![]() ![]() The human soul is slow to discover the real excellence of things given to us by a bountiful Creator, and not until the shadows of death begin to gather around the object that we love, do we see its worth and beauty. Over everything connected with autumn there lingers some golden spell-some unseen influence that penetrates the soul with its mysterious power. The days may not be so bright and balmy-yet the quiet and melancholy that linger around them is fraught with glory. ~John Bailey, “Autumn,” a haiku year, 2001, as posted on Ī woodland in full color is awesome as a forest fire, in magnitude at least, but a single tree is like a dancing tongue of flame to warm the heart. Everywhere God makes sweet and clean the earth with fire. All effete substances that have served their purpose in the old form are burnt up. By this autumn fire God every year purges the floor of nature. The golden harvest-fields are glowing in the heart of the furnace…. Every blade of grass and every leaf in the woodlands is cast into the great oven of Nature and the bright colours of their fading are literally the flames of their consuming. Then the flame that is slowly and mysteriously consuming every green thing bursts into vivid radiance. In autumn this great conflagration becomes especially manifest. ~Nova BairĪ hidden fire burns perpetually upon the hearth of the world…. October’s poplars are flaming torches lighting the way to winter. ~Trader Joe’s Fearless Flyer, October 2010 You did know this gourd-ish squash has its own season, right? Winter, Spring, Summer, Pumpkin…. No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds – November! No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, ~Carol Bishop Hippsĭelicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. The mellow, messy, leaf-kicking, perfect pause between the opposing miseries of summer and winter. It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad. ~Albert Camusįor man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. ~Oliver Wendell HolmesĪutumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. The foliage has been losing its freshness through the month of August, and here and there a yellow leaf shows itself like the first gray hair amidst the locks of a beauty who has seen one season too many. Don’t let good spring pass hurriedly don’t let good spring pass hurriedly. Qiu qu dong lai mei jing bu zai mo jiao hao chun shi cong cong mo jiao hao chun shi cong congĪutumn will go away, and winter will come beautiful scenery will not exist any more. Spring walked away, summer also went away, and the thought of autumn is dense. Zong gui shi qiu tian zong gui shi qiu tianĪfter all it is autumn after all it is autumn. Spread wings and let the pair of feathery swallows soar how can this thin clothing of mine endure the brutal winter? Zhan chi ren xiang shuang yu yan wo zhe bao yi guo de can dong Hua luo hong hua luo hong hong liao feng hong liao fengįlowers are falling red flowers are falling red. ![]() Who knows that when autumn descends, my whole heart becomes worrisome misty waves and sylvan fields are full of remoteness. Shui dao qiu xia yi xin chou yan bo lin ye yi you you Listen that I call to make spring water cold look that I urge green leaves to become yellow. Ting wo ba chun shui jiao han kan wo ba lv ye cui huang Early in his career, he often wore a white scarf when performing and this evolved into his signature look. Liu’s path to super-stardom was smooth, due to his distinctive vocal styles and good looks. His first album 诺言 Nuo Yan (The Promise), released in 1975, launched his singing career when it became an instant hit. According to Liu, his interest in music was encouraged by a priest who was a fan of pop music there. Liu first started performing with his band – Zheng Wu in Xu Hui Zhong Xue, a Catholic school he attended. However, this plan was shelved after he won the singing contest which led to a contract with the Taiwan TV station at the age of 17. He had initially planned to follow the path of his siblings to further his education overseas after college. Liu is the youngest son of a well to do family and a favorite of his mother. 刘文正 Liu Wen Zheng or Steven Liu (born on 11/12/ 1952) is a former Taiwanese celebrity. 秋蟬 qiu chan – 徐曉菁 楊芳儀 Xu Xiaojing Yang Fangyi “If the robin is to many the harbinger (messenger) of spring, then the cicada is perhaps an advance scout for autumn warning all who hear it to ‘enjoy the summer while you can for the end is near.” ![]()
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