in my garden I pick a musk melon feeling like a thief
The end of spring- the poet is brooding about editors.
In lantern-light My yellow Chrysanthemums Lost all their color
The sea at springtime.All day it rises and falls,yes, rises and falls.
Throw open your window and let the scenery of clouds and sky enter your room.
The spring sea rising and falling, rising and falling all day.