Ideas are like the stars —we never reach them,but like mariners,we chart our course by them.—C.Schurz

The nest in the hedge is empty.The young birds have flown away.

The setting sun tinted the sky in a riot of colors.

The lake gives a reflection of the tower on the nearby hill.

The breeze wrinkled the water with waves.微风起，吹皱一池春水。

The lights from the camp twinkle through the rain drops.

The shepherd sat in the meadow,watching the sheep.

The audience applauded in chorus to encourage the singer.

The atmosphere in the room started to change when old folk songs were chorused.

One's development ,like the nature,is fluctuating.It is possible to have a high tide after a low ebb.—Fu Lei

Weep no more,no sigh,nor groan.Sorrow calls no time that's gone.—John Fletcher

The whole city turned out to acclaim the hero.