The sunshine greets me with a smile. The rain, his sad sister, talks to my heart.
Woman, thou hast encircled the world's heart with the depth of thy tears as the sea has the earth.
It is the little things that I leave behind for my loved ones,--great things are for everyone.
Your smile was the flowers of your own fields, your talk was the rustle of your own mountain pines, but your heart was the woman that we all know.
The water in a vessel is sparkling; the water in the sea is dark. The small truth has words that are clear; the great truth has great silence.
I spill water from my water jar as I walk on my way, Very little remains for my home.
The clouds fill the watercups of the river, hiding themselves in the distant hills.
"Who drives me forward like fate?" The Myself striding on my back."
The sunflower blushed to own the nameless flower as her kin. The sun rose and smiled on it, saying, "Are you well, my darling?"
Either you have work or you have not. When you have to say, "Let us do something," then begins mischief.