The Old Pond, Ah! A Frog Jumps

Sitting Quietly, Doing Nothing, Spring Comes, And The Grass Grows, By Itself.

The Moon Is Brighter Since The Barn Burned.

Poverty's Child - He Starts To Grind The Rice, And Gazes At The Moon.

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

Summer Grasses — All That Remains Of Great Soldiers' Imperial Dreams.