Excerpted from Anne's "Good Words and Sentences of Green Gables"

The tiger's mouth is different. I don't think it will be accompanied by day and night.

Thin, careless, nagging, silent

Completely different, lonely, desolate, solemn, sacred and smart.

It's hard to believe that, after all, leaves are rich and fragrant.

If you don't move, you will be green, so as to serve the public.

The sweetness is incomparable, the sweetness is palatable, the aftertaste is endless, and you are sweating.

Green, fat, red, thin, and fruity, fruity and attractive.

Full of fruit, melon, fruit, fat juice and sweet orchard fragrance.

Full of fruit, full of fruit, red fruit, full of branches, broken wires

A dense layer of shiny spots.

Mrs Rachel Linde lives in the valley of Great Road in Ang Lee, with alders like ladies' earrings on both sides and a stream flowing.

There are many people going back and forth in Li Anwei. People who pay special attention to their neighbors tend to ignore their own affairs, but Mrs. Rachel has the ability to take care of both.

Housewives in Li Anwei always say in awe that she has sewed sixteen quilts, and she pays attention to the road that runs through the valley and surrounds the steep red hills every minute.

The sunshine shone brightly and softly into the window, and the orchard on the slope below the house was flushed with the bride, as well as white flowers and swarms of buzzing bees.

If anyone else in Li Anwei, Mrs. Rachel, will contact all the signs, maybe these two questions will come to a clever conclusion, but Matthew is a person who seldom goes out, so there must be one thing.

The road is not far. Matthew lives in an irregular big house surrounded by fruit trees, only one mile from Linde Road. This is a place with few footprints.

The green gabled kitchen is a pleasant place, or it looks like a used living room. This used to be a pleasant place.

Marilla sat there as if she had some doubts about the sunshine. Sunshine seems to be an irresponsible thing to her, swinging from side to side, but it is really important to the world.

Some unclear relationships are called friendship, which exists between Marilla and Rachel, even if they are not familiar with each other.

Marilla's lips moved, not bad. She thinks Mrs Rachel will come. Matthew's going out for no reason really overwhelmed the curiosity of people around her.

"Well, Marilla, I want to tell you sincerely that I think you have done a stupid thing-an adventure, that's all. You don't know what you can get. You must bring an unfamiliar child into the house. You don't know him at all, don't know his personality, don't know his parents, and don't know what he will become. I just read in the newspaper last week that a couple went to an orphanage to have a child, and then he set fire at night-deliberately, Marilla! Almost burned them to coke in bed. Also, I know another example. An adopted boy sucks raw eggs, and his personality cannot be changed. If you ask my opinion on this matter-of course, you didn't-Marilla, I will say, God bless, forget it. "

Matthew Cuthbert and the mare reached the Brett River eight miles away very speculatively. It is a lovely road, with warm farms on both sides, and they pass through the fragrant fir forest from time to time. Plum trees in the valley are covered with blooming misty flowers, and the air is filled with the fragrance of apple orchards. The pasture extends to the distant horizon-a pearl-like purple fog. Birds are singing happily, as if today is the only summer in a year.

When he arrived at Brett River Station, there was no sign that the train was coming. He thought it was too early, so he tied his horse to the yard of Little Brett River Hotel and walked to the railway station. The long platform seems to be frozen. Looking around, the only living thing is a girl, sitting alone on the cobblestones piled high at the other end. Matthew saw the girl as if he had seen nothing. He walked past her quietly and quickly without looking at her. If he looks at her, he will see that her nervous and mechanical face is full of waiting. She sat there as if waiting for someone. Sitting and waiting is the only thing she can do. She sat and waited as hard as she could.

She has been looking at him since he passed by, and now her eyes are on him. Matthew didn't look at her. He doesn't know what she looks like, but if others have seen her, an eleven-year-old child, with small and tight clothes, is an ugly gray-yellow cotton velvet dress, wearing a faded brown sailor hat with two red thick braids under it; Her face is small, pale and thin, covered with freckles. Her eyes and mouth are big. Sometimes her eyes are green and sometimes they are brown.