If I Had The Knack I'd Sing

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

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

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

From The Pine Tree, Learn Of The Pine Tree; And From The Bamboo, Of The Bamboo

Do Not Seek To Follow In The Footsteps Of The Wise. Seek What They Sought.