With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
Old pond, frog jumps in - plop.
Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count -- / Festival of the Souls.
There came a day when the clouds drifting along with the wind aroused a wanderlust in me, and I set off on a journey to roam along the seashores
When I speak My lips feel cold - The autumn wind.
Go to the pine if you want to learn about the pine, or to the bamboo if you want to learn about the bamboo. And in doing so, you must leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Otherwise you impose yourself on the object and you do not learn.