Quotes About Beauty

Come, let's go Snow-viewing Till we're buried.

I'm touched by this chrysanthemum it weathered the typhoon

Violets – how precious on a mountain path.

Come, let's go snow-viewing till we're buried.

Más alto que las alondras reposo en pleno cielo sobre el puerto de la montaña

Skylark sings all day, and day not long enough.

Year's end, all corners of this floating world, swept.

Dying cricket - how full of life, his song.

Cormorant fishing: How stirring, How saddening

To talk casually About an iris flower Is one of the pleasures Of the wandering journey.

Sparrow, spare the horsefly dallying in flowers.

Clouds – a chance to dodge moon-viewing.

Unknown spring – plum blossom behind the mirror.

Still alive I am At the end of a long dream On my journey, Fall of an autumn day.

Birth of art – song of rice planters, chorus from nowhere.

Darkening waves – cry of wild ducks, faintly white.

Even a summer day isn't long enough for singing skylarks

Even badly drawn a morning glory will be charming

Cherries are in bloom here comes a guy selling yam seeds

Autumn is leaving you'd like to hide in an opium poppy

Under the cherry/blossom soup/blossom salad.

Not knowing The name of the tree, I stood in the flood Of its sweet smell.

55. Yellow rose petals/thunder-/a waterfall 65. Butterfly-/Winds curve into white poppy. 67. First winter rain-/I plod on,/traveler my name. 75. Wake butterfly-/it's late, we've miles/to go together. 93. Peony-/the bee can't bear to part. 94. Has it returned,/the snow/we viewed together? 95. No moon, no flowers, no friend-/and he drinks sake, 96. Unknown spring-/plum blossom/behind the mirror. 136. Wintry day,/on my horse/a frozen shadow.

Higher than the lark I climbed into the air, Taking breath At the summit of a pass.