The Old Pond, Ah! A Frog Jumps

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

Seek On High Bare Trails Sky-reflecting Violets... Mountain-top Jewels

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

Spring Rain Leaking Through The Roof Dripping From The Wasps' Nest.

Don't Imitate Me / We Are Not Two Halves / Of A Muskmelon.