He did not hate the Winter now, for he knew that it was merely the Spring asleep, and that the flowers were resting.
他如今不再讨厌冬天，因为他知道，那不过是春天睡着了，花儿正在休息。
— Oscar Wilde · The Selfish Giant (1888) —
键盘照着敲一遍，更容易记住。
不用找输入框，直接敲键盘。