For love and for hate
I swat a fly and offer it
to an ant.
...
green in the field
was pounded into
rice cake
...
The summer river:
although there is a bridge, my horse
goes through the water.
...
Winter moonlight;
The shadow of the stone pagoda,
The shadow of the pine-tree.
...
spring breeze
show off the castle
above the pine tree
...
After killing
a spider, how lonely I feel
in the cold of night!
...
a quart of phlegm-
even gourd water
couldn't mop it up
...