfulness Lascivious satyrs, of animal fauns, Gods who bit with love the gnarled bark of the boughs, In water lilies would kiss the blond Nymph! I long for the days when the sap of the world, Water from rivers and pinkish blood from trees Put a universe in Pan's arteries! Where the ground would pulse green beneath his goat's feet; Where, softly kissing the clear syrinx, his lip Would sing under skies glorious anthems of love; Where, stood on the plain, he'd hear round 'n' above Answering his call the living Nature; Where silent saplings, lulling chirping birds, The earth, cradling man, and all blue Oceans And all creatures would love, love in god! I yearn for the days of the great Cybele Who was said to roam, gigantically belle, On a great bronze chariot, the splendid cities; Her double breast poured across immensities The pure rivulet of life infinite. Man happily sucked her heavenly teat, Like a little child playing on her lap. - Because he was strong, Man was chaste and mild. Misery! Now he says: I know everything, And goes with closed eyes and with stubborn ears. And yet, no more gods! no more gods! Man is King, Man is God! But Love, that's the great Belief! Oh! if man would still from your teat suckle Great mother of gods and of men, Cybele; If he had not left the immortal Astarte Who once, emerging in the immense light Of blue waves, a bloom that the wave fragrances, Showed her pink navel where the foam came snowing, And made sing, Goddess with big black winning eyes, The nightingale in wood and Love in the hearts! 😘🌹❤❤❤

[@ebrihamakonteh5018]

Hello sabrah