Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old - / These fields and mountains!
Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
April's air stirs in Willow-leaves...a butterfly Floats and balances
Go to the pine if you want to learn about the pine, or to the bamboo if you want to learn about the bamboo. And in doing so, you must leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Otherwise you impose yourself on the object and you do not learn.
Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers' imperial dreams.
A flute with no holes is not a flute.