Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count -- / Festival of the Souls.
Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.
Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
Along my journey / through this transitory world, / new year's housecleaning.
When I speak My lips feel cold - The autumn wind.