“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.”
― Charles Fonaas
秋蟬 qiu chan – 徐曉菁 楊芳儀 Xu Xiaojing Yang Fangyi
刘文正 Liu Wen Zheng or Steven Liu (born on 11/12/ 1952) is a former Taiwanese celebrity.
Liu is the youngest son of a well to do family and a favorite of his mother. He had initially planned to follow the path of his siblings to further his education overseas after college. 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.
Liu first started performing with his band – Zheng Wu in Xu Hui Zhong Xue, a Catholic school he attended. According to Liu, his interest in music was encouraged by a priest who was a fan of pop music there.
His first album 诺言 Nuo Yan (The Promise), released in 1975, launched his singing career when it became an instant hit. Liu’s path to super-stardom was smooth, due to his distinctive vocal styles and good looks. Early in his career, he often wore a white scarf when performing and this evolved into his signature look.
For more info about Liu Wenzheng, see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Liu_Wen_Zheng
徐曉菁 楊芳儀 version
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刘文正 version
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秋蝉
Qiu chan
Autumn cicadas
刘文正
Liu wen zheng
听我把春水叫寒 看我把绿叶催黄
ting wo ba chun shui jiao han kan wo ba lv ye cui huang
Listen that I call to make spring water cold; look that I urge green leaves to become yellow.
谁道秋下一心愁 烟波林野意幽幽
shui dao qiu xia yi xin chou yan bo lin ye yi you you
Who knows that when autumn descends, my whole heart becomes worrisome; misty waves and sylvan fields are full of remoteness.
花落红 花落红 红了枫 红了枫
hua luo hong hua luo hong hong liao feng hong liao feng
Flowers are falling red; flowers are falling red. Redden maple trees; redden maple trees
展翅任翔双羽燕 我这薄衣过得残冬
zhan chi ren xiang shuang yu yan wo zhe bao yi guo de can dong
Spread wings and let the pair of feathery swallows soar; how can this thin clothing of mine endure the brutal winter?
总归是秋天 总归是秋天
zong gui shi qiu tian zong gui shi qiu tian
After all it is autumn; after all it is autumn.
春走了 夏也去 秋意浓
chun zou liao xia ye qu qiu yi nong
Spring walked away, summer also went away, and the thought of autumn is dense.
秋去冬来美景不再 莫教好春逝匆匆 莫教好春逝匆匆
qiu qu dong lai mei jing bu zai mo jiao hao chun shi cong cong mo jiao hao chun shi cong cong
Autumn will go away, and winter will come; beautiful scenery will not exist any more. Don’t let good spring pass hurriedly; don’t let good spring pass hurriedly.
Translated by Shu
Quotes of autumn and fall
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. ~Oliver Wendell Holmes
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. ~Albert Camus
For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad. ~Edwin Way Teale
It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life. ~P.D. James
Bittersweet October. The mellow, messy, leaf-kicking, perfect pause between the opposing miseries of summer and winter. ~Carol Bishop Hipps
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. ~George Eliot
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds – November!
~Thomas Hood, “No!”
Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. ~Stanley Horowitz
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace
As I have seen in one autumnal face.
~John Donne
Oh how we love pumpkin season. You did know this gourd-ish squash has its own season, right? Winter, Spring, Summer, Pumpkin…. We anxiously anticipate it every year. ~Trader Joe’s Fearless Flyer, October 2010
Besides the autumn poets sing,
A few prosaic days
A little this side of the snow
And that side of the haze.
~Emily Dickinson
October’s poplars are flaming torches lighting the way to winter. ~Nova Bair
A hidden fire burns perpetually upon the hearth of the world…. In autumn this great conflagration becomes especially manifest. Then the flame that is slowly and mysteriously consuming every green thing bursts into vivid radiance. 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. The golden harvest-fields are glowing in the heart of the furnace…. By this autumn fire God every year purges the floor of nature. All effete substances that have served their purpose in the old form are burnt up. Everywhere God makes sweet and clean the earth with fire. ~Hugh Macmillan
falling leaves
hide the path
so quietly
~John Bailey, “Autumn,” a haiku year, 2001, as posted on oldgreypoet.com
A 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. ~Hal Borland
The days may not be so bright and balmy—yet the quiet and melancholy that linger around them is fraught with glory. Over everything connected with autumn there lingers some golden spell—some unseen influence that penetrates the soul with its mysterious power. ~Northern Advocate
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. Autumn is the dim shadow that clusters about the sweet, precious things that God has created in the realm of nature. While it robs them of life, it tears away the veil and reveals the golden gem of beauty and sweetness. Beauty lurks in all the dim old aisles of nature, and we discover it at last. ~Northern Advocate
October gave a party;
The leaves by hundreds came –
The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples,
And leaves of every name.
The Sunshine spread a carpet,
And everything was grand,
Miss Weather led the dancing,
Professor Wind the band.
~George Cooper, “October’s Party”
How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days. ~John Burroughs
These great quotes come from http://www.quotegarden.com/autumn.html
Edgar Winter – Autumn
For lyrics of autumn, see http://easylyrics.org/?artist=Edgar+Winter&title=Autumn