1. Ten good words and sentences about the late summer and early autumn

The sky is full of red clouds, the sea is full of golden waves, and the red sun is like a furnace of boiling molten steel, spurting out with golden light. Dazzling.

In the morning, the sun shows half of its face shyly like a new daughter-in-law who has just left home.

The sun has set, and its extraordinarily strong light shoots out from the treetops, dyeing the white clouds and the green mountains into blood.

The sun slowly penetrated through the clouds, revealing a face that was already flushed, looking at the earth like a shy little girl.

The bright sunshine passed through the gaps between the leaves and through the morning fog, filling the campus in wisps.

The sun was lower, blood-red, and a dazzling broad light wave on the water stretched from the edge of the ocean to the edge of the boat.

The sky was dyed blood red by the setting sun, the pink clouds were reflected on the flowing water, the entire river turned purple, and the horizon seemed to be on fire.

In spring, the sun is so warm that it stretches out its big warm hands and caresses people's whole body.

The spring breeze blew away the clouds and mist, and the sun smiled happily, spreading warmth and brilliance over the lake.

The scorching sun was high in the sky, and red light shot to the ground like a rocket. The ground was on fire, reflecting the flames of boiling oil.

A tree of pure white flowers, like snow, like jade, like clouds, like flying waves.

All the green lotuses flaunt the feelings of the past.

Wild flowers all over the mountains and plains show off their love season.

The mountain flowers that come to the eye are like colorful jade.

The purple lily reflected in the lake lowered its head and said nothing.

Autumn rain - the tall buildings are full of dusk, and the rain is rustling on the sycamore leaves.

Autumn night - I can't find the sound of autumn when I wake up, and the steps are covered with phoenix leaves and the sun shines brightly.

The sound of autumn - I haven’t realized the dream of spring grass in the pond, but the phoenix leaves in front of the steps have already sounded the sound of autumn.

Autumn Leaves - The wind blows the bamboos in the deep night, and the sound of thousands of leaves is filled with hatred.

Autumn color - the new moss in the urn damaged by rain is green, and the leaves in the horizontal forest are red in autumn.

Autumn Moon - The moonlight soaks into the water and soaks into the sky, creating a clear and bright atmosphere that echoes with each other.

Autumn chrysanthemum - I would rather die with the fragrance on the branches than blow down in the north wind.

Qiu Si——There is no news about my old friend thousands of miles away, so I went to the river to ask Duanhong.

Autumn Sorrow - There is no way that I am always free, and I write about my sorrow every night with my solitary lamp.

Autumn - the west wind blows leaves all over the lakeside, and I am so excited to change into autumn clothes for the first time.

Autumn Embrace - It’s a sigh of passage when I go out, and I see the leaves flying by the lake.

Autumn Dream——The first time I return to Qingmeng in the late autumn night, there is a burning lamp in front of my bed.

Memories of Autumn - The anvil and pestle beat the moon in the deep lane, and the sycamore trees shook down in the autumn of my hometown.

Autumn Enlightenment - Everyone explains the tragic events of autumn, but it is not like the poet who knows them thoroughly.

Taste of Autumn - Crickets alone know that autumn is early, and bananas are raining heavily. 2. Sentences describing the end of summer and the beginning of autumn

I want to know about the autumn mood, but no one knows it, so I murmur with my hands behind my back and knock on the east fence.

Who is hiding in the lonely world, the same flowers are blooming? Too late?

How lonely is the dew in the garden and the frost in the garden? How can we miss lovesickness when we return home?

Don’t talk about the world without talking about it, why not explain it in a few words.

"Ancient Peach Blossom Poems"

Every year the peach breeze stirs the spring dawn, in front of the spring dawn mirror Beauty is old.

No one will pity a beauty as she grows old, and pity people only because they have few flowers.

When the flowers are in full bloom, the butterflies are noisy, and the fallen flowers fly away without anyone to sweep them away.

The red patches follow the water to the ditch, but it is difficult to pay back the white spring grass.

Round lotuses float on small leaves, fine wheat falls on light flowers. Du Fu - from "For Farmers"

The fragrance of lotus follows you when you sit and lie down, and the color of the lake reflects the morning and dusk Liu Changqing - from "Li Ming Mansion" "Stream and Pond"

The lotus is deep and the water is broad and the wind is broad, and Ouyang Xiu is fragrant after the rain - from "Hesheng Yu Baihuazhou"

The willows in the thatched pavilion on the sand are new and dark, and the lotus flowers are blooming in the wild pond beside the city. Red and strong Du Fu - from "Late Spring"

The lotus leaves are like clouds with constant fragrance, and the boat is swaying into Xiling. Jiang Kui - from "Miscellaneous Odes of Occasionally Living on the Lake"

The reeds on the shore are newly white. , Yamanashi Late Leaf Dan Zheng Silence - from "Demoted to Guangcheng Station in Ruzhou"

The willow color is golden and tender, the pear blossoms are white and fragrant with snow, Li Bai - from "Eight Poems for Palace Music"

Thousands of pear blossoms are covered with snow, and thousands of poplar leaves are covered with smoke and ginseng - from "Sending Yang Zi"

The moon is hazy, and a single tree of pear blossoms is in the drizzle. Chen Ke - from "Yellow Bean Leaves"

When the swallows come to Xinshe, the pear blossoms lag behind in the Qingming Dynasty Yan Shu - from "Broken Array"

The high branches and hundreds of tongues still bully the birds, and the pear blossoms with leaves send the spring alone Du Mu - from "The Last Spring Alone" "Come to Nanting to send Zhang Hu"

There is no wind, willows and catkins fill the sky, and no rain, the pear trees are all over the ground, and the flowers grow into flowers - from "Biwa"

Jade face is lonely and tears on the railing , a branch of pear blossom brings rain in spring by Bai Juyi - from "Song of Everlasting Sorrow"

The moon melts in the courtyard of pear blossoms, the catkins pond has a faint breeze - from "Medicine"

Spring is about to dawn in the lonely empty courtyard , the pear blossoms are all over the ground and the door is closed Liu Fangping - from "Spring Resentment"

The osmanthus moon falls in the middle of the month, and the fragrant clouds float outside the sky. Song Zhiwen.

Cinnamon is fragrant and dewy. The sound of the stone and the fine spring returned to the Song Dynasty to ask.

Don’t envy the peaches and plums in three springs; the sweet-scented osmanthus blooms in autumn and blooms with Liu Yuxi.

The river is cloudy and the osmanthus is wet, and the plum rain is like Su Shi.

There is no need for light green and deep red, it is Li Qingzhao who is the best among flowers.

A touch of carved railing, the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus blooms.

The peach and plum blossoms in the east of Luoyang City are flying around and landing at whose house Song Zhiwen - from "Something to Think About"

In the 12th storey of Nanmo Brothel, for whom are the peach and plum blossoms welcomed by the spring breeze? He Zhizhang - from "Looking at the Peach and Plum Blossoms"

The grass is green and dyed in the rain, and the peach blossoms on the water are red. Wang Wei - from "Wangchuan Bieye"

A cluster of peach blossoms are blooming Without an owner, the lovely dark red reflects the light red Du Fu - from "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River"

Short peach blossoms are near the water bank, and catkins lightly touch people's clothes. Du Fu - from "December 1st" ”

Wild catkins dance with the wind, thin peach blossoms chase the water flow by Du Fu - from "Queju Manxing"

The grass is green and the willows are yellow, the peach blossoms are in chaos and plum blossoms are fragrant, Jia Zhi - from "Two Poems of Spring Thoughts"

The peach blossoms pass by the flowing water on the edge of the city, and the spring breeze outside the curtain is full of fragrance. Liu Yuxi - from "To Cao Chang, Wen Youshi of Langzhou"

Cymbidium has a hateful branch Still green, the peach and plum silent flowers come from the red Ouyang Xiu - from "Dancing in the Spring Wind"

When the peach and plum flowers are in full bloom, only the green grass is the color of Qi Zeng Gong - from "South of the City"

The plums drip with sourness and splash on the teeth, the bananas split into green and go up the window screen by Yang Wanli - from "Relaxing in Early Summer from Noontime"

The red mountain apricot hair is randomly scattered, and the new green water apples are spread out by Bai Juyi - from " "Early Spring in Nanhu"

Don't blame the apricot garden for being haggard, there are so many flower arrangers in the city Du Mu - from "The Apricot Garden"

Knowing that there is an apricot garden with no way to enter, the branches in front of the horse are full of melancholy Red Wen Tingyun - from "The Former Residence of Li Zhengjun"

There is no wind and willows are all over the sky, and there is no rain and Tangli is full of flowers. Fan Chengda - from "Biwa"

The sentimental peony contains Tears of spring, powerless roses lying on dawn branches in Qinguan - from "Spring Day"

Only peonies are the true national color, and they move the capital when they bloom Liu Yuxi - from "Appreciating Peonies"

With such a beautiful color, Tianjiao competes with other flowers in his late career, Liu Yuxi - from "Appreciating Peonies in Nanshu, Si'an"

One year's spring has been devastated, and I'm looking for Yao, Huang, Wei Zi to see Fan Chengda - From "Zai Fu Jian Yang Zheng"

The young bamboo still contains powder, and the first lotus has not gathered dust. In the new autumn, King Luo Bin - from "Late Mooring"

When the pavilion is drinking wine, hibiscus blooms on all sides Wang Wei - from "Linhu Pavilion"

The lotus breeze brings fragrance, The clear sound of dripping bamboo dew is heard by Meng Haoran - from "The Southern Pavilion Huai Xin Da in Summer"

The color of bamboo is green under the stream, and the fragrance of plum blossoms in the lotus mirror - from "Farewell to Chuyong to Shanzhong" 3. Describe the late summer and autumn The first sentence

46. I saw him waving his arms to divert the water and moving forward, rolling up and down, left and right, and then suddenly sank to the bottom of the water.

47. In July, in the blue sky, the sun hung like a fireball. The clouds seemed to be burned by the sun and disappeared without a trace.

48. The scorching sun was in the sky, and on both sides of the road, the ripe grains were so hot that they bent over and lowered their heads. Grasshoppers, as numerous as blades of grass, make a faint but noisy chirp in the wheat and rye fields and in the reeds on the shore.

49. Being in this world of lotus flowers feels like being in a water town in the south of the Yangtze River. The cool breeze carries the fragrance of lotus flowers and blows away the heat and irritability. It is an indescribable feeling. A sense of comfort permeates the whole body. The blue sky, white clouds, dark green lotuses, and pink and white flowers are truly well-deserved!

50. Summer is here, and the weather is getting hotter. *** The hot sun made us sweat, and the hot wind blew on us, making us uncomfortable.

51. In summer, the sun at noon is like a big fireball, burning blazingly. It continuously pours excessive light and heat to the earth. The whole earth seemed to be on fire and became extremely spicy.

52. The willow leaves are curling, the little flowers and grass are bowing their heads, the earth is steaming, the lake is so hot that the dragonfly is flying low and spinning on the lake. This is what it is reporting to the fish: Good news - it's going to rain.

53. The taste of summer, the wind is gentle and there is no rain, only the scorching sun is scorching the earth, and my thoughts are floating together. I can’t find the tranquility of the soul for a while, the hot red beans and the hot longing are in the pure air. My heart beats passionately, and only your name is painted on the keyboard. I stare blankly at these three familiar words, and then think of everything since we met. The hatred and troubles I once had were made so by your naughty smile. Pale and feeble.

54. The sky was clear and there was not a trace of cloud in the sky. The sun was scorching the ground. A gust of south wind blew up, rolling up a heat wave from the ground, making people feel suffocated. The weeds couldn't withstand the blazing sun, and their leaves were rolled into thin strips. In the afternoon, people always feel tired easily, as if they just woke up, feeling groggy and unwilling to move. Even the birds in the forest are resting on the trees with their mouths open, too lazy to fly out to look for food.

55. Summer came slowly amidst the thunderstorm that night. She brought us bright sunshine and endless joy. At the same time, more importantly, it also means sister Coming back soon!

56. Look, the countless stars are shining like precious gems, and the vast sky is like a huge screen. Sometimes the little stars are like gems embedded in the blue screen, shining faintly; sometimes they are like little eyes blinking, curiously looking for something on the earth.

57. One night in summer, the stars twinkled in the sky, the cool breeze dispelled the residual heat of the day, and the earth was silent.

58. The sun is scorching like fire, and the earth is like a steamer, making people breathless.

59. The wind in summer is hot. A gust of hot wind blew, and the temperature rose to over 35 degrees. The cicadas on the trees kept chirping "Cicada, cicada". The ground was scorching hot, the dogs stuck out their tongues, and the asphalt road was soft and soft in the heat. The people who were working were sweating profusely, with sweat running down their cheeks and backs. The crops were wilting in the sun, and they stood there lazily. At this time, eating a popsicle and drinking a glass of watermelon juice is so refreshing!

60. Rose flowers can beautify the environment. They are not afraid of wind, rain, sun and insect bites. As long as there is soil and moisture, it can survive and protect our environment.

(4) In the dark night, with the help of weak light, go to the lotus pond embankment and listen quietly to the secret whispers of the hibiscus. At this moment, silence is the best way to express yourself. The night in the countryside is so quiet. , like a baby sleeping soundly in the cradle, it still looks cute under the lights. In such a quiet night, even a trace of movement is enough to wake up the mountain village from sleep. The mountain village that just opened its eyes is hazy, like a person who has just fallen asleep Scattered lights that looked like a waking child were spread over her body, making her even more charming. The lights flickered on and off, and the countryside was dim, appearing and disappearing, adding a bit of mystery to the countryside!

(5) Every night when dusk fades, I always like to stagger alone under the light, recalling, thinking, and looking around. Every night the city seems particularly lively, with vendors doing business, people getting off work, old people walking, and flirting couples. Occasionally, you will pass by some lively scenes, and you will squeeze in with curiosity. In that heat. When your interest is high, you will follow the fun for a while. When you are bored, you will lower your head and go away. The moment I turn around and leave is always so difficult, because every time I walk there is no destination. Where to go? Whether to continue lingering under the light or to shuttle in the next wave of heat, I don’t know. 4. What are the poems describing "late summer and early autumn"

1. "New Autumn Sends Lottery to the Moon" by Liu Yuxi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty

Original text:

The moon is shining brightly, and autumn can only be seen at this time.

The cool night is filled with golden energy, and the sky is quiet with sparks flowing.

Translation: The moonlight shines brightly, and it is already autumn. The night was slightly cool and autumnal, and shooting stars flashed from time to time in the silent sky.

2. "A Moonlit Night at Bai Pingzhou with Lu Shiyu Xue Yuanwai in the New Autumn" by Jiao Ran, a poet of the Tang Dynasty

Original text:

Pingzhou is close in the summer, I want to go boating in the cool weather.

Rong arrived from Xianfu and was happy to meet Xilang for a tour.

Translation: The hot summer is almost over, and the weather is getting cooler and I want to go boating. Departing from Xianfu, I am very happy to visit Xilang.

3. "The Beginning of Autumn" by Liu Yanshi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty

Original text:

This is the morning to stop being angry, Shang Biao has already been frightened.

The sky is gathering its summer colors, and the leaves of the trees are moving with the sound of autumn.

Translation: Starting from this morning, the summer heat has disappeared and the autumn wind has risen. The sky is broad and the clouds are high. The summer colors have faded. The trees are rustling in the wind, which is the sound of autumn.

4. "The Beginning of Autumn" by Liu Han, a poet of the Song Dynasty

Original text:

The crows of suckling ducks scatter the jade screen in the sky, and a pillow is cool and a fan of wind blows.

When I wake up from sleep, I can’t find the sound of autumn. The streets are filled with tung leaves and the bright moon.

Translation:

The little crow’s chirping was so loud that when the sound of the crow dispersed, only the jade screen stood empty and lonely. Suddenly the wind started blowing, and the autumn breeze blew. I felt fresh and cool beside my pillow, as if someone was fanning me with a silk fan beside the bed.

In my sleep, I vaguely heard the autumn wind blowing outside, but when I woke up and looked for it, I couldn't find anything. I saw only sycamore leaves covering the steps, bathed in the bright moonlight.

5. "Entering the Garden on the Beginning of Autumn" by Bai Juyi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty

Original text:

Walking alone at the head of Qujiang River, returning to the horse for a long time to enjoy the pleasure tour .

With the bleak cool breeze and the faded temples, who can tell how autumn will last.

Translation: Walking alone at the head of Qujiang River, I have not been able to get on the carriage returning from the trip. The gray hair on the temples is swaying in the bleak autumn wind. Who knows that autumn will come all of a sudden. 5. Beautiful sentences in late summer and early autumn

1. The sun shines through the dense layers of leaves of the elm tree, casting the round shadow of the sun on the ground. The south wind in late summer and early autumn brings the scent of new wheat and wormwood. The late summer and early autumn in northern Manchuria are beautiful seasons, and they are the best days of the year. The weather is neither cold nor extremely hot, the ground is still a bit green, and the people are not too busy.

2. The prosperity of summer is gradually fading away, and the sky is clear and distant, without a trace of clouds. Only the pure blue remains, as if it had been rendered by ink

Midsummer is coming, and autumn is approaching.

It is late summer and early autumn.

Autumn is getting closer.

3. In the late summer and early autumn in the south, it is always hot and irritable, just like a snail carrying a heavy shell, or like being in a dry desert, eager to find an oasis of water. It seemed as if he was suffocating and exhausted. It is said that this overlapping season can change the mentality and fate of all things, and carve a beautiful picture of the beginning and end. It is quite inspiring to think about it. Since ancient times, all things have grown up, and only the strong can survive through struggle and tempering in adversity. Only by holding an indomitable spirit in the face of adversity can we accept the challenges of life and thrive in the scorching sun and wind and rain.

4. What surprised me very much was the green of the river. It was so green. It's late summer and early autumn, but the rich green gives people a feeling of spring as deep as the sea. It turns out that the majestic mountains, lush trees, moss-stained stone walls, and dripping bamboo forests all cast green reflections in the river. In fact, the sky and the ground were all green, and even I was caught in the shining green. .

5. Although the water flow has been liberated from the mountains compared to the upper reaches, it is still quite turbulent, so it is quite unruly. The river surface is quite vast, and there are often large and small islands. With new growth of miscellaneous trees. Although it is green in spring and summer, it becomes a sparse cold forest in autumn. The water color, except for the red color during the summer flood period, is thick azure. The sound of beaches far and near kept singing.

6. The autumn water in the river is still blue and clear. The autumn mountains on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are still welcoming people. There are nine clusters of reeds along the Cangjiang River, and villages are dotted there. When you are sitting in the cabin of the ship, you only need to raise your head, and you will be greeted by the red leaves of the Chinese tallow trees on the river bank and the green mountains not far away from the sky.

6. Looking for a description of late summer and early autumn

In the days of early spring, when everything around you is shining and gradually falling apart, you can already smell it through the thick moisture of the melting snow. The smell of warm earth comes out, where the snow melts, under the slanting sun, the skylark sings innocently, and the rapids make a happy noise and roar from one valley to another.

——Turgenev's "Hunter's Notes" The spring breeze brings new green, the sunshine hugs the branches and kisses them again, the heart of the old tree becomes gentle, it puts aside those annoying clouds, and comes to be with them Playful in nature. You see, sometimes her childish innocence strikes, and she draws the breeze into the dense leaves, and plays a ethereal sound like fairy music all day long.

They worked hard to make the leaves lush and green, like layers of green waves. Our house was completely immersed in the green. When we looked up under the trees, the autumn sky, as bright as the lake after the rain, was almost invisible! God also made them paint green! Deep in the green sky, we are really deep in the green sky! ——Lu Yi's "Green Sky" For example, in March, the slightly warm weather makes you feel a little tired no matter what you do; coupled with the busy day, you will not be as tired as a sunburned person at night. Are you tired of cats in the sun? Even beating to relax is boring.

I fell on the bed, curled up and fell asleep. Looks like a dead pig.

In a deep sleep, the dreams that come and go are all faint. The mind and body are equally lazy.

It can almost be said that I am drunk, confused and tired. But after a long sleep, at noon, didn't your dream suddenly reveal a glimmer of green light, like the east wind blowing through the dead grass that has passed through the winter, making the horizon green as soon as you open your eyes.

In a daze, there was a chirping noise in front of and behind the house, like girls quarreling, or like a group of lively children singing noisily; I don’t know why it happened. , as soon as "Zhiyou" rings there, you wake up. Immediately you heard the chirping of birds all over the mountains and valleys.

The distant bells also buzzed over. You opened your eyes, and a ray of light behind the curtains gave you a deep sense of clarity.

A little to the left, the masons were chattering amidst the sound of chiseling stones; a little to the right, the sound of horse hooves seemed to be scattered all the way up the mountain. Everything brings a heart full of laughter.

Can you still lie in bed at that time? No, you will be up in a leap. He didn't even have time to put on any clothes, so he jumped out of bed and opened the window.

The sunshine outside the window looks like a smiling virgin, and it rushes into your arms. ----Whitman's "Leaves of Grass" On June 15th in the summer, the weather was crazy hot. As soon as the sun came up, the ground seemed to be on fire. There were some gray that looked like clouds but not clouds, and looked like fog but not fog. The air floated low in the air, making people feel suffocated. There was no wind at all. Xiangzi looked at the gray-red sky in the yard, drank a ladle of cold water and went out. The willow trees on the street seemed to be sick, and their leaves were hanging. A layer of dust curled up on the branches; the branches were too lazy to move and hung down listlessly. There was not a drop of water on the road, and it glowed dryly. The dust on the sidewalk flew up high, connected with the gray air in the sky, and formed a knot. It turned into a vicious formation of gray sand, scalding the faces of passers-by. It was dry everywhere, hot everywhere, and suffocating everywhere. The whole old city was like burnt bricks, making people breathless. Dogs lay on the ground spitting out their red tongues, and mules and horses The nostrils were so wide that the vendors did not dare to shout, the asphalt road melted away, and even the bronze plaques in front of the shops seemed to be melted by the sun. ——Lao She's "Camel Xiangzi" The sun penetrated the dense leaves of the elm trees, shining the sunlight. The round shadow shines on the ground.

The south wind in late summer and early autumn brings the aroma of new wheat and wormwood. The late summer and early autumn in northern Manchuria are beautiful seasons, and they are the best days of the year.

The weather is neither cold nor too hot, the ground is still a little green, and the people are not too busy. ——Zhou Libo's "The Storm" Autumn Around the Mid-Autumn Festival is the most beautiful time in Peiping.

The weather is neither too hot nor too cold, and the length of day and night is evenly divided.

There is no yellow wind blowing from Mongolia in winter, and there is no heavy rain carrying hail in the dog days.

The sky is so high, so blue, so bright, as if telling the people of Peiping with a smile: In these days, nature will not give you any threats or harm. The blue of the western and northern mountains has deepened, and they are also covered with various colors of haze every evening.

——Lao She's "Four Generations Under One Roof" Autumn is deep. The sun dimmed.

Nature has withered. Under the October clouds and mist.

The color slowly faded, the mountain tops were already covered with the first snow, and the plains were covered with thick fog. ...The damp woods were silent, as if they were crying.

Deep in the woods, a lone bird called timidly. It seemed that winter was coming. In the gauze-like fog, the sounds of sheep came from far away, whimpering. It seems to come from the depths of their souls... - Romain Rolland's "John Christophe" Autumn is coming to an end again, and the slowly undulating old hillsides are gradually turning pale yellow. In the forest at the foot of the mountain, there are countless gray branches that look like dead bones, and the scene is extremely lonely.

Fortunately, there are still a few white camellia bushes and crimson maple leaves to add some color. (Zhang Ziping's "Flying Catkins") The winter wind has become sharper than before; the sun is often covered with a fog-like head net.

Glowing faintly, the flow of gray clouds seemed sluggish and heavy. Coldness filled the atmosphere.

The grass and trees in the wild trembled horribly, as if they were unable to drag their wings, shaking off yellow and incomplete leaves from time to time, becoming more and more *** day by day. The mountains in the distance look like the remnants of a fire, with their heads burnt here and their foreheads rotten there.

Everything changed its color and took on a haggard and sad appearance. (Lu Yan's "Breathing") The moon is bright in the night, and the cold light soaks into the bones, and the cheeks feel as if they are touching ice.

The scenery under the moon seems to be frozen and cannot be moved. The cold moon and frozen clouds in the sky are so cold and bright! The heavy quilt is as heavy as iron. Except for the warmth of his own bones and flesh, everything in the sky, on the earth, and around him is cold.

How I wish to be in this situation. (Bing Xin's "For Little Readers") The flowers withered, the leaves turned yellow, gray clouds covered the sky, and the forest became sad.

Then the snow fell, and a white blanket of winter covered the earth. (Wang Renshu's "Sorrowful Love").