1. Looking back, the grass was deep and the ant nest was clustered at that time.
-Tao Yuanming's leisure fu
2. Poetry is like the pride of a fisherman, and fame can be thrown away in dreams.
-Bai Juyi's Farewell to Ancient Grass
Looking back at the bleak place, rain or shine.
-Su Shi's Dingfengbo March 7th
4. Poetry is like a dream pen, so don't let it float.
-Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flower Yin, Fog and Thick Clouds, Sorrow Forever"
A poem will go into wine, and it will be sold with you for a long time.
-Du Fu's "Ascending the Mountain"
6. After the poem is independent at dusk, the lonely peak reflects on the Jianglou.
-Wang Anshi's "Deng Fei Laifeng"
7. Poems are talking and laughing, and they are all gone.
-Xin Qiji's Jade Case Yuan Xi
8. Poetry is like a bamboo poem, and a light smile is always pitiful.
-Du Mu's "Farewell One"
9. Poetry is waiting for the moon to return, the courtyard is deep and the night is hazy.
-Li Yu "When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon?
10. The poetic smile is charming, and the powder and paint of the Sixth Palace have faded into nothingness.
-Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow