When composing a verse let there not be a hair's breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree or a swordsman leaping at a dangerous enemy.
From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo
Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice
Don't imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
When I speak My lips feel cold - The autumn wind.