Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
When I speak My lips feel cold - The autumn wind.
The old pond, ah! A frog jumps in: The water's sound.
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.