Kitchen steam blurs the window, painting warmth on the cold glass

The seed believes in spring while winter still rages.当冬天还在肆虐，种子已经相信春天。...

The path is made by walking, not by waiting for signs.路是走出来的而不是等待征兆。...

Rain cleanses yesterday's tears; new green appears.雨洗昨日泪，新绿悄然生。...

Each fallen petal makes room for the fruit to come.每一片落花，都为果实让出未来的位置。...

The river does not hurry; it simply knows the sea.河流不急于赶路，它只是知道海的方向。...

Roots grow deep in the dark, so the tree can trust the light.根在黑暗中深扎，树才能信任光明。...

Dawn breaks not with a shout, but with a quiet glow.黎明不以喧嚣降临，而以静默的光绽放。...

March ends with a promise in its pocket.三月将尽，口袋里装着一个承诺。...

Rain stitches the earth with silver thread.雨用银线把大地细细缝起。...

Warm rain writes poems on the window.温润的雨在窗上写诗。...

White petals fall like snow, but softer.白色的花瓣飘落如雪，却更温柔。...

If the future does not come to me, I will walk toward the future.未来不来，我便向未来走去。...