Just washed, How chill The white leeks!
Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
Don't imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old - / These fields and mountains!
Traveler's heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
The moon and sun are travelers through eternity. Even the years wander on. Whether drifting through life on a boat or climbing toward old age leading a horse, each day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.