"I've watched the spring pass away again, When will I be able to return?"

"My poems are no use—they won’t fill anyone’s stomach."

"A falcon hovers at the edge of the sky. Two gulls drift slowly up the river. Vulnerable while they ride the wind, they coast and glide with ease."

"My heart is in a world of water and crystal, My clothes are damp in this time of spring rains."

"After the war-fires of three months, One message from home is worth a ton of gold."