The snowflakes are flying and dancing.
A bleak song is sounded.
The wide land is silver-white.
A monk retreats after serving the tea
A cold plum flower stretches over
And blooms in silence
The evening bell outside the window sounds heavy.
The sky grows dim.
From the kitchen in the backyard comes the delicious smell of cooked rice.
(Crows noisily cheep on the eaves.)
As […]