Ballet in the air... Twin butterflies until, twice white They Meet, they mate

I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.

Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.

For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.

First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.

Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?

Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end - tonight's moon