A ship in sail,a blooming flower ,a town at night,a lovely poem,leaf shadows,a child's grace,the starry skies,apple trees in spring—the thought of beauty—these are the drops of rain that keep the human spirit from death by draught.
Asthe sun is gentlyfilteredthrough theperforated facade and the leafshadows are cast upon the floor, one feels as if he is wandering amongst thegingko trees.