2011 (Heisei 23 nen)
1000 ~ chrysanthemum died down ~ we threw it into the fire ~ it smelled the particular fragrance in the air
0999 ~ wintry leaf buds have hair ~ they live with long chilly winter and snow ~ in order to bloom in spring
0998 ~ putting forth buds in winter ~ a likely story! ~ by this time already they have burgeoned already
0997 ~ on the principle of duality ~ positive side and forth of the sun becomes dominant ~ the frost on the leaves of wintry vegetables thaw out at the sunny side
0996 ~ in the wintry chilly field ~ if i close my eyes ~ the grassland comes into existence from there all around
0995 ~ i took a steam-breathing in the winter field ~ it really look like the figure of my life ~ excepting in my body
0994 ~ i was caught in a snowstorm ~ though the main pillar of the tavern was all firm ~ i felt at ease
0993 ~ they dispense the sacrament for the fox ~ they offer the deep-fried tofu to her ~ then the leaves are dancing around them
0992 ~ the sea tide is coming in the shore ~ plovers are forced to resign from the feeding water’s edge ~ they stare sadly and cry
0991 ~ on the very day of the winter solstice ~ we Japanese take the Chinese lemon bath for our health enhancements ~ though i buy it at the double before early sundown
0990 ~ the year-end cleaning started ~ nonparticipants were waiting till after the cleaning in a anteroom ~ and made dusters with shabby towels for entries
0989 ~ when i sneezed ~ some one chanted an incantation ~ ‘God Bless You!’
0988 ~ i caught a cold and come down with a fever ~ my mother applied an ice pack to my head ~ it sounded alike laps
0987 ~ the bus is a long time coming ~ passengers are waiting impatiently for it ~ they are all benumbed with the wintry chill air
0986 ~ i am an all drunkard ~ with swinging gait the cold pierced me ~ to my bone and my shadow
0985 ~ everybody died on me ~ though butterfly-shapen clouds ~ were coming into the world and racking continuously
0984 ~ i looked up at the wintry air for a while ~ i was all huddled up ~ with the cold chilly blue
0983 ~ she made a fire ~ with a bamboo blow-pipe ~ the Cinderella complex struck root in her mind
0982 ~ fellers were pruning in the cedar forest ~ i passed by that leaves were falling down ~ then i get an itch on my back
0981 ~ i bathed my feet in hot water ~ and i felt chill after a bath ~ from the tiptoe
0980 ~ it is not at the stage for falling down yet ~ Camellia leave gets the snow off the ground ~ without mercy
0979 ~ i run into another brick wall at the end of this year ~ year-end gift-giving ‘oseibo’ season has come ~ i could not make a return call on them again
0978 ~ round-shaped bean-jam pancake ‘imagawayaki’ ~ tumbled down ~ between tubs
0977 ~ today’s side dish is boiled raddish ~ the head of radish is left unused in the kitchen ~ likes someone’s head on public display
0976 ~ a coal briquette ~ with air-holes that burns well~ is burning red within the charcoal brazier ‘shichirin’ in the ‘kotatsu’
0975 ~ northwester has come ~ that helmsman displays ~ his hard-bitten skills
0974 ~ in Buddhism, they limit time and eat vegetables ~ for the consecration to thinking about mortal ~ at maturity, they eat fish and meat
0973 ~ i got on stilts and was walking hear and there ~ after that, when i descended from them ~ i used to be intimidated by its height
0972 ~ i bought a roast sweet potato ~ there was a little cute Ksitigarbha ~ i dispensed a part of it to him for the offering
0971 ~ i got old now, i saw the work for the rice-cake making ~ and saw the handle of the beetle ~ that the able-bodied man was pounding
0970 ~ the method of snowbreaking prevention for the pine tree ~ is nattily formed of ~ ornaments of the fireman’s standard
0969 ~ i sit alone by the irori fireplace ~ brings back many pleasant things ~ firewood makes only burning sounds
0968 ~ don’t joke with me on my baldness ~ when i bare my head ~ it’s not to say that i don’t want to be
0967 ~ i put my gloves on ~ because i feel disgraced to show ~ my chapped hands with townies eyes fixed on them
0966 ~ Japanese ‘tabi’ socks ~ have strings for laundry ~ in their inner tiptoes
0965 ~ all the local people mended the pond ~ there are a lot of dredged materials ~ some of them are suddleless bicycles
0964 ~ they are already in winter clothes ~ strong winds blow through the tall buildings ~ breast of coat was separated into right and left by the wind
0963 ~ the natto that was dredged in ~ lush foliage Welsh onions ~ gave me a full of the energy of life
0962 ~ i washed the pan ~ that guests finished their mutton barbecues ~ with all my might
0961 ~ the candle lights ~ are flaring on my family altar ~ by the draft wind from somewhere
0960 ~ a pair of mandarin ducks ~ draped all over each other ~ in the reed bush
0959 ~ i sheltered from the wintry chilly sea breeze behind the rack for the airing fish nets ~ though it was like beating my head against the wall
0958 ~ magpies are fix Altair up with Vega ~ though who makes up a marriage of a couple of magpies ~ they are building a nest
0957 ~ first freezing is frozen over the surface of the basin ~ i slap at it by my toe ~ in order to hear the sound of it
0956 ~ i trickled out of the tap for keeping from freezing ~ though an icicle hanged down from it ~ in the next early morning
0955 ~ the male Aphidoidea with white secretion ~ also my unshaven face ~ have not mouths
0954 ~ i was gave free rein to be able to sleep ~ in the winter field drunkenly ~ if the hell with me
0953 ~ two farmers are scrambling ~ to claim ownership of their field ~ without defining border line each other
0952 ~ a willful man ~ has his way on the border line ~ of the garden and the field
0951 ~ the wintry sunshine glimmered on the seashore ~ and the chilly lapping waves was cooling down ~ its warmth from the sun
0950 ~ the chilly air makes snivels ~ and it makes a dripless drop ~ at the tip of the nose hair
0949 ~ the snow-dust stirred up ~ among the gleaming black trees ~ that were covered with the rime
0948 ~ against the dry wind in Jyoshu ~ Shimonita-onions are growing up ~ thickly and strongly
0947 ~ an icy dew ~ contains the airy region ~ and takes in everything
0946 ~ the vine crawled ~ and twines round the grid ~ it headed towards the winter haze
0945 ~ since when Japanese woodcutters ~ have long ceased to chop down a tree with axes ~ thereafter mountains have stayed asleep
0944 ~ the first snowfall of the season falls lightly ~ though cars line up bumper to bumper ~ on the arterial roads
0943 ~ the fulminanting sound of the wintry thunders ~ reached fishermen’s ears ~ it’s the time to go yellowtail fishing
0942 ~ the wintry fountain ~ is disgorging the water swiftly ~ and push water-weeds downriver
0941 ~ Ligustrum japonicum produced its fruits ~ that look like scats of mice ~ they were ash-dry
0940 ~ isobars on the meteorologic chart ~ jostles each other ~ we are hit by a cold wave
0939 ~ if there is the north wind ~ or the sun ~ i have only one suit i stand up in
0938 ~ it drizzles ~ an autumn leaf is stuck fast ~ on my umbrella
0937 ~ it hails ~ and overspread along the country clay road ~ as the bead-works
0936 ~ restlessness of defoliations ~ recovered their moisture ~ by the sleet
0935 ~ strumming a tune on a ukulele ~ has been interrupted ~ by the chilly wind near shore
0934 the laundry hanger ~ was twiddled by the wintry wind ~ as the rondo
0933 ~ the seat next the window ~ is bursting with the wintry weak sunshine ~ through the window sill
0932 ~ whiskers were frozen in the blizzard ~ so we could not open our faces each other ~ and horses were curbed
0931 ~ today is the total eclipse of the moon ~ the whole family stepped outside our door ~ except me
0930 ~ when the master put more chips in the fire ~ it burst open ~ guests drawn their backs back in some alarm
0929 ~ on a wintry bright day ~ a doddering old man ~ hung his laundry out to dry
0928 ~ it was chilly raining outside ~ i remained standing perplexity ~ with carrying heavy shopping-bags in both hands
0927 ~ the river is dried up ~ it is engraved into the earth ~ deeply
0926 ~ a ladle at the laver in the shrine ~ rolled off there ~ and has frozen to the ground
0925 ~ if you are in busy morning ~ boiled new rice with a raw egg ~ it’s notably a nutritious breakfast in Japan
0924 ~ the aspic of the Japanese flounder ~ is very delicious for the rice, though ~ you should take care not to get stuck in your throat
0923 ~ i drunk with the flies ~ and ate Japanese hotchpotch alone ~ with the mustard had taken effect
0922 ~ the soup-laminaria ~ slipped out ~ between the salted turnip ‘Senmaiduke’
0921 ~ in the moonlight ~ i made the trip home ~ with a salted-salmon shouldered
0920 ~ it’s the time of breaking up ~ the porridge of rice and vegetables was wiped out ~ and the innner bottom of earth pot was paraded
0919 ~ the North-West winter wind ~ were standing out ~ from the Sea of Sagami to the Paciffic Ocean
0918 ~ the kitei s flying flat ~ in the the winter wind-lull ~ and singing in a low key
0917 ~ the call-up red paper was sent in~i campaiged imperatively~it happened to nobody but myself
0916 ~ on the day of the season juncture ‘Taisetsu’~statue of Deity of Mercy ‘Kannon’~was clad in the green rust
0915 ~ a man who was thinking to throw himself ~ hung between life and death~in front of the crossing gate that was falling down
0914 ~ at the raw winter night ~they were mawling each other~in the warm bed
0913 ~ guardian deity of children ‘Jizou-Bosatsu’ ~ gave the bushwarbler a little smile ~ to the winter-sundrenched bush
0912 ~ a patch of the melting snow damp ~ formed the icicle-hung ~ the little wealth gave birth to the little care
0911 ~ the specter of snow-lady ~ insufflates to kill the unmarrigeable-aged man ~ i feel the cold breeze
0910 ~ due to stripping leaves ~ deadwoods on this mountain ~ come into their full views
0909 ~ i felt the weight of someone’s eyes in the woods ~ i watched their direction ~ there was a deer
0908 ~ there are a lot of withered ~ oak leaves on the mountain ~ the amout is awful quantity
0907 ~ i cried until no tears are left ~ in the meantime ~ leaves have been stripping calmly
0906 ~ the ligament of sealed Japanese oyster ~ was cut off with a knife ~ and was gaping instantly
0905 ~ iron, gold, silver each and every ox was sealed ~ and was kept in the shelf of mountain-god ~ until the first work of the New Year
0904 ~ waterfowls ~ are streaming down ~ corkily
0903 ~ flying clouds ~ those are glittering in the sun ~ has brought the snow with them
0902 ~ the dry gale from Mt Akagi ~ was too high ~ even to be unable to pedal my bicycle
0901 ~ a lady’s 30 years long-cherished hope ~ finally came true ~ at the time of flowering of winter-cherry
0900 ~ the mole is one of the vermins ~ was destroyed ~ by children with the straw rope
0899 ~ farmers have done with the bird scarer ~ that has been set up ~ in the field on October
0898 ~ i stopped keeping ~ my dialy journal in Jun ~ it likes a half blank-book
0897 ~ over and over years ~ stone-steps of shrine wore down ~ there is a street-stallman’s calendar shop
0896 ~ the bad-egg stands without working ~ keeps his arms close to the vest ~ until blisterfoot arrives
0895 ~ a vanity and a slicker ~ brown matid ~ rides on the dog
0894 ~ fishermen in the likeness of friends ~ lured dolphins into a trap ~ with intent to kill and to eat
0893 ~ slightly bitter taste of sea-cucumber ~ struck me as tragicomical ~ with the salty scent
0892 ~ the fire of kiku-charcoal ~ is dying down ~ likes the year draws to a close
0891 ~ the dinghy was upset ~ by the seasonal north-west wind of Hayama ~ as quick as wink
0890 ~ the craftsman was making ‘Washi-paper’ ~ moving from side to side on the bamboo mat mold ~in the pulp suspension pool
0889 ~ in the live-box ~ Japanese flounder will not be able ~ to see the old year out
0888 ~ a globe and/or glove that someone losted ~ got a hold of nothing ~ on the road side
0887 ~ they turned their back ~ each other ~ to warm oneself at the fire
0886 ~ there was the mountain ~ upon mountain of the bush ~ lay ahead us like folding screens
0885 ~ a thousand of chicks ~ drowsed away ~ in the warm aviary all night
0884 ~ we had wintry rain ~ overnight into the following morning ~ there was the icy moor
0883 ~ the wintry night star ~ went behind ~ my viewable breath
0882 ~ the Labor Thanksgiving Day ~ is the Higuchi Ichiyo’s obit ~ and my birthday
0881 ~ kerria japonica ~ shed its leaves and their green branches ~ ramified to the each ray of hopes
0880 ~ call notes of a bush-warbler ~ is the best music ~ in the died-down bamboo-grass shrubs
0879 ~ i was basking ~ the beating sound of futon’s dust off ~ in the wintry sun
0878 ~ little grebe ~ are you going to go under the water? ~ pinch your nose
0877 ~ winter buds were repeated ~ the ice coating and melting ~ by the greening hand of God
0876 ~ i was swept off my feet ~ by dried-up vines ~ there was the gallant dead
0875 ~ fatsia drops down her flowers ~ by the blowing cold sea breeze ~ at the sunset nearshore
0874 ~ Yukio Mishima died ~ lamenting the ruin of us ~ nothing have been able to be done
0873 ~ on the high beams ~ overwintering swallows are softened ~ by watching our happy family life
0872 ~ Pilgrim Fathers celevrated the first harvest festival ~ in the difficult circumstances ~ May Flowers survived and fruited
0871 ~ a single mandarin drake ~ did not utter a single honk ~ single darkness has arrived
0870 ~ a wall calendar ~ lattermost paper ~ flutters in the hot-air heating
0869 ~ a watchman with diffidence ~ struck his clappers ~ in the rich neighborhood
0868 ~ fire-watchmen ~ went their rounds ~ hunched their backs against the wintry chill
0867 ~ the season of hair coming off ~ collects the combing ~ they are grizzlies
0866 ~ remaining autumn tints ~ lay thick on the bench ~ i raked them and sat there
0865 ~ deciduous leaves of persimmon ~ were painted with various paints ~ now they wither and scurry in the wind
0864 ~ frost formed under a mass of rock ~ it seemed slightly-moved ~ I imagined
0863 ~ my knitted cap ~ some pieces of dried grass in the stiches ~ smells of the winter
0862 ~ i wore padded sleeveless kimono jacket ~ on my European clothes ~ half-Japanese, half-Western
0861 ~ turned on the oil heater ~ fed the stove with oil automatically ~ made a sound of the swallow
0860 ~ dirty hands ~ put cold black coal to the fired stove ~ with coal-oil-stained newspapers
0859 ~ flowering Christmas-cactus ~ under the eaves ~ in the wintry weak sun
0858 ~ blowing Aeolus ~ the boat put the full right rudder ~ in the Mare Undarum
0857 ~ a hand-knit sweater ~ ancient history is here ~ in an old cardboard
0856 ~ balls of wool ~ half-finished knitting ~ fruitless one-way love
0855 ~ rail way deep in snow ~ the owl train run ~ through the snowfield
0854 ~ icy clouds ~ hanging high in the sky ~ Mt Fuji is there
0853 ~ daffodils are ~ in light green sharpen buds ~ ‘s a crumb of my comfort in winter
0852 ~ i watched the spud ~ in front of the oil-stove ~ in the indigent dying year
0851 ~ a fir ~ set a fruit on its top ~ Star of Bethlehem
0850 ~ traveling gulls ~ got roosting on the pile ~ they will not be there tomorrow morning
0849 ~ nose pads of my spectacles ~ felt cold between my brows ~ ‘s wintry feeling
0848 ~ zelkova serrata’s colonnade ~ has clad in electric spectaculars ~ there is the year-end sky
0847 ~ Sirius is shinning in the sky ~ with his loftiness ~ looks contemptuously at subcelestials
0846 ~ a scientist received ~ a flesh wound without any apparent cause after a gust ~ he believed in God
0845 ~ a kitchener in Zen temple ~ was stirring ‘kenchin’ clear-soup ~ with a giant ladle
0844 ~ ridges of the sea waves were shimmered ~ by the moon shining in the wintry gloom ~ like the samurai sword
0843 ~ sweet potatoes ~ were roasted by a master ~ whose face flamed with stoking the woods
0842 ~ bear hunters ~ performed ablutions at first ~ to dedicate themselves to God
0841 ~ a piece of snow flurry in a clear sky ~ fell on my lashes floaty ~ like feathers
0840 ~ a passenger is coughing ~ without covering his mouse in the train ~ others are holding their breath like skin-diving
0839 ~ four days after the midwinter ~ racehorses are running with steaming ~ at the racecourse in front of a audience
0838 ~ all his life St Shokuh ~ was simply attired himself ~ in the canned-paper-garb of a priest
0837 ~ a custom of gathering fruite all but one ~ for the genius of tree ~ not only farmers but also azure‐winged-magpie doesn’t eat it adringly
0836 ~ ctrus-nobilis have a thick and stiff peel ~ i try to eat and get my claws into it ~ fruitless effort
0835 ~ in the kitchen at full blast ~ a kettle boils and produces a steam ~ in the lunar november
0834 ~ i was dunned for debts ~ at the end of the year ~ it is the part of prudence to do that
0833 ~ the first snow of the year ~ disappeared like a packet of salts ~ more rapid than the first love
0832 ~ i determined ~ anxious about my olden mother’s breathes ~ by her bedside
0831 ~ it is too difficult ~ to eat the boiled bean curd ~ with the japanned chopsticks
0830 ~ i slipped off to sleep ~ with pillowing on my arm ~ in the lower-body warmer
0829 ~ i left the art musium empty-hearted ~ look up at the boundless night sky ~ the moon was shining
0828 ~ point-blank ~ stone-broked ~ person stands in a winter grove
0827 ~ hibernating bats ~ are snoring loudly ~ in their comfortable cubby
0826 ~ i blew off ~ to go to bathhouse ~ it was too cold outside
0825 ~ a night-hunter ~ bagged a large game ~ lighted a cigarette with a slow match
0824 ~ the rugby team lost a match ~ the players were weaping bitter tears ~ in the chilly drizzle
0823 ~ the water for fire-fighting on the roof ~ is turning to ice ~ under the winter moonlight
0822 ~ pine cones ~ are peeping out their seeds a little ~ in a warm autumn day
0821 ~ the cold wintry wind ~ was blowing to the sea ~ had control over the wave force
0820 ~ person stranded after missing the last train ~ the station where went black ~ was a cold shadow in the winter midnight
0819 ~ hangers-on ~ uses flattery to get a ladder ~ he chafes up mentor’s foot
0818 ~ some animal’s dried-up bones ~ were bleached ~ in the desolated wintry riverbed
0817 ~ at the end of November ~ a farmer suns green-head-radishes ~ in the winter
0816 ~ Labor Thanksgiving Day ~ is celebrated ~ on the unemployment lines
0815 ~ a radish stew with stock ~ maintains the firmness ~ one of the best warmer-upper in the winter
0814 ~ i assart the lotus root ~ bear up in the icy water ~ fishermen are operating sail-boats with the chilly wind offshore
0813 ~ a medicine woman of the specific ritual for the furnace ~ wore the traditional Shinto costume ~ offer a beautiful additon to the barebones kitchen
0812 ~ a hibach brazier ~ is out of inherent use ~ nowadays for a fishbowl
0811 ~ in the winter on the tea ceremony ~ master sets down a teaketlle at the fixed place of the tea room ~ where covered with a cute tatami
0810 ~ in the winter tea master ~ spreads the pine leaves over the moss-garden ~ every leaf bore an likeness to the character of hito (人)
0809 ~ i kept a flyswatter has done with it ~ i rubbed my hands for warmth ~ on the anniversary of Kobayashi Issa death
0808 ~ setting floating traps between two days ~ waterfowl were sleeping on the water ~ the sun will not rise for them | kigo: floating traps
0807 ~ i can’t break my nightcaps ~ “shake your bad habit” ~ cause you say so | kigo: nightcap
0806 ~ i bundle myself up ~ excessive loves from beloved wife ~ on cold days
0805 ~ gropes to him ~ lives under the ground ~ a slimy weatherfish
0804 ~ the ceremony of beginning to grow child’s hair ~ then he/she has a white-hairpiece on the head ~ I had by this time
0803 ~ a warped falling leaf of big-leaf-magnolia ~ wraps raindrops round it ~ on account of next spring
0802 ~ in the winter sunshine ~ I pulled the turnip out ~ its root vegetable was stark white
0801 ~ in the mandarin orange hill ~ elders on a mini monorail train ~ were ascending to the sky
0800 ~ a hawk sets a target ~ as quick as flash ~ against bright blue sky
0799 ~ I have a cold constitution ~ cuddling up with a hot-stone in my bed ~ before having a stomach ache
0798 ~ at a time of past ~ we discarded caplins without tasting ~ Japanese sea was bountiful and beautiful
0797 ~ a floristess was holding flowers against her chest ~ they wanted to suck her nipple as babies ~ in the greenhouse
0796 ~ defoliations kept falling ~ their faces are covered with frost ~ I got chill
0795 Deciduous trees has defoliated. Drifted leaves are accumulating on the cultivated soil basad.
0794 One of sects of Buddhist in Japan, St Shinran said, “Amitabha Tathagata elects to the good, still much more the bad.”
0793 In Japan, the word of ‘Shishamo’ (spirinchus lanceolatu / shishamo smelt / capelin) fish based on Ainu language. It signified the willow-leave that was invested with deity by their God of Hosts on their myth. The time of willow-leaves defoliating, the fish run up in huge shoals in Hokkaido, so they named the fish ‘Sisamo’.
0792 Globefish’s sashimi (sliced raw globefish) is one of the assiette. In many cases, it places the sashimi on a white blue-colored Arita plate, and the sashimi teases off its white meat filmily. You know, The plate color can be seen through the meats bluish.
0791 Kurama temple’s monks who practice asceticism are giving an inspection of fruited nandina trees. Because, they carry them as amulets on the event of Takekiri-no-Eshiki in every summer .
0790 ~ a flower-head of tea ~ dropped on the recess ~ apologetically and graciously
0789 ~ a dormouse ~ hibernates in a tree hollow ~ sound sleeping till spring
0788 ~ a raccoon ~ with cunning face ~ looks around in my field
0787 ~ I ate a good table ~ with great relish ~ a winter warbler chirruped in the bush.
0786 ~ early flowering camellia ~ blossoms by the sloping roadside ~ an old man ascended there slowly
0785 I played the shadow picture on the torn paper screen. A bird that complained about his ever-changing life reflected on it.
0784 Flowers of tea were bestrewing their petals around its roots. Mt Fuji capped with snow was over there.
0783 I pulled in my both arms in sleeves of the tight-sleeved wadded kimono coat, then I just shivered with cold.
0782 This charcoal container that made of gourd gets off with a ingredient of sushi roll.
0781 Persimmon defoliations have almost all colors on them except sky blue.
0780 The Ligularia tussilaginea that has yellow flowers like the positive glow grows behind the rock shadow.
0779 I am dreadfully near-sighted. So I don’t see any faint light in the distance. Though someone teaches me where Sterope is and how shinning it is, I can clearly see it in my inner night sky with looking up at the real winter sky.
0778 A cultivator that covered with the corrugated wall goes unattended at the center of the winter rice-field lonesomely.
0777 The river water is low with drought now, but there is a line on the bank, that is the watermark of the other day’s flood.
0776 When the tea-ceremony master stirred the charcoal fire, I heard the Aeolian sound of wind from the outside bamboo fence.
0775 I swept the garden purly, after that, Camellia-sasanqua scattered their petals quietly. I had my afflictions sanctified.
0774 Plovers were twittering and walking at the seashore. It’s a fact that they were there, but their footprints, in other words, living proofs were washed out by the ripple of the sea in no time.
0773 I fight my way through the rocky shore sealine in the wave splash. It’s the warmer-than-normal winter.
0772 As dawn breaks, snowcapped mountains got the Morgenrot in the finely and winy winter air.
0771 If you venture into the winter wilderness, you should be prepared yourself to encounter with any difficulties.
0770 The bamboo blind that covered the object-enshrined of the shrine (Jinjya) caught a gust of wind and its edge has turned up a little. The deity was home then.
0769 Maybe, any girl has forgotten her skipping-rope and leaved it at the park. The pink fiber rope was glittering with the winter sunset helplessly.
0768 There was a look of massive delight in the face of the child who was holding his both hands with his parents on the Seven-Five-Three Festival (ShichiGoSan).
0767 Oh, how cute this puppy is! I frolicked with him on a warm and cloudless winter day.
0766 A fisherman was pulling the mooring line with the first frost in the early and chilly winter morning at the mini-wharf.
0765 On the Indian day’s afternoon, I slipped off to sleep on the unblighted grass at a teeny-weeny promontory.
0764 There’s nothing worse than unrequited love. Everyone should know when to give a crush up.
0763 Bright-red roses bloomed in some one’s yard, they overstrewed their petals all over the show as the red carpet.
0762 The winter sunlight began to shine the outer surface of the paperdoor with sliding window(Nekoma-shoji). I slided it up and let the sunlight come into the room directly. It became warmer and brighter around there.
0761 I gave my mother to get warm in bed. I made a hot-water bottle and inserted it in her bed.
0760 My house cat is sleeping on the furnace with remaining heat. So, I eat rice-balls and pickled-vegetables those are eaten without being cooked.
0759 Tu-whit! tu-whoo! the horned-owl talks in his sleep during the day.
0758 We sat around the fire at an farmer’s house in the Tohoku district. Whole his family were the good, they were assiduous in their attentions to us and his wife treated us with natto in the bean paste soup from the pan above the irori fireplace. Though… All of them, auld lang syne beautiful climates and goodnesses … were swept away by a Tsunami at once …
0757 In winter, they fill windows which were faced north in the wall to prevent drafts. But it was no better than a placebo, drafts blew from anywhere.
0756 The lid which was covered the pan is singing, the porridge of rice and vegetables has boiled up.
0755 The lady wears classy colored kimono-coat is very beautiful as a reflorescence in the winter sky.
0754 Are you also a love-lorn? It is just one of those things.
0753 Winter is the grim season. It has the uncompromising stance.
0752 The sight of the cape where was a beauty to it was winterly beyond description.
0751 It’s winterly this morning. There was crisp coolness of winter that I was shaped up by.
0750 I cleaved Taiyaki in two pieces. One was the part of head, the other was the part of tailfin. At first, I ate the head part that staffed with bung-full bean-jam (an).
0749 Since the transfer of the capital, Kudarano was brimful of effete air and got forgotten, at the end, it slipped from the history.
0748 Live and learn.
0747 My fingers get chapped in winter. I look at them that already have pains on the first day of winter today.
0746 Pine needles are exposed to the winter rain. At that time, I looked at them with a small winter gift that I take a notion to present her undecidedly in my hand.
0745 I took a peep at an old man who roved through the desolate field from my train window on the anniversary of Basho’s death.
0744 Mothers who leaved their children in someone’s care were attended at a O.G. tea party. They spent their time chatting youthfull
0743 I saw the waves in the distance and am looking at them all the time. Now they are here. It is the end of fall.
0742 Autumn is well on, the flow of the waterfall has dwindled.
0741 At the tea party, the master of ceremonial-tea drained off the hot water in the ladle and placed it on the kettle in peace.
0740 I reduced shochu-spirit with citrus-sudachi and beat them up like whirling waves.
0739 Those are eminent trees which put on autumn colors vibrantly. Though they are going to be stripped of leaves once, they are nothing but brooms which sweep up the winter air.
0738 Nuts which are exposed to the autum rain are falling drop by drop from their trees.
0737 Sightless person can see the moon, too. Because it is there.
0736 In my eyes, it appers that glssamers seek to find clews to clouds.
0735 Farmers are gathering their crops in order to condemn with tears in Fukushima region now.
0734 Offing-going-porgies at that were aimed by fishermen had dived into the ocean floor.
0733 The shop where closed down was quite empty and poorly-lit through dusty show windows. I felt the cold world at the autumn nightfall.
0732 Three beanbags which was charged with newly-seeds of Coix lacryma-jobi were rising up into the air.
0731 A corner of a cake of tofu that was made of newly-harvested soybeans was broken off a little.
0730 I roven through the autumn fields. There was only a rustle of leaves in the breeze.
0729 Farmers separated their fields by granny-knotted bamboo barriers from destructive deers. Though, on the following morning, barriers were broken by cornuted stags.
0728 I watched her. Her rouged lips were splendid as if it were red leaves in the autumn sunlight. I got the urge to salute her closely and blazingly.
0727 The lunar September 9th is at once the Chrysanthemum Festival Day and the Girl’ Autumn Festival Day. In the past, On that day eve, people used to overlay chrysanthemum flowers with cotton, saturate it with dew, and they wiped down their bodies with it on the very morning under the old superstition that the night dew was filled with the spirit of viridity.
0726 November 3rd is ‘Culthre Day’ in Japan. The anniversary aims to promote the peaceful Japanese culture.
0725 When a woman has once lost her virtue, she will shrink from no crime.
0724 There is so much more to life than bitter experiences.
0723 An old stooped old woman dried persimmons on the underneath of the hack in the sun.
0722 A gentleman who invited to a tea ceremony eats a yellow-pottery. No, no nothing like that. He eats a Chenese -lemon-cake within miso served with tea.
0721 The hunter tumbled himself that he did indulge in wanton waste of life. He took the lives of innocent birds and animals under a situation where there was no need to take. He was fond of taking lives. He who got wise changed his course of life. He went to the sab.
0720 I passed through the marish autumn field where a hassock of red-flowered Polygonum-thunbergii were blossoming.
0719 Shin-soba is in season! Let’s go buckwheat-noodle-restaurant where we eat shin-soba and drink some nuri-masu-measures of fresh shin-shu!
0718 (i.q. 719)
0717 (i.q. 719)
0716 (i.q. 719)
0715 (i.q. 719)
0714 I have been waiting all my life for someone like you.
0713 You begin by succeeding in something that is difficult, and then you work for your own interests. Never put off evil days.
0712 The Baronage that got a lady’s profuse oaths shouted at his counsellors angrily, “Who says that a harlot is false?” he who held his head high was on the verge of his catastrophe.
0711 I used to go to the rest room from my warm bed as I kept my hands in my sleeves in the late-autumn chilly night.
0710 In Japan, crop-situation-inspectors powered over farmers with hiding behind their authority of the local governor in early modern ages.
0709 I was overtaken by an early-winter shower near the shore. There were a lot of dried-horse-mackerels that had eyes full of tears.
0708 Autumn leaves began to sink to a nadir of the brook calmly and silently.
0707 I had sat alone quietly by the brook, just harboring a crush on you, then the water turned bell-clear.
0706 I bathed my hands in the water in order to come back to my normal self, but the action produced me the fever was raging inside.
0705 I cracked nuts struck together with clapping my hands.
0704 It grows colder and coolder with each passing day. I am an untidy sleeper, though I sleep in bed normally these days.
0703 I picked holes in bamboo joints to make a new bamboo blow-pipe for building fire. Winter is right around the corner.
0702 Shrike sacrifices his games to the gods. After that, he keeps them intact and distributes them among other birds.
0701 From the evil woman guard yourself, and the good one never trust.
0700 I am in a brown study in the depth of autumn at the blazing fire.
0699 He broke a big persimon off at the head of the tree with bamboo pole. I warned him never to drop down it in life.
0698 A ginkgo leaf that turned yellow has defoliated on my drawing palette.
0697 An autumn sacred bird (Inaohosedori) let drop his harvest by mistaken. Hey, you have a friend to cry together here I am.
0696 The hanting falcon is in full feather, so he is good as new. He is waiting eagerly for winter hunting in his roost momentaly.
0695 I ordered a cup of rice boiled with chestnuts of this autumn harbest. Blow me! There were not any whole-chestnut in it. I that think none ill … am soonest beguiled.
0694 When you removed your makeup, suddenly autumn mountain is with a vividness.
0693 When I held the decor of the autumn leaf on the Japanese food with vermilion-lacquered chopsticks, they looked me as though they were the branch of the leaf.
0692 In the autumn sunshine, bedders had dainty figures in the flowerbed, so I got the urge to mat up them.
0691 I felt the feeling that winter is coming through the sole of my hiking boots on the hill.
0690 Leaves are beginning to turn red, so I give it time to turn full colors. Though I let their primes pass as I let my life pass by. / Idleness is the devil’s workshop. / Security is the greatest enemy.
0689 It was just the drunken ‘Dutch courage’ talking. Uh… nonetheless I wish I could sink into the floor now.
0688 This thinned-out mini-radish takes center stage of the Japanese boiled & mixed vegetables (Ohitashi) for tonight’s nibble.
0687 The highlights of this show are chrysantemum dolls that craftsmen made them with utmost cares.
0686 The Crane often let the welcher down.
0685 Give me liberty, or give me death. Am I a selfish? Am I nuisance to you? I think freedom is a jewel, not a shellfish! .
0684 Though liberty is not licence for being alive, so leaves are hanging between life and death.
0683 If we could not get any fruits, we would brush with death. Defoliation will be no better than plant food with the exception of only this leaf which fluttered down to my book.
0682 I want to live a manfull life when I would meet my death. Give me liberty, or give me death! I don’t care what follows. apres moi le deluge.
0681 We have an abnormally hot autumn this year. It is almost certainly due to one of the grobal warming trend.
0680 The woodsmen have gone down mountains. The forest has been covered with frost in the depths of mountains and has snow subsequently.
0679 Farmers have been outfitted themselves for the journey to the hot-spring-cure atiptoe for allaying their fatigues.
0678 Maybe the woodpecker does not get a concussion.
0677 Woodpeckers are pecking trees for the wintering more times than I can count, and trees are shedding their innumerable leaves for their next numberless buds.
0676 I took a walk and gathered Ginkgo nuts near the station. I bent myself to gathering them gradually, the next thing I know was that I was at the Palace Plaza.
0675 This pestle is made of Japanese-pepper. I ground their seeds with it. Parents tend to err on the side of the child.
0674 He stuck a lot of grass seeds to his whole body and gaped at the beautiful maple-filled gorge dazzling in the autumn evening sun.
0673 On the autumn evening, I talked about the past prosperity and close barflies alone with the tippler in his bar that had become completely declasse.
0672 She tried to weed out Persicaria-senticosa, though it was disobedient to her perfectly.
0671 The butterfly was cracked up to be beautiful a while ago, now, she come down in the world. But she died nobly at last gasp. She might not be what it once was, but she was still first-class postmortem.
0670 In my boyhood, every boy developed his skill in whipping cast-iron tops, that means he attained proficiency in rasping on their edges.
0669 I put away reed-sliding-doors in my house. The Ranma accepts their roles of ventilating during the winter.
0668 Pine tree has greens throughout the year. At a time, snowcapped Mt Fuji that has successive beauties of the year shows fitfully through pine trees. The constants and variables contrast strikingly.
0667 The leaves and the flowers dropped to the ground under the autumn cloudy sky before winter. ‘Nature hates all sudden changes,’ and It says only hello and/or goodbye.
0666 He is well known as a ‘persimmon-eater’ to the local population. So, when he gets home from shopping genially, he almost always packs his shopping bag with persimmons in late autumn.
0665 It becomes cold in the morning. The metal shrinks with cold and shortens in some small measure.
0664 It is be hoped that I would set aside time to be with you in such a lovely autumn day.
0663 There are a lot of tillers send out in the rice field. Putting it another way, it’s open field.
0662 The insect inserted her ovipositor into the earth with putting forth her final effort.
0661 A lot of golden stairways to Heaven descended between clouds at sunset on Michaelmas.
0660 The autumn bright-water streams down the gorge. Curiously, once the water goes into the sea, it turns marine-blue.
0659 I keep my legs in the autumn leaf-strewn pass with a quiet-vanilla heart.
0658 A spottie suspected I was there. She got spooked and run off there with scattering leaves.
0657 Birds are pecking at the pickings in the every autumn field eagerly. They store up food for the winter months.
0656 I look at a moon twenty-days old sets in the west. I think of my friend whom I haven’t seen in donkey’s years.
0655 Colorful Japanese persimmon leaves are fluttering down. There are no two leaves with identical color.
0654 Everything has silhouette in the autumn sunset. Two of our shadows are falling on the earth now.
0653 A snake-gourd dangles its bright red fruit in the autumn blue sky.
0652 I simply topped with grated-yam-soup on rice thickly. Oops! The soup lipped over the cup.
0651 The autumn sunshine filtering throgh the scattered foliage penetrates into my impecunious room feebly. Autumn is well on.
0650 A unmoving clapperbamboo (Souzu) leaves under a conduit with a slope. I wonder the owner deaden the generated sound from it for the dealing with noise complaints.
0649 George Yanagi (Japanese Soul-Blues musician, singer) has dead. He was 63 years old.
0648 I put Lemon for you come into my life.
0647 Deciduous trees have put on autumn colors and they are dropping their leaves from branches one by one.
0646 The shape of a maple leaf is as cuddly as a baby’s hand. I admire the tinted autumn foliage.
0645 The beautiful autumn colored skirts of mountain have been opaque by autumn rains.
0644 Every woman ruined herself by trying to ape Seishi’s betters. The apes did not get in touch with herself from envy and covetousness.
0643 At the time of Reading by lamplight, I have to take turns two glasses. One is for nearsightedness and the other is for far. Holly cow! I’m getting old.
0642 Making chrysanthemu-vinegared dish is not as simple as it seems. If you dish up easily, the petals tastes bitter in the mouth as medicine.
0641 There is an old separately-grown solitary pine tree by the sea. It makes itself understood with silence to me.
0640 Sandie was sitting on the lawn at the tip of the cape and her hair was flowing with the autumn sea breeze.
0639 The sunset-glow is kindling land and sea. The autumn sunset is fragile.
0638 I wake in the middle of the night and lay awake for a long while. Am I getting old?
0637 The more autumn was well on, the more fishermen increased near the beach. Fishermen held festivals that they untied their tangled-fish lines at the autumn beach.
0636 The worldly priest admire to devote mortuaries to him, forgetting about his responsibilities.
0635 The smoke permeated the hollow from straw banks. Farmers burn to clean unnecessary debris on their field.
0634 It was cloudy that morning. I was in two minds which starting in my journey or staying there.
0633 His honeyed words are not to be relied upon as the drawn water with the bamboo basket.
0632 The sunset turned sea waves a pink hue. Then, a feeling of solitary desolation came over me.
0631 An acquaintance died in apparent suicide. I felt gloomy in a turbid mood.
0630 Fresh fig milk trickled down its mother earth from the section where I lopped the fruit off.
0629 I made a scented coffee. I had a view of Poplar stood out against the autumn blue sky on the street with yellow-tinged leaves. Oh, it’s autumn!
0628 Chrysanthemum is blooming, the moon of the fourteenth day is rising, but they are days after fairs. Nights has lengthen.
0627 The deadline was the next day morning. I felt all petered out after having worked through the night as a flunky.
0626 A mosquito whispered me that I was not long for this world… into my ear. I killed her…with ‘Bushi no Nasake’.
0625 People who should be under the mask of innocence confess themselves their guilty consciences on October 20th at Kajiyaden, Kyoto. Purely often, much as they confessed their guilt, they cautioned themselves.
0624 The thirteenth moon night not had that much time left. It became cloudy, began to rain a short time later.
0623 Oceanfront plants were damaged by the briny with the strong typhoon wind. The autumn rain sponged them mildly.
0622 I timed my getting out of a bath. Though I couldn’t make up my mind because it was chill that day.
0621 Vermilion parapets of the shrine were moist with the morning dew. I got a distant view of snowcapped Mt Fuji beyond them.
0620 The sky became less and less dark, the city was beginning to lighten gradually.
0619 At the tip of the horn, I watched the moon of the thirteenth night with stars in my eyes but plaintiveness.
0618 She pretends to be seeking the falling star in the sky. She actually has been waiting for a man closest to her heart comes to see her.
0617 One of branch of maple tree has soaked in the clear water. Their leaves are beginning to turn color now against the backdrop of the sunken stone ornaments finely.
0616 All Buddha statues are wearing unlined clothes (Hitohe). Though they are performing the ascetic practice, I feel sorry for them.
0615 Insects stop chirping in the field. They has died out after laying their eggs in the earth. I feel left out alone in the chill wind.
0614 Colored leaves of mountain-ash are defoliating on the stock of firewood flamingly.
0613 I got asked a foreigner for directions to Ginza. Though I am all ‘les feuilles mortes’ to me.
0612 I felt an irresistible longing. So I went to dry my tearstained sleeves in the sun under splendid fall weather at Sodegaura.
0611 I paid my respects at maple-filled Amanoiwato-Shrine in Takachiho and clapped hands twice before Amaterasu-Ohmikami.
0610 Steve Jobs has dead. Become a stellar and rest in peace.
0609 There are calm and dreary autumn notes between booming of the sea. Those notes made me feel tranquil.
0608 There is no accounting for tastes.
0607 Fill a bowl with rice, then put a grated ‘king of yam’ with boiled kochia fruits and yolk on rice, and pour a little soy sauce. Yamakake-Tombri! Uh, delicious.
0606 We get the loofah water from its root. It is used as toning lotion, cough mixture.
0605 Petals of chrysanthemum fluttered down from the bouquet to the altar where I offered it yesterday’s fair.
0604 Geese are flying orderly in their angular flight formation and cut across in front of setting sun.
0603 Komurasaki (Apatura ilia) could not have a successful career in Plantae. She wanted to be like Murasakishikibu (Japanese beautyberry).
0602 I put chestnuts in my basket at the orchard. In an instant, the basket was filled to overflowing with them, it was too heavy to carry.
0601 Today is the Feast of Chrysanthemums. If it will be rain or cloudy, let’s drink the sake dipped petals of the flower one cup after another tonight.
0600 Scarecrows were each armed with whatever weapon came ready to his hand. The weapons purposed to drive out the sparrows from their master’s rice-field. Though they had powerless effects.
0599 The crossbreed of wild and domestic ducks have done their duty that weeded the rice-field. They take a bath in the outdoor washtub. Their next job is …
0598 When I was definitely going to push the buzzer to get off at the next bus-stop, someone got push it first by a hair. Autumn is well on.
0597 A white heron was soaring airy. After grow of the sunset was at high altitude, she was subjected to the light.
0596 I am ardently in love with the autumn goddess Tatsuta-hime, so write love letters with leaves to her, and drop them into the pile of fallen leaves in the gorge.
0595 It is a very difficult to replant the old pine tree. Though the autumn rising tide is going to wash its roots. It must survive in extreme environments.
0594 I breathed out in the autumn morning twilight, though it was still not steam-breathing.
0593 The rice-harvest is over. There are the plots of land that remain idle everywhere I look. It’s the end of autumn.
0592 I strolled along the campestral pass, it was well on my way into autumn step by step.
0591 In autumn cloudy day, every passer-by is walking with a stoop solitarily.
0590 In some regions in Japan, the Bon festival begins to take place every year from lunar-July the 1st. The day, fiends lift the lid on the iron pot. Boiled lost-souls are getting off there, after that, they can go back home for 13 days.
0589 Following the equinox, winter draws nearer. From this time of year, we hardly ever hear thunders.
0588 We have been tracking down missing persons who got carried away on tsunami. If we can find them, we want to wrap them in blankets soon.
0587 The ayu (sweet fish) season has waned. Ayu are spawners with death approaching, so they have sorry and gruesome looks.
0586 The mountain-valley wind shows its own true figure with zillions of wafting sunlit blow balls in the air.
0585 The sunny place has been swarmed with the autumn sunlight, finally, overflowed. Just then, it was diffusing the aroma of orange osmanthus in the air. Oh, it’s lucky, it’s not radioactive cooling water or radioactive air.
0584 The big zelkova-serrata tree was starting to lose its yellow-tinged leaves with getting caught in the sunset.
0583 Love your parents as dearly as your parents love you.
0582 One must be well fed before one can be well bred.
0581 There is no accounting for tastes. / Love blinds a man or woman to all imperfections.
0580 The autumn migrant-birds are wearing mockered-up various colored feathers.
0579 A crescent moon showed her face in the air under the veil of eared silver-grass. It’s middle of the autumn.
0578 The fund launches the Red Feather campaign from today. They abide doing the old-fashioned street-donation in front of the station.
0577 Each and all red-dragonflies have been perched at the pointed rods that he or she likes.
0576 I felt the desk-light quantity was higher than usual after racking my brain working on ciphering problems in calculus.
0575 Japonica (Ine) has a fibrous stalk that is heavily laden with its own fruits.
0574 I had too much unrefined-sake and drove the big bus. So to say, a sake-bottle sunk to a nadir of the crock that brewed it.
0573 Those sweet potatoes were bad crops that growing up at unplantable field. Though a lady who had a shapely figure bought a couple of them.
0572 Forecaster said it should be slightly-chill tomorrow. Today is the last day of September.
0571 Petals of Japanese-gentiana blossoms died down. Their color turned rusty.
0570 The cluster-amaryllis, alias name is fox-flower. They are blossoming along the slope at the premise of small Inari shrine. Inari shrine sacred to the God of Fox.
0569 A man had stood under the waterfall, he was practicing asceticism. I felt fairly sure that he was not able to be in a brooding frame of mind.
0568 Scabbard fish are also in season. So they are in grease, taste good. I loosen up my wallets for the reason.
0567 Various weeds in the autumn field have been turned their colors and have bore well.
0566 I am not all that misanthrope, though am an mutant. So, at the most, sparrows are all-comers.
0565 The fuller was washing parts of clothes and stretching them on the fulling-boards. All warps and woofs had crossed at right angles on it. He achieved mastery of the fulling.
0564 I filled a cup with sake, the moon reflected itself in the surface of sake, there is the goddess of the moon to it, so I emptied my cup without someone seeing.
0563 I felt a slight chill in this morning, I put on my jacket. Though it got milder around noon, so I took off my jacket while working casually.
0562 I stood gazing at flinging the ingathered rice on rice-plant racks as I was tripped up by the rice stubbles.
0561 I scraped the flowers of polygonum-filiform off the branch, and splashed them like blood-red stains around there.
0560 Two petals of the touch-me-not were waveringly cuddling together in the autumn wind.
0559 Every being has one and only life. These gobioidei lost their life and they are batter-fried in oil. Let’s eat them in gratitude for their sacrifices.
0558 Platycodon-blossoms are in bud overnight. He is single-hearted.
0557 The leaves of pine trees never turn color in autumn. They are strangers to live together to an old age with increasingly graying hair.
0556 In autumn, the dragon moves back to the bottomless retired abyss in order to hole up there with lifting one of his 81 scales on his jaw.
0555 I peeled a pear in the afternoon. A sunray of the autumnal-equinox equally split it in two pieces rightly.
0554 A driftwood has been cast up on the shore. It is bleached in the autumn sunshine like a dry-bone. This week is Aki-no-Higan (equinoctial week).
0553 Today is Autumn Equinox Day. Leaves of gingko begin to turn yellow slightly.
0552 The leaves have yet to start falling off the trees. Though the water of brook is clear as a bell, it seems as purely as if it have been waiting for them.
0551 I put up the wooden shutters. Then I watched the channel of the shutter which have been used for a long time, it had a flavor of rustic zest in autumn evening sunshine.
0550 Typhoon hit us and passed away. A lot of unripe persimmons blew down in the storm. I cleared them.
0549 The typhoon has calmed down and now the sky is completely clear. There goes the departure whistle at the platform, the highball starts on schedule time.
0548 Oh, grape, you are not alone. Your fellows who are all in one branch will wait for you in my stomach.
0547 The first ducks come flying to the pond from afar a little while ago. I saw how they went for a while, they were there with a nonchalant air as though they have already been here from couple days ago.
0546 I walked through the path between the rice fields. There was the sweet smell of new-mown this fall harvest.
0545 We are getting a powerful typhoon, The water in the river is up fearsomely. I pray that no damage will happen.
0544 Skelton-shrimp lives in seaweeds. He surrenders himself to clinging together weeds that were drifting at the mercy of the ocean current.
0543 We are getting typhoon now. I support my cheek on my hand with listening sound of the falling rain.
0542 It becomes autumn like. People who pass along the shore are wearing shoes.
0541 The farmer bluffed sparrows into making sound of shooting-blank that took a post shots at them in the rice field. But sparrows brushed off his effort, only his dog barked with it in alarm.
0540 Masaoka Shiki died on September 19th. I chewed on a green-persimmon, but it was so astringent that I spewed out it.
0539 Mt Fuji was engulfed in vibrant colors of the sunset, it would appear to me that Mr Fuji was wrapped in petals of the Equinox-flower.
0538 The dewy large flowers of chrysanthemum were still in bud.
0537 I used the twofold straw mat as single on the autumn sandy beach, and sat on it alone.
0536 The word of ‘aloha’ uses on greeting in any case in Hawaii, so it imports ‘good-bye’, too. Autumn has come.
0535 I lighted the desk lamp that left by the departed grandfather who had the spirit of the Meiji Era. The faint light of the lamp glimmered the room where I kneeled on my knees.
0534 There were a lot of forest-horses at Toi-promontory, they were thriving in the climate where had a splendid scenic beauty.
0533 I wiped off the sweat. Then I looked toward the earth under my foot, an insect was wiping his face. “Oh, even with all in autumn, it’s hot day today !”
0532 Wild insects were singing without any expecting payment.
0531 When I was watching the moon in the evening, a gainly lady cut right in front of me with the whisper of jasmine perfume.
0530 Someone that brings good news, knocks hard. Someone that does not bring any news, looks at the 18th moon still.
0529 I watched the clouds drift by, there were black-spots like angel kisses. That was a skein of cockyolly birds.
0528 A red crossbill was pecking at the pine nuts. He was sated with it, then he began to play at the pine cone.
0527 It was the night with a moon sixteen days old. There was an endless number of shells on the shore, but everything had its drawback.
0526 I display with Japanese pampas grass by the window for the divine ornament of full-moon event every year. And after that, I am sure to go to dispose it at the field where I reaped it.
0525 I would like to be up early, because I have a nice girl friend to go for a short stroll together. She is Moon.
0524 It became brilliant that butterflies were flitting from flower to flower in the autumn sun.
0523 The autumn breeze scattered a leaf, it landed on the windshield of my car. I stared through the shield at it, it was pretty as a picture.
0522 They have been staying here for long… Today is full moon on the fifteenth night, Ah.
0521 I am not entirely smooth, and yet I pine for her as I watch full moon. Yah, I’m a mooner.
0520 White cute flowers of buckwheat are swaying in the windy fields. When seen against them, Mt Fuji stands out in its bold relief by stark contrast with them.
0519 They have been waiting for the moonrise, then he stood fast to his resolution, he eloped with her. They did the plan along they arranged previously.
0518 A leaved and flowered branch of lespedeza is reflecting on the surface of the water as the weave of Japanese kimono.
0517 A crowd of bumpkins was twittering on a roadside tree. Why did they sort it from others?
0516 What a finely plant it is! The yellow flowers of cosmos got the autumn evening sun in the field, and it was shuddering in the breeze.
0515 Whose beret is it? I said in the oak grove to acorns.
0514 The light of the thirteenth moon was shining our amorous attentions.
0513 In the autumn field, my shadow and little stone figures of Ksitigarbha (Jizo-Bosatsu) were looking at the declining sun in a row.
0512 A fish broke the surface of the river and leaped into the air, after a while, the surface became calm, the autumn mackerel sky reflected itself on it.
0511 I took up the volubile stem of the morning glories which came out of their season, then I found a late flower which was praying for her life.
0510 When I slept under a coverlet with my clothes on, I was drowning in the fragrance of sea breeze. The half moon was in the air.
0509 I laid awake looking upward into the darkness , the moon peered through the reed-roof.
0508 Nocturnal dews are weeping from the apiculi of leaves. Autumn is advanced lightly.
0507 Leaves of musa-basjoo were torn up by the typhoon wind. Though they were standing up against and bending to the wind.
0506 Insects were gathering together and stridulating each other in the mountain. The loudness of their sounds magnified the actual mountain volume twice.
0505 When I lie down on the grass near the shore with thinking of you, my eyes bedewed with dews.
0504 The milk-white mist hung over the mountain pass. Taillights of the car in front of my motorcycle sunk into the milky mist sea.
0503 The red color of chili peppers livened up their color that exposed to the autumn sun, brighter and brighter.
0502 Before I knew it, a cricket came into my waraji threads that cast off, and he began to chirr there.
0501 If you touch me lightly, for so small matter, I shed tears of gratitude as dews on leaves.
0500 Patrinia villosa that sheltered from the storm is blossoming with its one-side against the wall.
0499 A wagtail was keeping time with its rectrices at the top of the festival-tower.
0498 I am to journey through my life by myself. Oh, moon, you look just alike me. In life, compassion.
0497 The bride wore a pure white kimono with white stole full-autumn day.
0496 The dog was wagging his tail to show he was friendly. His tail was attached to a few grass seeds. Maybe, he run through the grassland to see me with delight.
0495 Juveniles have molted their feathers. Autumn has come.
0494 Typhoon passed, though I could not forget her even if I wanted to.
0493 Clouds is rinsing blue-sky with the cottony moisture. In the same way, I am wiping my eyes with my sleeves.
0492 I felt lonely by myself at nightfall near the shore, I heard a rustle of reeds’ leaves in the autumn breeze.
0491 I stood on the hill, I watched that vegetation were flattering and clouds were drifting in the typhoon wind.
0490 Raindrops were starting to fall from the edge of the sedge hat that I wore. The harvest season has come.
0489 Tree sparrows were belching after eating a butt-load of rice and they caught hell by the farmer accordingly.
0488 The God possessed gigantic cedar has been swaying in the wind and rain of the typhoon. Yesterday was the critical day.
0487 Kaze-no-Bon Festival is in Yatsuo. Bubbles are drifting at the mercy of the quiet flow on the surface of Nuhikawa-River. Yatsuo citizens are holding Kaze-no-Bon festival and charm the audience by their dance to their music.
0486 The sound of rain was lost, and after a little while the sound of insects faded in.
0485 In September, I found that there were plenty of pebbles on the shore.
0484 Fall falls all. Everything is coming down at the periphery of the waterfall in autumn.
0483 The shape of Orchid branch; The wooden figure of the Saint Kuhya; It’s kind of a parallel.
0482 The ray of the morning sun skewered the morning dew on the leaves like Japanese hairpin.
0481 There are white fleecy clouds in the air. A cloud is floating by itself. It seems to me that a little sardine strayed from their companions.
0480 The water-logged sea sand has been getting really tighter and tighter.
0479 Rain drops were aligning by the eaves.
0478 I was overtaken in a light drizzle. So I walked through in the woods out of the wet.
0477 A mole cricket said to me in tears, “I am so poor that I want any offerings and a night’s lodging, please.” I said, “You have usual wigglers and your own sumptuous cellar. Can you tell me what’s your beef?”
0476 Oh, You, Elderly autumn cicada, Let’s hung on the old pine tree and cry. I become older, too.
0475 In his old age, a man still has a long way to go to accomplish his objectives.
0474 The pussy squinched on the floorboard within the ray of the autumn afternoon sun.
0473 He is a shabbily-dressed trainee monk without, a hierarch within.
0472 The critical day falls on the 1st of September. “Though N.Y.C was hit by ‘Irene’ yesterday. It is three days out of sync.” “In any case, it would be better off being struck by the hurricane.”
0471 A lot of Yellow dogs have been getting their face on TV.
0470 Four o’clock is in a beautiful sunset.
0469 August has past as smoke, all too soon.
0468 The well-kept canna flowered at the old street roadside.
0467 They are all broken reeds.
0466 The children have spent their summer vacation in a overly permissive family. As a result, they fall into sin.
0465 She played the violin very well against a background of fireworks show.
0464 He stroke a match and lighted a cigarette at the corner, and his face loomed out of the autumn darkness.
0463 I grilled and ate a saury fish.
0462 I had one of great fall foods. I ate taros boiled in the skin. I had one of great fall foods.
0461 I ate a mackerel soaked in vinegar. I had one of great fall foods.
0460 I found myself getting into my bed with the quilt up to my chin in the morning.
0459 I forged across the river to meet my novia. Suddenly several autumn mosquitoes alighted on my arms and neck, I slapped them at Farmhouse Lord Shirasu ‘Buaiso.’
0458 I forged across the river to meet my novia with steppingstones as an alternative to magpies’ bridge.
0457 While I waited for her to come, I watched transparent colored autumn rain drops were rolling over on the surface of my see-through plastic umbrella.
0456 I have found life is much easier as a single.
0455 The time just flies by.
0454 Hey, look at those clouds there, it seems that fish make a large schools! If we cast the net in the air now, we will make a fine haul! Hang it, we get skunked today….
0453 Dainichi-Nyorai illuminated the ceremony that Buddhist burned incense and offered flowers to Jizo-Bosatsu.
0452 Saruhashi has been bridged over Katsuragawa-valley by using ancient special techniques. I stood in the middle of the bridge, I thought that there was a little good in everyone you met.
0451 Autumn sky is very clear, so we can see Mt Fuji in the distance across Sagami-Nada.
0450 Anyone didn’t want to dip his or her feet in autumn seawater on the foreshore. They kept putting their shoes on.
0449 Autumn mosquitoes didn’t find themselves that they were remnants.
0448 He said to give him a jigger. To be sure, he drunk only one shot at the pub. But he was not satisfied with it. Then he did barhopping. After all he flaked out typically.
0447 People get on well without the likes of me and Japanese pepper.
0446 Everyone, keep your guard up with a little grain of pepper!
0445 The grass has azurine dayflower inlays on its surface.
0444 It may not be what it once was, but it is still first-class.
0443 Pine cones were shrinking with chilly sea breeze.
0442 I have no one, even the gods laugh. Though I am footloose and fancy-free.
0441 Be gone!
0440 It can be said that a marriageable girl ties her right partner with a red string. She will find him on Kaze-no-Bon Festival.
0439 If you visit and view the Kaze-no-Bon Festival, maybe you call up the love-affair of your younger days.
0438 One autumn night, I looked at the moon reflected on the surface of the water, and lost in a brown study.
0437 I like sweet potatoes, either baked or steamed will do.
0436 We were talking a lot of great games with each other by drinking the ‘monkey’s wine’.
0435 That street lamp illuminated the surrounding area. It appeared to be dripping with mercury on the pitch-dark night air.
0434 An egret was soaring high in the sky at the Shiratori-Tohge.
0433 A lot of ‘kuzu’ flowers were blooming with sweet fragrance under leaves.
0432 I cleaned father’s thumb stone with lifting glasses on my head. My eyes too have been dim with age.
0431 Ornebius kanetataki stridulates with its wings tinkles in the darkness. Its sound likes tinkling a bell.
0430 I vacillated between cold drink and hot drink in front of the coin machine. Autumn has come.
0429 All sand fell from the top case to the bottom case of the sandglass smoothly.
0428 It will become cooler than last week, but I remain single.
0427 I say what I thinks without pulling my punches, but I that hurts another hurts myself. It’s no-no.
0426 In the rain, I looked at the passers-by vacantly at the corner where standing on street corners to get my belief heard.
0425 The branches are to split up with leaves for good in autumn.
0424 I picked off kidney beans and boiled them. Then I ground miso with sesames, added seasonings. I ate them with miso sauce.
0423 Lovely day, isn’t it! The Awa Dancers who dresses in matching outfits are wearing clogs with red thongs now.
0422 The Awa Dancers were putting on braided hats, and they were wearing their hats fell forward.
0421 The buzzing of cicadas didn’t reach my ears from the grove. Autumn has come.
0420 I stroked my own each arm alternately, because I felt the chill sea breeze of autumn.
0419 When I broke a branch off Camellia trees, then I got a punch on my nose by its fruits.
0418 Oh, You, Dragonfly!, You have a dream that you take to the sky. You make your dream reality, don’t you? You are really lucky! I wish I were you.
0417 The standing garnish of Emperor’s crest vibrated to the sound of the traditional court music.
0416 I was floating on the waves and the strayed cloud was floating in the air on the Bon holiday.
0415 I gazed idly out side with sitting tailor fashion and stroking the surface of bottle gourd.
0414 All of sudden a camel cricket was jumping up from the dark.
0413 He is a generous-hearted man, so he sets his mind that he should say prayers for the repose of insects’ souls at Suzumushi Temple in Kyoto.
0412 I used the sensu (Japanese fan) in summer, but as it now, I would forgotten about it. So, it started to tinge with yellow on the corner of my side table.
0411 As first Qin Emperor, I conferred the title on the pine tree, because when I was caught in an autumn shower, it sheltered me.
0410 The sound of torrents were resonating in the quiet autumn gorge.
0409 An unsound earthen bridge spanned the clear water river.
0408 It infects my heart with a monotonous languor that a white lighthouse was standing by the autumn seaside.
0407 The moon light was winking off, the surface of autumn tide off the fleet.
0406 Mountain greenery got washed by rain in a while.
0405 Hexacentrus japonicus stridulated with its wings after feeding on one another.
0404 The white peach dripped its nectar that drawn by the blade of the knife.
0403 The ripe water melon tore in two with its own maturity.
0402 Oh, Summer, ship out, please.
0401 The person of leisure in August agricultural off-season were talking a load of garbage in the Bon party.
0400 Gozan-no-okuribi (大、左大、鳥居、妙法、船) are made with many jacklights on hillsides.
0399 Autumn ripples made my eyes swim on the foreshore.
0398 The ukulele sounds that slipped through pine trees reached my ear out of nowhere.
0397 A green plumage of a heavenly maiden is hanging on the tree branch. Hey! That is a bunch of pine leaves that shudders in the sea breeze.
0396 I was soaked through autumn sea waves, I twisted my white wet shirt.
0395 As the lapping waves upon the autumn shore, I wish I could receive love letters from her.
0394 Hawaii and Hawaiian music is always in the too far offing of the Shonan Coast.
0393 It’s the longest day of year in Japan again.
0392 Never be sodden with brine. Never be grass on the battle field. Where there is peace, God is.
0391 There was a offering of bright-colored Bon-lolly alone and lonely on the altar.
0390 A man who is devoted to his parents had need to return to his duties, so they watched him out of sight with parental affections.
0389 Spirit of ancestors rode over to see us on the cucumber-horse that we prepared before the Bon. The horse outlived their usefulness, had been reposing himself at the corner of entry.
0388 The accident disappointed me, the character of the Great Bonfire Event and the City of Kyoto made me feel tiny, powerless old-fashioned and moss backed.
0387 I was a lonely weeder in the autumn field.
0386 I raked the spirit into a pile.
0385 I wrote the letter ‘autumn’ with a bamboo broom.
0384 I caught the autumn by my digiti pedis that put on Japanese white-tabis.
0383 Autumn stars are shining with playing in D minor 7th.
0382 I am a grass cutter at my elderly mother’s in the Bon.
0381 Pig might fly, If I have any child… he or she may make bonfire to welcome my departed spirit.
0380 A Dragonfly cocked his head thoughtfully, maybe he scouted about for a aqua-colored sunglasses.
0379 He or she that promises too much, means nothing.
0378 I washed rice, then I sensed temperature of brisk autumn water.
0377 Let us do away with ceremony! Drink a good glass of new-sake!
0376 It is a Buddhist festival held to welcome back the spirits of the dead. Whenever will I take my place among them?
0375 My mother shared her parasol with her husband’s gravestone when we visited father’s grave unconscious.
0374 Meimuna opalifera is known as Houshizemi which means Monk cicada. It comes and buzzes after summer has gone.
0373 When I traced the inscription of my father’s tombstone, cicadas were singing very loud.
0372 Don’t be betrayed by your trusted and caressive daughter.
0371 Sufferers and people who lost their rudder has been suffering from the Japanese government that all has been acting just as they liked, with no coordination between them.
0370 The old ancestral portraits were changed from rusty to solemn faces by the light of Gifu paper lanterns.
0369 The lantern light that threw a shadowgraph on the tatami fade away in the twilight. I lifted my eyes to the sky, the autumn moon was shining there.
0368 Crying won’t do any good.
0367 Wood in a wilderness, moss in a mountain, and wit in a poor man’s breast, are little thought of.
0366 She was jumping in at the deep end, then she found the sight for the gods.
0365 Poverty is not a shame but the being ashamed of it is.
0364 There was the skin which a snake cast off in the lingering heat of summer.
0363 A watering pot is buried in the exuberant grass.
0362 The flower of lespedeza splashed its petals in the blue sky.
0361 I swatted an autumn mosquito that suck my blood. It was tormented by my blood-pond in hell on earth.
0360 A blue receptacle of lotus sees through my heart as a blue-skinned devil who has many eyes.
0359 We have been from the summer frying pan into the lingering heat of summer fire.
0358 I heard the tinkling the wind bell that packed up into a box. The sound suggested the end of summer.
0357 The autumn first wind turned back the advertising flag of ice water.
0356 Cassiopeia casts anchor at the autumn night sky.
0355 I saw a falling star, then I have been trying to make a wish on it. But it wasn’t enough to get it done on time.
0354 In the morning when the morning glory flowered, we looked at each other and made one blush each to each.
0353 I went down into a garden with following the call of my dream wifeliness, foo-yang blossomed. Nowadays I increase chances to meet her.
0352 The statues of 26 Martyrs steeped their hands again at the precise A-bomb exploded time in Nagasaki.
0351 Stars come flocking from all quarters to Milky way, and they are floating down it.
0350 Autumn wind offered Saigyo the wanderlust.
0349 I place my straw hat back of my own neck, there is vast autumn sky above my upper air.
0348 Stellar, Autumn stellar, why are you so high-hatting?
0347 Where there is a will, there is a way.
0346 As the shells on autumn seashore, anyone shall not likely to give me the time of day in autumn field.
0345 I am crazy about composing haiku though no good at it.
0344 Every memorial day for A-bombs victims at Hiroshima and Nagasaki, no matter where I am, my shadow is printed on the surface of stairs at the chamber of commerce with strong summer light.
0343 When haiku poet writers compose haiku, they use a glossary of seasonal words for them. The memorial day for A-bombs victims is one of seasonal words for haiku composers. What that mean is that we shall never forget the terrible A-bomb catastrophe forever.
0342 I was enjoying the gentle cool breeze that blew down from upper terrace paddy fields.
0341 Gentle sea breeze turned over leaves of my book on the table at the seashore. It helped airing my book.
0340 The drenched Japanese flower surrendered herself to and went all the way with the water in the see-through glass vase.
0339 A cicada is singing very loud now. Let well it alone, it will go to Hong Kong in a short while.
0338 The mountain had a choral society of cicadas.
0337 There is no buzz of cicada on this mountain, because it’s made of books.
0336 The sign pole had been twirling in front of the barber in summer sunshine.
0335 There were red flags that were leaved ‘no swimming’ undyed, and no lifeguard had been keeping watch over on the shore at the end of summer.
0334 A beetle took flight in a flood of summer moonlight.
0333 Wing tip lights disappeared into the end of summer sky.
0332 Hawaiian shirts match well with someone who is working at the place where the name is connected with beach.
0331 I turned out collected seashells on the seashore. I broke up with this summer.
0330 I was a last passenger in the last bus on a summer night. I felt a burst of loneliness for a while before I got off the bus.
0329 The old bridge was washed away by a flood. Two lovebirds on either bank had been waiting for that magpies would rebuild a new bridge across the Milky Way River.
0328 The farmer kept the cucurbits cold with the water in the sink beside the well. They had been floating back and forth across the fresh water.
0327 The grilled egg apple that dresses with miso goes well with sake.
0326 The temperature of the water decreases progressively as the end of summer approaches. I turn up the temperature of the shower just a bit.
0325 A soft and pretty peach is inch away from me. I just look at it. It nurses my soul when I am suffering misery.
0324 A sea wave broke into ripples upon the shore. They wiped away my footprints on the water’s edge heartlessly.
0323 Insects that happen to be there were dabbled with watering, they had a strange mishap.
0322 I wove a plain white paper fan. The intrusive wind felt great.
0321 I wiped the perspiration off my face with my handkerchief. Its stain made in imitation of Lake Biwa.
0320 At the dead of night, I heard the last moment scream of cicadas.
0319 You should turn back the starting point and drink a cup of green tea, even if you have gone over 7 miles ahead from the point.
0318 A alkekengi fruit still had a little green part left atop it.
0317 The sunflower had bowed its head, it would never be able to squint into the sun.
0316 He has done with polishing his car gleamingly outside, poor fellow, we catch in a heavy shower now.
0315 The dinghy did a turn at the mark of summer.
0314 When I was a kid, I made the xigua lantern that scooped out its inside. I cut its part of surface in a crescent shape, it come to life with grinning.
0313 I all of sudden realize that the flower of Japanese banana opened up in the summer air.
0312 The summer memories has been fading away from my mind at the quiet seaside shed.
0311 I am a mediocrity just another.
0310 Her skin has been relieved to be moist with perspiration, so the anti-sunburn arm covers slip down to her wrists.
0309 I tried on sunglasses, but their prices are gleaming high.
0308 The stationmaster who was in white suites were pointing his finger for confirmation of the season’s transition signal on the platform.
0307 It is difficult to take up the slippery okra with chopsticks.
0306 Families who wore their everyday clothes were glared at the stormy surf that were lapping against the shore.
0305 A crashed PET bottle was warping under the sunlight at the end of summer.
0304 There was a wing that broken one-side of the ropes. It was hanging real straight still loosely in the light of mid-summer.
0303 A couple of lights at the daybreak come running beyond the horizon on rails.
0302 Somebody shook his hand off brushing away biting-midges right in front of his eyes.
0301 I snuggled up to the golden-banded lily, she smirched my shirt with her rouge.
0300 She who lost weight in summer worried about my loss weight in summer.
0299 I napped at the seashore with the lapping of waves against the shore in the background.
0298 I put in the time by walking around the temple grounds. Then I found the traps of the ant lion that we Japanese call as ‘hell of the ant’ under the cloister of the main hall.
0297 The lacewing is one of the faint insects. It was attracted by lights wandered off into my house. It appeared to listen to my tale with holding still on the head jamb.
0296 The spider was discouraged that I was trapped in its web at eventide.
0295 The screen window let the wind in, then it trembled slightly.
0294 A lady enjoyed a grand display of fireworks. I saw her profile that was illuminated with the seven-colored flash lights.
0293 The last spark of Japanese sparkler flashed prettily.
0292 The cicada had sung at the cliff.
0291 She cut her hair at the end of summer.
0290 The rice-plants that are all of a size have been growing profusely.
0289 I gave my plastic bag within a little goldfish to a tottie who had not any game.
0288 I cut a cucumber into round at a whack. Rings were rolling out from the chopping block. They were fresh!
0287 Nippon Warrior’s descendants have been wearing a black crepe on the traditional horse race in Soma, Fukushima Prf.
0286 All glories must fade.
0285 Give me the leading spirits of the Meiji Restoration.
0284 I gnawed red pickled gingers that were sprinkled over the pan-fried noodles on the first day of the hottest season Taisho.
0283 There is no romance in treading the beaten track.
0282 She is one of urbane lady with having a sense of shame.
0281 Japanese Sweetish are one of annual freshwater fish. Though they pass away in their mid-life.
0280 Students who have distinguished air are attempting long distance swims with stringed swimming caps.
0279 I am dwelling in the depth of the cloud sea.
0278 In Japan, Doyou (土用) means canicular days. We call the first day of Doyou as DoyouTaro. Autumn is near.
0277 The ancient Chinese saw the cicada as the reincarnation of the beauty Qinyu.
0276 Mantis has its axes out from birth.
0275 I smiled listening to what his means with admiration. Because he inquired of me about his modern affairs.
0274 The butterfly was quaking with hard rain.
0273 I was watching the skyline where I have been to.
0272 You Grouse gear, give me a piece of advice what options are available to me.
0270 I am disgusted with someone’s importunacy.
0269 He that lives in hope dances to an ill tune.
0268 The reality falls short of the fame. How do you like them apple?
0267 When a mosquito suddenly tried to bite her, she slapped it.
0266 I don’t have the flabby tummy now. Of course I don’t care whether it looks good or bad. In conflict with it, I am smug in it when putting on a swimming wear.
0265 The smoke of the mosquito coil run into the cosmos.
0264 I attended the party of fish by use of the water glass.
0263 A lady in Yukata who is coming up her loose hair is attractive to me.
0262 The Dianthus would get the cup and would treasure the unity in doing.
0261 I made the Miso soup with wiping the sweat off in the muggy summer morning.
0260 Wine is the glass of the mind.
0259 Tofu is certainly white.
0258 Look at the cast-off skin of a cicada. Now that is one of the absence of absolute.
0257 The music of the Japanese musical accompaniments came running down here and there from the top of floats of Gion Matsuri.
0256 I was tired of waiting for the expected visitor, I had been three sheets in the wind.
0255 It is the funny Japanese pictogram ‘う’ that is figure of the Anguilla on the labarum in front of the eel restaurant.
0254 Commuters had pull the westward shade over the windows of the train down as one.
0253 The bus driver gave a honk gently to the bus-user who had been waiting for it in the shade.
0252 I bought a dried horse mackerel at the fish shop near the seashore, moving outside there, the evening sun was dazzling.
0251 Man is a thinking reed, but suffers from the summer heat.
0250 I could not sleep to be tormented by one and only mosquito.
0249 I ate a fried dough cake with a snap as I saw the highest temperature in the TV news.
0248 My ears are playing tricks on my memory in the blistering heat of the summer sun.
0247 Chinese Summer God exerts his overwhelming heat, but he winces at our fire of passions.
0246 They wanted to wear talaria for their foot.
0245 They were of an age to understand what is love.
0244 They fell deeply in love with each other.
0243 There was the faith in it.
0242 Midsummer greetings.
0241 The more you complain of the heat, the hotter you will feel.
0240 She takes the sun on her hat.
0239 She has improved in her looks.
0238 If you play with fire you get burnt.
0237 Don’t kick against the pricks.
0236 Attack is the best form of defense.
0235 I say I don’t know what I don’t know.
0234 Pity, they are too tall.
0233 Stand firmly for peace and against lawlessness.
0232 Life is transient.
0231 Girls and Ladies are moody.
0230 Old soldiers never die, they simply fade away.
0229 There’s many a slip betwixt the cup and the lip.
0228 No talking to the man at the wheel!
0227 Too much water drowned the miller.
0226 There is no telling which two will make a couple.
0225 You have got to give love to get it.
0224 The lady in summer kimono is wearing Japanese white summer socks under the cover shoes.
0223 By telepathy the fly knew that I got the flapper ready behind my back, it run away.
0222 I ate the overnight pickles at the coming to light.
0221 No one can stay single-handed a falling Empire.
0220 Let’s call their bluff.
0219 Is it the fifth wheel, or the white elephant?
0218 When it thunders, the thief becomes honest.
0217 Nothing so bold as a blind mare.
0216 Nothing venture, nothing win.
0215 Smooth words make smooth ways.
0214 Sea breeze plucked her sleeve of the summer cardigan offering to take her toward the seashore.
0213 Brother and sister were running toward the seashore with their inner tubes.
0212 The gust tore sea-goers caps off, they placed their hands on their straw hats in concert.
0211 The sand was sprinkled on the bath floor, it revived the happy memories in the sea bathing.
0210 I recycled the waste paper for my wind bell.
0209 A little pot is soon hot. / The pot is calling the kettle black.
0208 It’s name is gecko, felicitous name.
0207 It has been waiting for the chance to show off again.
0206 Zen monk have only to sit in meditation.
0205 The child can’t swim, but he can float.
0204 Know thyself.
0203 I like the Daitokuji Natto salty.
0202 A widower can not take care of himself.
0201 Forget and forgive.
0200 Wrap your chewing gum up in paper and throw it into the trash.
0199 Man is fire and woman is tow.
0198 Better to drink than to be torn between the large and middle jug beer.
0197 It’s cool, she wiped off her lipstick at the setting place in her using glass.
0196 Everything comes to him who waits.
0195 Leave the ice within the highball intact in the heat, it melts twirling.
0194 Smooth words make smooth ways.
0193 No secret but will come to light.
0192 In summer, if someone become anorexic, somen is one of the refreshing side dish.
0191 I want to lead a prosaic though happy life.
0190 Would you translate from esoterica into exoterica?
0189 I went to the lavatory early morning, the outside of the window had been getting summer intense light.
0188 It doesn’t rain but it pours.
0187 Centipede appeared on stage from nowhere. I acted the part of FujiwarenoHidesato.
0186 He suddenly calmed up, he is tolerating the ice-cream-headache.
0185 Children were playing between the wave near the beach despite worrying of their mothers.
0184 The summer heat loses our appetite and enervates us. On such an occasion, we take the cold-rice gruel.
0183 I made this year’s ume-liquir. Though, there is a capped glass pot which preserves last year’s ume-liquor. It is a waste to throw it away. I set out them in sequence.
0182 The shade of a glass of half-finished soda varies delicately with the angle of sun light. It is one of the spectroscope.
0181 What’s done cannot be undone.
0180 The scent of perfume remind me of a proverb that a youth without fire is followed by an old age without experience.
0179 Those who play at bowls must look for rubs.
0178 The sunflower was run through by the contrail.
0177 I mix the blue verditer with water, by this time, there is the blue sky on the pallet.
0176 A man slipped off his glasses to wipe off the sweat and he saw me with the empty gaze.
0175 It is a broiling hot solstitial day today, I pray for evening to quickly come.
0174 I heap a star plate with Eriobotrya.
0173 Mountains are there under the blue summer sky.
0172 The summer sunset leaves his flare in the furnace.
0171 The owner of the fish store is washing the floor grates cleanly on the very evening of the summer solstice.
0170 I have a large wash. Though My laundry won’t dry because of the humidity in the rainy season.
0169 If your shoes get wet, you should pack the old newspaper into them and dry them in the shade.
0168 My list watch ticks the warping time through the surface tension of the rain drop.
0167 Spiraea cantoniensis flowers have mini-bulbar petals on its branches. In the rain, petals and rain dews take hold together along the branches. Their shapes are cute.
0166 Change of weather is the discourse of fools.
0165 The book got thicker by the moistness in the rainy season.
0164 Bay the moon.
0163 Clematis are blossoming with cobalt blue petals and look up at the evening sky now. I think of the island in the south where could see Southern Cross.
0162 The lemna paucicostata were floating on the water at the rice field in the rain. Maybe they were chopped finely by the rain.
0161 I watched Nerium indicum flowers in the rain. Just then An unknown lady came along, and she made a bow to me. to me ? to flowers? I returned a bow, but I didn’t ask her about it.
0160 A stewartia monadelpha flower fell from the tree to an ash tray. I stop reaching for a cigarette in my pocket.
0159 I went to the Iris Garden. There were Late-flowering Irises that were blossoming in a staccato appearance.
0158 One swallow does not make the summertime.
0157 There is one born every minute.
0156 I received a soaked mail from the soaked mailman. Now the rainy season is drawing to a close.
0155 The caterpillar was so sated with leaves that he began to eat the moon. So the moon is waning for the past few nights.
0154 Irises are blossoming all over the place at the valley in the rain. What goes around, comes around.
0153 One has not had any bitter experience, would like to be called fearless.
0152 A drawing man will catch a straw. Though if you have a little of room to breathe, You should give a thought what you take hold of.
0151 A man was committing a theft of rare plants among the mountains in the dusk. He was working hard with beads of sweat on his forehead. You should start to seek challenge elsewhere, else job what is done to live up to, not plants.
0150 I have off today because of rain. I went to my favorite coffee shop. I had a cup of coffee with unwittingly hearing the foreigners’ conversation The coffee smelled fresh at first but turned sour in the ending.
0149 The leaves of lotus were reflected in the water surface.
0148 I got cool to see their under leaves. Briza maxima is known as Koban-sou. Their seeds have a similar shape to Koban. They are really lucky. Koban is the former Japanese gold oval coin. I can’t give what I don’t have.
0147 Both mother and her baby made their debut to play with fellows at the mini-park near their house where is free of mosquitoes. It is commonly called “Koen-debut.”
0146 The flower of spiraea japonica is exactly alike the flowers of Filipendula multijuga.
0145 Cabbage was infested with insects. But they are not there. There were only holey leaves.
0144 The flower of Iris swung in a breeze. I looked a lady opposite in full in the face. I shared a shy smile with her.
0143 I looked into the hazy sun through the clouds of Baiu as sun glasses.
0142 The Hypericum hydcode blossom in the rainy muggy season. Their light yellow flowers make us feel better.
0141 The citrus hanayu has filled well this year. There are many tiny fruits on its branches. They are seen through its leaves.
0140 The oxalis has a lot of pink petals. It is a fairly common weed among us. Though, It comes out in front of the white plaster, its color looms out of the whiteness on the plaster.
0139 It seems that we have done our job perfectly, let’s go have a drink!
0138 In the late afternoon, an early flowering Caryophyllales blossomed while swaying in the wind.
0137 It’s as broad as it’s long.
0136 Broad beans wear sophisticated fresh green colored thin membrance. Though, it’s going to boil them once, they get crushed as the old folks. / Viciafaba produced beans. They were ready to burst. But look at them now, I gave them a boil, they were all wrinkled. Pouting makes wrinkles.
0135 I could well keep this umbrella at my office as the spares. The herbal-gardening is at fashion nowadays. Therefore, the edible herbs have been escaping to the outside of their planters in steps.
0134 I find the Mallow blossoms on the wayside. It is one of the material of the herbal tea.
0133 I, be it ever so hot, don’t expect to fan myself with Opuntia.
0132 In Japan, Lychnis coronarian, o.k.a.flannel plant. I feel it’s too over hot to hear ‘flannel’ in summer.
0131 Solanum carolinense is a treacherous hazardous weed. o.k.a.Dead Sea Apple, Apple of Sodom.
0130 Horticulture is the art. I am a stranger in the rose garden.
0129 The flowers of the chestnuts have the grassy smell. We learn to be patient in youth.
0128 The shadow of the macrophylla’s petals like butterflies are sitting on them. I have a feel that Hydrangea macrophylla is clever than Hydrangea. Because, Mickle head, little wit. Too much is as bad as too little.
0127 Hydrangea turns their petal color in ghastly pale.
0126 Hydrangea turns their petal color in seventh steps. But I don’t know there is any changes on her as yesterday. Suddenly, I feel it is in a sour mood with puffing out its petals like the balloon fish.
0125 Malvaceae are starting to bloom from the bottom buds. After that, they flower continuously upward.
0124 Silene flowers are cute, they excrete a sticky liquid from their upper part of stem.
0123 Rainy season has come by the run in Japan. Do you wish to act without rehearsal?
0122 Nymphoides peltata is one of diurnal flowers. I will never see it again, and the petal’s yellow burned into my mind.
0121 In Japan, we have a cultural tradition that is Koromogahe that have been our custom for a long time. On June the 1st, civil officers change to dress their clothes for summer fashion all at once, and they feel refreshed.
0120 The machine for the rice transplanting is coming and going to plant in the rice field. The area is populated by flogs. They are sorry, they are running about here and there.
0119 The cuckoo sings at midnight. What time do you go to the land of dreams?
0118 Scutellaria flowered at the deep valley. It has a corrugated appearance on the sea.
0117 Black flies appeared to aim at me in the valley. I was plagued by them when I looked at the valley where the Senecio nikoensis were bloomed all over the place.
0116 There was an old-fashioned red post beside the grocery. It stood in the shadow of a tree. It was formed in a mold. I touched it. I was so tanned that it was so fresh and sweet to me.
0115 Skull-cap was flowering at the side of the path among hills. It shape was as close as waves were lapping on the shore. I sank into deep thought of my aging.
0114 Weigela coraeensis is one of caprifoliaceae. It blossoms white flowers at first, later it turns purplish red color somewhat.
0113 There is a pond in the mountain. Tradition says the prince died during the war, the princess suffered heartache at hearing his sad news and drawn herself with her thirteen maids in the pond. On the border of the pond, Campanula punctata Lam is flowering.
0112 I climbed the low mountain. There was the point of triangulation. I stood on it.
0111 The weather was so good that I made a little slide trip to out-of-the-way spot where I wish to go since at time.
0110 Nymphae, also known as plant of the Sheep in Japan. I counted out the flowering date in the bed.
0109 The flower of the Persimmon has the shape of the bell. I didn’t know the flowers were out of bloom until I treaded them.
0108 Amidabha Tathagata (Amidabosatsu) has the halo. A farmer planted rice in his rice field. He put on a cap with inverting the order. His head had the halo like Amidabosatsu.
0107 I walked through the pass of rice fields. The croaking of frogs come to a complete stop around my walking surroundings. I never do their bodily harms at all. Go on your croaking without change, please.
0106 I watched someone pass in front of me without making a sound in the Tsuyu-rain.
0105 Lonicera japonica Thunb flowers in the rain. I hold my umbrella over her. She is silent with her eyes downcast.
0104 There is a Siesta Rose hedge along the road. It looks like the roll of the small rose patterned cloth for kimono.
0103 I did the crawl in the pouring rain of Tsuyu.
0102 Tabanidae is one of the flies, not bees.
0101 FujiwaranoTeika and ShokushinaiShinnou had been loving each other according to the story of “Teika”. Since Shinnou dead and buried, Teika transformed into Teikakadura and had been entwining himself round her tomb.
0100 I forgot the word of arista in the barley field. I feel a picking sensation under my shirt, then cast off it.
0099 On making Haiku uses the lunar calendar. There is about one month off between lunar and solar. So the verse liable to affront to our currently feeling of the season.
0098 Let rustling Cirsium rustles.
0097 May has gone. Heaven knows where with the wind.
0096 Iris ensata Thunb blooms in a limpid stream. The alias of this Iris is Yatsugatake.
0095 I dropped a potted lily of the valley and broke it to pieces.
0094 Hydrangea flower blooms gracefully whether it’s raining or not.
0093 Melia azedarach is blooming. It gives the appearance that the purple clouds are hanging low in the sky. In the evening, someone pass by the other end of the tree at a courtly pace.
0092 The summer landscape is seen through the thin flower petal of the Calystegia japonica.
0091 I hate to mowing in the summer. Though grasses are growing thick and wild.
0090 I walked along the bush, then I found cross-shaped flowers in there. They are flowers of Houttuynia cordata that is one of the medical plants.
0089 We lack the opportunity to wear rain boots with excepting for the coquettish use in the city life. Though in the rainy season, I wear the rain boots on the outdoor use. Rain puts a shine on my those shoes.
0088 I did my task at the on-location shooting, so I has been ready to go home. At that time, the master and his wife of the confectioner where was provided for shooting came over to me with cakes in their hands. I received a lovely, hearty present from them, I was flattered in the chilly rain.
0087 The rain slowed a little now. A sprightly young frog jumps.
0086 Rain drop makes a splash like a crown when it run into the water. Though it has a heavy fall of rain, there are covered with a sea of crowns. In this instance, the union of the crowns is the best.
0085 I made a cup of coffee. It was raining outside now. Rain drops were percolating in earth by a courtly pace.
0084 There are many young leaves of Lotus in the pond. They are floating on the water. Additionally, the rain drops are floating on them. I’m not sure which is which.
0083 We have a bumper wheat crop which turns yellow at the rural zone of Ashikaga City, as the trim of the armor for General Takauji.
0082 Benthamidia japonica has pretty white flowers. Japanese say this flower as mountain-hat (Yamaboushi). because it appears that the mountain priest wear the white cowl.
0081 Saxifraga stolonifera blossoms in the limpid stream. In winter they are buried beneath a covering of snow. But they perennate in the difficult situation.
0080 Ardea cinerea gazed the sky open-mouthed. I too did so. It started to drizzle from the sky.
0079 It is going to rain. The rainy season has come, so I should take an umbrella in my bag.
0078 Panel lights were fixed on the ceiling of the tunnel. Lights were diminishing to the end of the tunnel. I came out of the tunnel, I was exposed to the summer sunshine.
0077 Medicine ball protects the people against the disease. An aging sculptural Lion holding the medicine ball is built into the Yakushi-Dou. For the longest time, he keeps protecting the health of the people, standing up for them. And now, he gets old.
0076 There is an astonishingly high gigantic tree at the precinct. Roots of the tree connected via the trunk to the Baiu-clouds, you know. I place my ear against the tree trunk, hear the sound of the flowing of water through the pipe.
0075 The clouds are hanging low over the sky. They are coming on here from across the sea afar.
0074 Nandina domestica bears flowers. It looks like that Miko (Shinto female attendants) dedicate the dance-drama to Japanese multitudinous gods with sacring bells in their hands.
0073 Styrax japonica blossoms white tiny flowers in serried ranks. In this season, leaves of every tree bristle on their wands. I look up into bristled space in the forest, the styrax flowers are instared on them.
0072 Silkworms are feeding on mulberry leaves. Nowadays the sericulture was totally defunct in Japan. Though it still has a lot of now-superseded mulberry trees in the countryside. They burgeon out in vain.
0071 The weather of today is the short-lived sunny interval. After a short time, the rainy season, known as Tsuyu in Japan, has begun.
0070 Feicui skims on the surface of the water like the skillful dressmaker wields his cutting knife.
0069 Barberpole goes upstream, strives with all his might. That is a bad move…I know.
0068 Children were playing crawfishing. As darkness sets in, they began to come home. At the place from where they disappeared, there were a heap of bodies of crawfish. Me? Yep, of course as same as I did in my boyhood days.
0067 The summer shower mowed down all over the tussocks, then the afternoon broke into sunshine.
0066 White peonies blossom in the evening. Night dews aim and take a run at them. That’s a pretty lame idea. They will vanish into thin air.
0065 The cabaret attendant says, “I assure you I’ll go out with you every minute.” A Red peony blooms in her mouth.
0064 Rhododendron blooms like a paper lantern. It is flickering in the wind. It lights up no corner unlighted.
0063 I was soaked to the bone in the evening whirlwind of May.
0062 Once upon a time, People made the notch between mountains. Those places were traveling-through point at where had placed guards. Now, There is a guard whose name is Wild Rose.
0061 I followed a mountain trail on the one day trip. I saw the spur of the mountain, the spur was hidden among the trees. There were a lot of green bits and pieces of spurs.
0060 I climbed up the path of the uprising. I reached at the very peak of the mountain path. I gave myself a few breaks and found the room to breathe. There was a tiny fine-red berry of the Duchesnea chrysantha.
0059 Don’t be hard on yourself. You’re body is honest with your life force.
0058 The season of the deutzia blossoms, it has brisk climates. The crowd of villagers are rippling with each other in a interval of the agricultural practice.
0057 In Japan, Kingyosou is the name of antirrhinum. “Kingyosou” means Kingyo-plant. The flower of antirrhinum looks like the goldfish(=Kingyo) are swimming in the water. In any case, it’s cute.
0056 Children were searching for the crayfish in the creek. The iris kept eyes on them from the riverside. Though Eyes of children were looking into the water.
0055 The younger leaves of the fern coil themselves. After the rainy night, they are utterly turn to extended jagged leaves.
0054 The Solar clock is the wind-up type, isn’t it? The maple seeds are its winder-handles.
0053 Spider’s webs are moist with the morning dew. In other words, the morning dew divests spiders of their positions.
0052 I looked blankly at the fluffy white cloud are floating in the summer sky. How many times I spend the summer in this way. The white cloud dyed the cap of wave white. In the same way, years dyed my cap white and had been starting losing my hair.
0051 Peas have pretty flowers. Two weeks later, they turn peas in pods. Boiled whole pea-pod is one of savory vegetables.
0050 The stem of Butterbur is used as the season food. We boil them, they turn right-green color like the jade. Butterbur had a lot of folk stories. Though I get the idea from the boiled right-green aerial stem, our primitive ancestors adorned themselves with jade bugle beads.
0049 Azalea flowers sticking tight each other. They look like love-birds who are deeply in love. I recall the affairs in my early life with sweet memories.
0048 The land of origin of Potatoes is Andes. A long time ago, they come from Europe to Japan. Now, they are daily essentials of our basics food. They are growing up under the same sun that their ancients were growing up in Andes.
0047 I thought to cast a bunch of flowers for my ancestors at home. I went away from home to buy it. I saw a field of wheat was shaken with the wind. On the way back from the flower shop, the wheat were still swaying with the wind.
0046 She looks best on dressing in white. Envy shoots at others, and wounds oneself. Because we cannot conceal the truth. If you are undermined by somebody’s envy, I am waiting for you anytime in early summer with an armful blue Rodgersia podophylla that is on swinging by the sea breeze.
0045 I have forgotten my duty to my mother in the course of day-to-day. Though, I know the symbol for Mother’s Day is carnations by sentence.
0044 I have gone through most of my life saying “Either will do” when I should have said “Yes” or “No.” I am one of the yellow-belly. Oh, Rosa banksiae Aiton has not spines, too.
0043 I start to do the training of playing harmonica. I wonder if I make a nuisance of myself.
0042 In summer, Onions have been neglected without being eaten by farmers. Onions produce seeds in their head that look like the skin head of the Buddhist monk. After that, farmers get their seeds.
0041 Cornus controversa Hemsl put out a lot of groups of white little flowers in May. At sunset, they gild their flowers against the dark forest.
0040 Iris japonica Thunb are growing up at the swampy small vale. I descended into a vale alone. I found their sorrowful flowers around the area. I fell here was no ticket out of where I have been.
0039 The beginning of summer has come. Families take advantage of the good weather to catch the fish with their nets in the river. Children are untanned yet in May, so they have white ankles and shins.
0038 In Japan, when we wear kimono, the left side front-gusset superposes on the right side. In this case, the bamboo shoots wear the sheath in the same way as kimono.
0037 On the day of the second horse in April, thousands of Inari (Ugatamano-kami)s go to worship at the Inari Taisha in Fushimi, Kyoto. They are staying there for about half month, after that, on the day of the first Rabbit (卯日) in May, they go back to their own shrine.
0036 I was out for a stroll to make verses for several hours. Then, I was a little tired, so I looked for a place to rest. When I sat down by the road side, Erigeron annuus had already sat over me.
0035 Half century has pass away all too fleeting moment. I fail to deliver anything in this meantime. When I was a child, I made a wish every Children’s Day had come.
0034 Young leaves of persimmon have pretty beautiful green color. They are so beautiful that the branch was rarely unnoticed. As if it were air.
0033 Kashiwamochi is the tansy rice cake wrapped in an oak leaf. When I eat it, open the leaf wrapper, then, find a little naked green bean jam cake. It looked ashamed to me on full display.
0032 A wise man keep from the harmful act when he is alone. But I am not wise. So, on Children’s Day, I take the bath in iris leaves, I smell at the fragrance of the iris from its cut edge like a child. Woo, smell fresh!
0031 On Children’s Day in Japan, families with boys put up carp streamers outdoors. The carp streamers are swimming in the wind with regal postures. But, when the wind doesn’t blow, it’s a sad state of affaires. Now, I want to get a picture of streamers, I wait for the wind to blow.
0030 The shape of Maple’s fruit looks like the propeller. Too, every maple flower has a propeller shaft in it.
0029 Why do you face to me? According to an ancient tradition, Daruma achieved enlightenment after nine years of Zen sitting meditation.
0028 Waterweeds grow abundantly with adequate nutrition from photosynthesis.
0027 I wanted to see the wisteria at close range, I thought to bring a stepladder. Then, I ascended the ladder slowly, I found the wisteria flower was cute rather than beautiful.
0026 The purple radish flower is meek and mild. In spring, roughly speaking, it blossomed under the shade of the tree. This plant has another name that is Chuko Liang Kongmining’s vegetable which has been said that was cultivated for the emergency food on his command. He is a very famous general in ancient China.
0025 The purple Lily magnolia is the somberness color flower. In darkness, it looks like nothingness, but remains in existent atmosphere.
0024 Mercy! This flower, double-flowered Camellia japonica has 38 petals! Big Num! …Wait a minute … It’s less numerous than my age… Ah, before I know where I am….
0023 When I leave you unsupervised, you are always acting unconstrained demeanor. In the meanwhile, you grow up, and make like a tree and leave by my side.
0022 The path in the grove was strewn with fallen petals of cameria. The surface of them appears like the soft red carpet. I decided to walk over the carpet in bare feet.
0021 Vernal Equinox Day is usually on March 20 or 21, in Japan. At such times, day and night are everywhere of nearly equal length everywhere in the world. The day, I found twin Jizo Bosatsus at way side. Then they asked me with smile if I doled out what I had to those in need without prejudice …
0020 This year is the year of the rabbit on the Oriental Zodiac in Japan. The 48 each temple in Musashi and Sagami region works with coalition to unveil its treasured Buddhist (kannon) image in the spring of the every rabbit year. The other day, I made a field trial to go Daisen-Ji, one of the 48 temples. There are many vivid red color flags that competed with the cherry blossoms in beauty at the entrance of the temple.
0019 Daisen-Ji Temple has a gateway to the temple. There are four heavenly kings statures. They seemed to get into a brawl with each other about the most beautiful flower in this season at the Kan-Hasshu and all over Japan.
0018 Some human-being head off the nature with the technological wizardry. Though at last they are to come off worst for Joe Bloggs.
0017 Spring breeze strokes thatched the moss with a caress. It looks like that a novio drops a gentle kiss on sleeping novia’s cheek without meddling and saying goodbye….
0016 Sumi-e is all one color. The Sumi-e artist can draw a polychrome spring scene which is drawn in only Japanese ink with water. It’s colorful amazing thing.
0015 I stumble on a nice viola on my walkway. I find one of my favorite , it’s the quiet…elegant!
0014 It was in the full of spring. That day, I got a drink at the park, then I fell in the drink on the bust. You forgive me today with a pretty smile, don’t you?
0013 I am waiting for the moment of bursting into cherry blossoms every year. Though always the cherry blossoms out without my knowing it. I am standing with my knees to look at them from my disordered bed.
0012 Spiraea Thunbergii has an awful lot of tiny white petals like little rice kernels. They bloom in a compact mass on long willowy woods. In the evening, they give off fuzzy light on the darkness road. They are not benighted….they eat darkness.
0011 Narcissus is the bulb plant. People says it grows up from a tiny brown bulb. Though in my view, it is standing on the earth bulb.
0010 Sahohime is the Japanese goddess of spring. Maybe she puts on a tiara which is dripping with gemmy beads in spring. I think that way when my pet cactus blooms once every spring.
0009 Carps become very active when the cold abates. They are gathering together with rip-roaring mouths to demand food. I fled them in my terror.
0008 The White-eye sucks nectar from the plum flower until March. Though it gluts itself with the plum taste, and waits expectantly the king of flower’s relish now. It looks to me like a flirt’s volatile affection.
0007 Veronica persica comes into the very teeny cute blue flower. Though Dr.Makino put a funny Japanese name to it in the days of Meiji Era. He delights me with his generous hearted spirit when I find it at the edge of pastures and fields in every early spring.
0006 Faint Caecium comes down with drizzle, it might just be me, the spring cloud looks like the leaden cloud.
0005 Virid Willows are weak, yet they bend without breaking. That way, we should solemnly get back on our feet with unbreakable spirits in Japan, in beautiful Japan.
0004 Victims’ souls transmigrated the Kobus Flowers at the night after the quake.
0003 Spring sea is genial, but the fact is, she has fangs.
0002 Pure Tohoku-inhabitants are sobbing with griefs on the spring equinox.
0001 After the north wind blows in spring, swans unfurl their wings. I never forget to remember them.