Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.

YOU are the big drop of dew under the lotus leaf, I am the smaller one on its upper side,' said the dewdrop to the lake.

The music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn seeking its former nest.

Dark clouds become heaven's flowers when kissed by light.

Not yesterday I learned to know,The love of bare November days,Before the coming of the snow.

You can't get too much winter in the winter.