At The Ancient Pond The Frog Plunges

The Old Pond, Ah! A Frog Jumps In: The Water's Sound.

All My Friends / Viewing The Moon – / An Ugly Bunch.

Without Bitterest Cold That Penetrates To The Very Bone, How Can Plum Blossoms Send Forth Their Fragrance All Over The World?

Year's End, All Corners Of This Floating World, Swept.

Winter Solitude- In A World Of One Colour The Sound Of The Wind.