The moon, seemingly

So still in the far-off sky,

Quakes on the waters.

Winter Cold

The strong winter gales

Shake the coats of snow off of

Even the mountains.

Sweet Music

In the breeze, the chimes

Ring out in the lonely wood,

Lightening my heart.

Strength

On the windy slope,

The bamboo bends and sways hard

But still does not break.