"The river is so wide, even the birds can’t cross it."

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

"I’m so thin, my shadow could slip through a crack in the door."

"The ladle's cast aside, the cup not green, The stove still looks as if a fiery red. To many places, communications are broken, I sit, but cannot read my books for grief."

"Dew is heavy on the grass below, the spider's web is ready. Heaven's ways include the human: among a thousand sorrows, I stand alone."