In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explode, and every sunset is different. --John Steinbeck
一进六月,树木苍翠、鲜花盛开、芳草碧绿,每一次的日落都变得不同。
Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly. --Pablo Neruda
寂静生碧色,黎明露华浓,六月,似蝴蝶在颤动。
Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August. --Jenny Han
一切美好、神奇的事情都会在六月到八月间发生。
六月到八月,一切都那么美好,那么神奇。
It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside. --Maud Hart Lovelace
这是六月,世界弥漫着玫瑰的芬芳。阳光洒在长满草的山坡上,像洒了一层金粉。