欧宝娱乐

“Those late August mornings smelt of autumn from day-break till the hour when the sun-baked earth allowed the cool sea breezes to drive back the then less heavy aroma of threshed wheat, open furrows, and reeking manure. A persistent dew clung sparkling to the skirts of the hedgerows, and if, about noon, Vinca came upon a fallen aspen leaf, the white underside of its still green surface would be damp and glistening. Moist mushrooms poked up through the earth and, now that the nights were chillier, garden spiders retired in the evenings to the shed where the playthings were kept, and there wisely took up their abode on the ceiling.”
― Colette, Ripening Seed

“Philippe did not know how to express such a thought as: 'All too few are the occasions in life when, with mind content, eyes surfeited with beauty, heart light, retentive, and almost empty, there comes a moment for the senses to be filled to overflowing: I shall remember this as just such a moment.”
― Colette, Ripening Seed

“Quand ma cr锚pe au froment arrive sur la table, je la d茅vore aussit么t. Je l'ai command茅e au caramel au beurre sal茅. Il para卯t que beaucoup de personnes prennent plut么t du beurre sans sel, mais franchement, ils ne savent pas ce qu'ils ratent.”
― Florence Chevalier, Les Volets verts

“Les vagues s'茅crasent avec fracas sur les falaises abruptes, les mouettes volent au-dessus de nous en poussant des cris plaintifs.
鈥� Quelle cacophonie聽! s'茅crie Mamie Meuh. Elles chantent encore plus faux que moi.”
― Florence Chevalier, Les Volets verts