The moon encouraged me. I danced. My shadow tumbled after me. As far as I could tell, we were good companions. And then I was drunk, and the moon set, and we lost one another, my shadow and me. Shall anything ever be secure? All I can do is watch the long road of the …
The fields are chill. The sparse rain has stopped. The colors of Spring teem on every side. With leaping fish, the blue pond is full. With singing thrushes, the green boughs droop. The flowers of the field have dabbled their powdered cheeks. The mountain grasses are bent level at the waist. By the bamboo stream …