●If there were no dark clouds, we would not feel the warmth of the sun.
——John
●The wind carries a strange silence, gently kissing the rivers, lakes and seas.
——Milton
●How can a dexterous painter on earth paint a colorful rainbow if he doesn’t dip his paintbrush into the seven-color pigments of Heaven?
——Scott
●Storms make the roots of oak trees take root deeper.
——Herbert
●Last night’s storm crowns this morning with golden peace.
——Tagore
●One night of cold will not form thick ice.
——Herbert
●Spring comes from this beautiful garden, / Just like the spirit of love is everywhere; / Every kind of flower and grass is in the dark chest of the earth Up, / Awakening from the dream of hibernation.
——Shelley
●A swallow cannot make a spring.
——Krylov
●Although spring has flown away, it has attracted all things that compete with beauty;/Although the flowers have withered, they have left us flowers. of seeds.
——Schiller
●The buzzing of insects has its own flavor of summer.
——Landau
●Look, the fields are shining with golden light. This is because the glorious summer, the son of the sun, has arrived.
——Jane Thomson
●The lovely spring is rolling in with the tide of flowers and music, making waves of flowers rise on the earth, and the music of spring resounds in the air .
——Mea Longfellow
●The spring sun injects new life into even the humblest flower.
——Scott
●If winter comes, can spring be far behind?
——Shelley
●The will and warmth of spring are gradually driving away the cold winter.
——Gide
●Autumn has indeed arrived, but please wait a little longer/As long as you stay a little longer/Spring is coming, the sky will smile/The world will be Be filled with the fragrance of violets.
——Theodore Storm
●The dewdrop understands the sun only within the confines of its own little sphere.
——Tagore
●Oh, the violent west wind, the breath of autumn life! You are invisible, but the dead leaves are swept away by you, just like ghosts and ghosts running away from a wizard.
——Shelley
●Clouds pour water into the river’s cups, but they themselves hide in the distant mountains.
—— Rabindranath Tagore
●The heavy rain only brings back the new green color, the dew on the evergreen trees is heavy, and the misty white mist is so light that it wants to be like evening clouds in the autumn sky.
——Master Ji Lian
●Jin Yun painted paintings with different styles in the sky, / but did not inscribe / his own name.
——Tagore