Li Bai, Du Fu, Wang Wei, Liu Yuxi and He each represent a poem.

Sometimes I ride the wind and waves, raise my muddy sails and sail in the deep sea. -Li Bai, "It's hard to go"

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"

The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. -Wang Wei's March on the Fortress

After all, the world is just a small place. -"Farewell to Du Shu"

Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people. -Liu Yuxi's Wuyi Lane

I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. -He Zhangzhi's Singing Willow