Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die
Poverty's child - he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old - / These fields and mountains!
the universe and its beings are a complementarity of empty infinity, intimate interrelationships, and total uniqueness of each and every being.
The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.