"The mud has thawed, and swallows fly around, On the warm sand, mandarin ducks are sleeping."

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

"How I long to lie down in some gully, alone and untrammeled! But I laugh at myself: an old madman growing older, growing madder."

"At the grand vermillion gates, wine and meat spoils, while the road outside is paved with frozen bones."

"My thatched roof is torn by autumn winds—the village boys steal my thatch."