An autumn night - don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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
Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
No matter where your interest lies, you will not be able to accomplish anything unless you bring your deepest devotion to it.
Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die
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.