There are infinite painting hands in the world, but it is so sad that they cannot be painted. ——Gao Chan's "Jinling Evening View"
The yellow sand wears golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned until it is broken. ——Wang Changling's "Seven Poems on the Military March·Part 4"
The wind is rustling and the water is cold, and a strong man will never return once he is gone. ——Anonymous "Song of Jing Ke/Song of Du Yishui"
Why don't men bring Wu hooks and collect the fifty states in Guanshan? ——Li He's "Thirteen Poems of Nanyuan·Fifth"
Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. ——Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai·Part 5"
Woohoo! Although three households of Chu could destroy Qin, how could China be empty and deserted? ——Lu You's "The Skill of the Golden Knife"
If you want to benefit the country's life and death, how can you avoid it because of misfortunes and blessings? ——Lin Zexu's "Going to the garrison and climbing the road to tell the family members · Part 2"
Lying down at night listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse glaciers fell into sleep.
——Lu You's "Wind and Rain on November 4th"