The base of the dance pavilion is still there, and the gentle and graceful yarn of the window is still green. -Yuan Zhen
The sound of running water by the cold river, the bamboo shadow by the window, the moonlight. -Rong Yu
Guangsha is not my ambition, so is the small window. —— Li Gang
Pretend to write small print, open a secluded room to raise cinnabar. -Su Shi
The bamboo shadow on the desk outside the window is still swaying, and the ink seems to have released a wild spring. -Du Xunhe