The sunshine in the morning is no longer bright, and the sky in the west suddenly quietens down. -Ruan Ji's "Yong Huai"
The sunny season is wasted again. What will happen in old age? -Bai Juyi's "Give Huangfu Langqing Spring Festival Evening"
The creator has given all the mysterious grace to nature here, yin and yang cutting. -Du Fu's "Looking at Yue"
The sun is like fire, and the next moment is Wan Li Road. -Bai Juyi's "Short Songs"
Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang. -Meng Haoran's A Letter from Dongting Lake to Premier Zhang
Then the sun flows out to the middle, and I suspect that the shore forces the mulberry to float. -Fang Gan's "Title Songjiang Post"
The sunset is reflected on the top of the forest, and the night is bleak and cold. -Bai Juyi's "Answering Dreams and Sitting Alone in Autumn Court"
The pavilions are leaning against the sun, and the flowers are full of mountain fragrance every year. -Du Mu's Jinggu Palace