Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end - tonight's moon
Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
Learn the rules, and then forget them.
The moon and sun are travelers through eternity. Even the years wander on. Whether drifting through life on a boat or climbing toward old age leading a horse, each day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.