Old Pond, Leap-splash - A Frog.

Without Bitterest Cold That Penetrates To The Very Bone, How Can Plum Blossoms Send Forth Their Fragrance All Over The World?

I Hope To Have Gathered To Repay Your Kindness The Willow Leaves Scattered In The Garden.

Real Poetry, Is To Lead A Beautiful Life. To Live Poetry Is Better Than To Write It.

The Basis Of Art Is Change In The Universe.

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