I've been talking about juvenile madness, pulling yellow on the left, holding pale on the right, wearing a gold hat and mink fur, riding a thousand troops to roll flat hills. In order to repay the people of the whole city for following my generous hunting proposal, I will shoot this tiger myself like Sun Quan. After drinking wine, my chest is still open and my temples are slightly frosted. What's the harm! When will the emperor send someone down, like Emperor Han sent Feng Tang to the cloud to pardon Shang Wei? I will make my strength as full as the full moon, full as the full moon, heading northwest and shooting at the team in West Xia Jun. -Song Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi Mizhou Hunting"
On the night of Lantern Festival, by the river, the bright moon shines brightly on beautiful people. At the bottom of the account, blowing sheng spits musk deer and follows the horse without dust. Lonely mountain people are old! Drums and blowjobs, but he joined the Nongsang Society. The cold light of the fire reveals thin frost, and the wild clouds fall. -Song Su Shi, "Die Hua Lian Zhou Mi Shangyuan"