Do Not Seek To Follow In The

Every Day Is A Journey, And The Journey Itself Is Home.

Sadly, I Part From You; Like A Clam Torn From Its Shell, I Go, And Autumn Too.

How Much I Desire! Inside My Little Satchel, The Moon, And Flowers

Orchidbreathing Incense Into Butterfly's Wings

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