I am willing to tie my slim body with the belt in my petticoat; It's cool and weird, and it's new!
I am willing to be proud of my hair and brush my head on my shoulders; The repeated bathing of sad beauty has dried up from the white water!
I would like to have fine eyes, I would like to have idle eyes; Sad powder is still fresh, but it was ruined by China's makeup!
I am willing to be a seat in Dongguan, but I am weak in Sanqiu; The sad generation of Wen Yin is an emperor, and only after many years can you see it!
I am willing to walk on silk, persistent enough to cope; Sadness is restrained, before the empty Committee abandons the bed!
I am willing to be the shadow of the day, always following the shape and facing the west; There are many shades of sad trees, and generosity varies from time to time!
May it be a candle at night, and a jade shine on two trees; Sad and sorrowful, the light of mulberries, the election destroys the scenery and hides the light!
I would like to be a fan of bamboo, with a soft grip and sorrow; Worry about the white dew and the morning, the sleeves are full of Myanmar!
I would like to be a tung tree in the forest and a piano on my knee; Sadness, joy and sorrow come, and finally push me to stop!
-Tao Yuanming's Preface to Idle Fu
Chrysanthemum, the hermit in the flower; Peony, blooming with wealth; Lotus, the gentleman of flowers.
-Zhou Dunyi's Love Lotus
Wanli Yangtze River is as white as practice, and Hu Aishan Mountain is as green as a lake. Fan Jiang is like an arrow, and the mountain spring thousands of feet flies like electricity.
-Zhou Deqing's "Xunyang Scene"