For This Lovely Bowl Let

For This Lovely Bowl Let Us Arrange These Flowers Since There Is No Rice.

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

Real Poetry, Is To Lead A Beautiful Life. To Live Poetry Is Better Than To Write It.

Make The Universe Your Companion, Always Bearing In Mind The True Nature Of Things-mountains And Rivers, Trees And Grasses, And Humanity-and Enjoy The Falling Blossoms And The Scattering Leaves.

Learn The Rules, And Then Forget Them.