Fear of falling last year's hunting horn pineal Plank Road for pilgrims who capers and crooning When the snow like a spinning wheel on the silver textile woman hanging Phi Shepherd Boys Stone Buddha's toes in his new sickle grinding Spring, oh spring I was under the Bodhi tree as a stray off horses Mined under their breath in the rock The sun in the forest fire When the quotidian woman selling her hooked feather bitter apple store Life begins with the mountain of red eyes in the ferret child missing Summer, Song playing in the basket in the country girls He cried and cried so Yanzi cloud When the aging sun opened to suck in the forest persimmon gold beard Leaves are large enough to be filled with a quatrain of Autumn, fall Oh I have a small river in the misty rain to help a Chinese fishing nets Woodcutter's ax in singing in the valley Scared cat hiding in the cold Beaver Deserted between the old woman's sleeve When the north wind whistling in the chimney Ula people wear on the ice playing with tops Lake Winter, winter Oh