Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?
Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die
Seek on high bare trails Sky-reflecting violets... Mountain-top jewels
Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.