The word "furrow" is correct and can be used in written English.
You can use it when you want to refer to a long, narrow trench that has been cut into the ground, typically for planting seeds or crop irrigation. For example, "The farmer plowed the field, leaving behind long, deep furrows in the soil."
"The spooks, who once sat in cubicles steaming open the glued-down flaps of a few dozen suspect envelopes, now have more fertile plains to furrow and the marvellous means to do it.
Sutcliffe, of the famed "Hobbs and Sutcliffe" opening partnership, is one of the greatest Yorkshiremen ever to furrow his brow at a fast bowler.
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His determination to plough a clean furrow between socialism and capitalism has the ring of truth.
He was unbothered when age began to furrow the brow and fill out the jowls.
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It is likely to be an increasingly lonely furrow.
The state-owned pipeline system is overstretched, and there has been no louder critic than Mikhail Khodorkovsky, Yukos's boss, of the Russian government's stubborn refusal until recently to allow private hands to build and own more pipelines.In this section Where the money is Making straight the furrow Mutating Seeking help Stopping spam More power to them Grounded?
It almost persuaded a court that the vote would disenfranchise the state's minorities, so should be ruled illegal.Raise the spectre of the digital divide with the technology vendors and e-government champions within the public sector, and their brows furrow with concern but not for long.
There's still much brow-furrowing and brush-stabbing to Timothy Spall's hale, hearty, grunty performance as JMW Turner – an acquired taste, for all the garlands lavished upon it – but it's in the service of a narrative that locates an honest streak of mania in the man's genius.
Drawing is frequently laboured and cramped, and you can imagine a man bent over the paper with a pencil or a pair of scissors, his tongue poking from the corner of his mouth and brow furrowed as he concentrates.
