When I Die, I Shall Soar With

In Your Beauty, How To Make Poems.

Who Could Be So Lucky? Who Comes To A Lake For Water And Sees The Reflection Of Moon.

Come, Seek, For Search Is The Foundation Of Fortune: Every Success Depends Upon Focusing The Heart.

We Bury Our Seeds And Wait, Winter Blocks The Road, Flowers Are Taken Prisoner Underground, But Then Green Justice Tenders A Spear

A Woman Is A Mystery To Guide A Wise And Open Man.