Withered vines, old trees and dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people’s homes, west wind and thin horses on the ancient road. —— Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha·Autumn Thoughts"
On the moonlit night of Twenty-four Bridges, where can a beautiful lady teach me how to play the flute? ——Du Mu's "A Letter to Judge Han Chuo of Yangzhou"
The setting sun above the city paints a corner of mourning, the Shen Garden is no longer the old pool platform, the spring waves under the sad bridge are green, and the shadow of the startled dragon once came. ——Lu You's "Two Poems of Shen Yuan"
One or two roosters crow in the rain, and the Banqiao on the road in Zhuxi Village is slanted. ——Wang Jian's "Rain Passes Over the Mountain Village"
Beside the broken bridge outside the post office, it is lonely and ownerless. ——Lu You's "Bu Suanzi·Ode to Plum Blossoms"
There are wild grass and flowers beside the Suzaku Bridge, and the setting sun is setting at the entrance of Wuyi Lane.
——Liu Yuxi's "Woyi Lane"