The god of thunder and lightning, the hills collapsed, the stone gates cracked and leaked into the sinkhole. An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and the moon light up the gold and silver terrace. -Li Bai's "Climbing Mount Tianmu in a Dream"
He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere. -Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow
The left plate and the right plate are like surprises, and they seem to attack Chu Han. -Li Bai, cursive music.
Modeling forcibly expresses fried silk, and the face urges electricity in the wind. -Bao Huiling, an ancient gift to the present.