With a gentle breeze, the dandelion seeds scattered, carrying wishes into the wind.
The scent of pine needles filled the air, transporting me back to childhood summers spent in the forest.
A field of wildflowers swayed in the breeze, a sea of colors under the open sky.
Life is as beautiful as summer flowers, death as serene as autumn leaves; When people are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the heart is still and the world of mortals is far away.
The melody of the piano filled the room, touching the hearts of everyone who listened.