捶胸顿足 chuí xiōng dùn zú
The mosquito that becomes clever however aside in deep sorrow.
Mark beat his breast in agony.
After gold was discovered there, it began kicking itself.
the ocean receding step by step, heaving and sobbing and beating its breast in despair.
Face the reality that can't change, it is not at all surprising to shed silent tears, beat breast and stamp feet.
Seeing that he could do nothing, the greedy salesman exploded with rage. He jumped up and down, beating his chest.
The men's national and Olympic teams are the objects of scorn, shame and much hand-wringing.
The Wizards may pound their chest and say they intend to keep him, but no one will believe them now.
I could kick myself for not buying that car when I had the chance.
She wanted to beat her breast and scream but fought down the rising wave of hysteria.
And Heather Mills is kicking herself with her prosthetic leg for not cleaning the drains every time Paul washed his hair.
The boy was still beating his breast, stamping his feet, and howling pitifully: 'Dear brother, why have you gone and left me like this?
The man was in deep sorrow , endlessly wept and wailed, muttered and cried:"Why did you die so early?"
Enough of this breast-beating. No matter how bad things are with you, there is someone who is worse off , and you can help him.
Run to the big gorilla cage of zoo front of, beat breast and stamp feet, put a voice to lambaste:"You this conscienceless thing! ! ""
The man was in deep sorrow, endlessly wept and wailed, muttered and cried:"Why did you die so early?"
The youth who took the path that ran eastwards arrived presently at a large city, where he found everybody standing at the doors, wringing their hands and weeping bitterly.
"At this moment in time we have to rely on our experience and make sure we do not get carried away with a knee-jerk reaction to it all, " said Ferguson.
One young man finally blurted out his fear that they were still in the cave! Mrs. Thatcher swooned away. Aunt Polly fell to crying and wringing her hands.
Pump your fist in the air. Shout at the top of your lungs. Beat your chest and flex your arms. Your mind will naturally follow.
Oh! I'm too selfish. It's my fault. I'll never do that again, I promise. Would you all be my friends?
Meanwhile Marks & Spencer, Britain's leading clothing retailer, has beaten its breast for overcharging women with large ones.
" Fan Yuqi favors grasps the wrists but enters said that, "This feudal official the cutting tooth claps the heart day and night also, is now heard teaches.
Although I told myself I should not be so emotional since I invested for the long term, I could not help myself jumping at the small percent age of gain and stomping21 at the loss.
There may be grumbles and gripes after the weekend's result but columnist Giles Smith calls upon his fellow Chelsea fans to remember what is important.