The spring sea rising and falling, rising and falling all day.

In lantern-light My yellow Chrysanthemums Lost all their color

In pale moonlight / the wisteria's scent / comes from far away.

Grasses are misty, The waters silent- A tranquil evening.

In the spring rain, The pond and the river Have become one.

in my garden I pick a musk melon feeling like a thief

In the water bucket a melon and an eggplant nodding to each other

Calligraphy of geese against the sky- the moon seals it.

I came to the flowers I slept beneath them this was my leisure.

Throw open your window and let the scenery of clouds and sky enter your room.

Young leaves The sound of a waterfall Heard from far and near.

The end of spring- the poet is brooding about editors.

What you want to acquire, you should dare to acquire by any means. What you want to see, even though it is with difficulty, you should see. You should not let it pass, thinking there will be another chance to see it or acquire it. It is quite unusual to have a second chance to materialize your desire.

White dew- one drop on each thorn

Lighting one candle from another - Winter night

The sea at springtime.All day it rises and falls,yes, rises and falls.