Ancient poems describing boys' impatience and poems describing women's peace.

I swam to Xishu Square and gave me two pieces of ink. The ink was stamped with a good name, saying that I had heard of it. No one is wrong. Everyone writes brilliantly, and the gentleman is gratifying. Give strength to sex, and you will suffer.

Body like a bodhi tree, heart like a mirror. Do not rub regularly, so as not to make dust. Bodhi has no trees, and the mirror is not a stage. There was nothing, so there was no dust.