Year's End, All Corners Of This Floating

Nothing In The Cry Of Cicadas Suggests They Are About To Die

The Oak Tree: Not Interested In Cherry Blossoms.

The Moon And Sun Are Travelers Through Eternity. Even The Years Wander On. Whether Drifting Through Life On A Boat Or Climbing Toward Old Age Leading A Horse, Each Day Is A Journey, And The Journey Itself Is Home.

Winter Solitude- In A World Of One Colour The Sound Of The Wind.

Spring Rain Leaking Through The Roof Dripping From The Wasps' Nest.