Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.
A flute with no holes is not a flute.
Don't imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.