Leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall, and I watch the long river always roll forward (Du Fu's Ascending the Mountain)
Water-but since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with swords, it is even more worrying to raise a glass to dispel our worries.
(Li Bai's "Xuanzhou Xiejilou farewell school book Shu Yun")
Fire-volcano There are few pedestrians in May. Seeing your horse sick is like a bird.
(Cen Can's "Wuwei sent the judge Liu Xingjun Yunxi")
Mowing at noon, sweat dripping on the land (Li Shen's "Two Poems for Farmers")