First Snow-falling-on The Half-finished Bridge.

Come, Butterfly It's Late- We've Miles To Go Together.

The Old Pond, Ah! A Frog Jumps In: The Water's Sound.

When I Speak My Lips Feel Cold - The Autumn Wind.

There Is Nothing You Can See That Is Not A Flower; There Is Nothing You Can Think That Is Not The Moon.

Make The Universe Your Companion, Always Bearing In Mind The True Nature Of Things-mountains And Rivers, Trees And Grasses, And Humanity-and Enjoy The Falling Blossoms And The Scattering Leaves.