A Flute With No Holes Is Not

Without Bitterest Cold That Penetrates To The Very Bone, How Can Plum Blossoms Send Forth Their Fragrance All Over The World?

Come Out To View / The Truth Of Flowers Blooming / In Poverty.

This Autumn- Why Am I Growing Old? Bird Disappearing Among Clouds.

Sitting Quietly, Doing Nothing, Spring Comes, And The Grass Grows, By Itself.

Every Moment Of Life Is The Last, Every Poem Is A Death Poem.