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

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.

The Oak Tree: Not Interested In Cherry Blossoms.

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

Old Pond, Frog Jumps In - Plop.