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

Winter Garden, The Moon Thinned To A Thread, Insects Singing.

For This Lovely Bowl Let Us Arrange These Flowers Since There Is No Rice.

Orchidbreathing Incense Into Butterfly's Wings

Learn The Rules, And Then Forget Them.

There Came A Day When The Clouds Drifting Along With The Wind Aroused A Wanderlust In Me, And I Set Off On A Journey To Roam Along The Seashores