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.

In the world's audience hall, the simple blade of grass sits on the same carpet with the sunbeams, and the stars of midnight.

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.

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

Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.