Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?

Just washed, How chill The white leeks!

Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count -- / Festival of the Souls.

The old pond, ah! A frog jumps in: The water's sound.

Poverty's child - he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.

First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.

Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice