"The city has fallen: only the hills and rivers remain. In Spring the streets were green with grass and trees."

"Heaven's ways include the human: among a thousand sorrows, I stand alone."

"The river is so wide, even the birds can’t cross it."

"My thatched roof is torn by autumn winds—the village boys steal my thatch."

"After the war-fires of three months, One message from home is worth a ton of gold."