When Meng Xue knows what day it will be, he leans on the building and looks to the north and chants. ──"Send Off the Migrant Guests" Author: Qi Chan
Who knows that there will be no less in life, the water in front of the door can still flow to the west, and there will be no more white hair singing yellow chicken. ──Author of "Huanxi Sand": Su Shi
Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and her heart will be filled with blue sea and blue sky every night. ──Author of "Chang'e": Li Shangyin
There is no choice but the flowers fall away, and the swallows return as if they have known each other before. The fragrant path in the small garden wanders alone. ──Author of "Huanxisha": Yan Shu
When people become sentimental, their sentiments become less so, and now I really regret my sentiments.
──"Breaking Through the Huanxi Sands" Author: Nalan Xingde