Moon, plum blossoms, this, that, and the day goes

In spring rain a pretty girl yawning.

Here I'm here- the snow falling.

Face of the spring moon- about twelve years old, I'd say.

Reflected in the dragonfly's eye -- mountains.

Not gifted with genius but honestly holding his experiences deep in his heart, he kept his simplicity and humanity.

before the gate -- my walking stick's made a river of melting snow