| This autumn, why do I get old? |
|
|
| Old pond: a frog jumps in, An |
|
|
| First snow: luckily I find myself residing in my own hut |
|
|
| The Month's last day, no moon |
|
|
| Sound of paddles slapping the waves |
|
|
| As if touching a boil a willow bends |
|
|
| Fishermen's faces were seen first, then the poppy flowers |
|
|
| The Moon as your guide |
|
|
| One paddy planted |
|
|
| At my house small mosquitoes |
|
|