温暖的雨和晴和的风初融冰冻，柳叶如眼、梅花如腮，已感觉到春心的萌动。

过去不是静止的画卷，它随我们而动，随我们的变化而变化。

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?

The moment of explosion is the fusion of art and nature. 爆炸的瞬间是艺术与自然的融合。