Winning and losing consume you like flames
Right and wrong round you like blades
Discrimination brings more discrimination
Cannot cut a peach into four equal parts
She who bends herself to a joy
Doth the winged life destroy.
But she who kisses the joy as it flies.
Lives in eternities sunrise
Where are you going on your ox?
--Oh yes, I am going to look for my ox.
If its your ox, you’re looking for,
aren’t your riding on it?
Three years of bitter suffering
To finish planting the bamboo.
One more careful night of work
And it turns out, plum trees.
we swept out the soot of the old year.
Tonight we pound rice for New Year Goodies.
There’s a pine tree with roots,
oranges with green leaves.
I put on a fresh new robe to await the coming guests.
You should not search through others.
Lest the truth recede farther from you