A Quote by Masaoka Shiki

A pear tree is blooming, by a collapsed house, on an old battlefield. — © Masaoka Shiki
A pear tree is blooming, by a collapsed house, on an old battlefield.
TREE HOUSE A tree house, a free house, A secret you and me house, A high up in the leafy branches Cozy as can be house. A street house, a neat house, Be sure to wipe your feet house Is not my kind of house at all- Let's go live in a tree house.
old pear tree starlings announce harvest time
The seed of God is in us. If the seed had a good, wise and industrious cultivator, it would thrive all the more and grow up to God whose seed it is, and the fruit would be equal to the nature of God. Now the seed of a pear tree grows into a pear tree, a hazel seed into a hazel tree, and the seed of God into God.
A man watches his pear-tree day after day, impatient for the ripening of the fruit. Let him attempt to force the process, and he may spoil both fruit and tree. But let him patiently wait, and the ripe pear at length falls into his lap.
A man watches his pear tree day after day, impatient for the ripening of the fruit. Let him attempt to force the process, and he may spoil both fruit and tree. But let him patiently wait, and the ripe pear at length falls into his lap.
Oh to be a pear tree – any tree in bloom! With kissing bees singing of the beginning of the world!
As a result of the World War, this old Germany collapsed. It collapsed in its constitution, in its social order, in its economic structure. Its thinking and feeling changed.
You should go to a pear tree for pears, not to an elm.
As was the custom in such cases, the pear tree was charged with murder and sentenced to be uprooted and burned.
The Poplar grows up straight and tall, The Pear-tree spreads along the wall
If you want to know the taste of a pear, you must change the pear by eating it.
One time I saw a tiny Joshua tree sapling growing not too far from the old tree. I wanted to dig it up and replant it near our house. I told Mom that I would protect it from the wind and water it every day so that it could grow nice and tall and straight. Mom frowned at me. "You'd be destroying what makes it special," she said. "It's the Joshua tree's struggle that gives it its beauty.
In London I had pear trees in my back garden, so I'd make my own pear and green tomato chutney.
there was not a tree on the place, only the horrible prickly pear bushes thrusting out their distorted arms as if exulting in their own nakedness.
A pear-tree planted nigh: 'Twas charg'd with fruit that made a goodly show, And hung with dangling pears was every bough.
The vine that has grown old on an old tree falls with the ruin of that tree, and through that bad companionship must perish with it.
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