As cold as ice, I was stupefied and sweaty.
As light as a feather, as easy as a piece of cake.
Ancient poetry
West wind blinds, people are thinner than yellow flowers.
The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills.
Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.
At night, it snowed a foot thick outside the city. Early in the morning, the old man drove a charcoal wheel to the market.
How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.
White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard.