Old Pond, Frog Jumps In - Plop.

Sadly, I Part From You; Like A Clam Torn From Its Shell, I Go, And Autumn Too.

Learn About A Pine Tree From A Pine Tree, And About A Bamboo Plant From A Bamboo Plant.

I Am One Who Eats Breakfast Gazing At Morning Glories.

My Body, Now Close To Fifty Years Of Age, Has Become An Old Tree That Bears Bitter Peaches, A Snail Which Has Lost Its Shell, A Bagworm Separated From Its Bag; It Drifts With The Winds And Clouds That Know No Destination. Morning And Night I Have Eaten Traveler's Fare, And Have Held Out For Alms A Pilgrim's Wallet.

A Flute With No Holes Is Not A Flute.