"The ladle's cast aside, the cup not green, The stove still looks as if a fiery red. To many places, communications are broken, I sit, but cannot read my books for grief."

"The stars lean perilously close to the earth tonight."

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

"The river's blue, the bird a perfect white, The mountain green with flowers about to blaze. I've watched the spring pass away again, When will I be able to return?"

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