2. new Year only deepens my longing, adds to the lonely tears of an exile. To the old age is exiled to the people, the spring is hurried on ahead of me. Monkeys come down from the mountains to haunt me, Jiangliu * * * wind smoke. I have suffered like the imperial guardian, so when will the day be taken? -Liu Changqing's "New Year's Work"
3. Every year, the lotus flower leaks. Bijing is crisp and frozen wine. Han Xiao is still deceiving others, and she is slim in spring. The beautiful woman urged Qian to live long. Pepper with cypress leaves and finery sleeves. I don't know each other well in the depths of my hometown, but I am old with Dongjun. -Mao Kun's "Yulouchun Ji Mao Yuan Day"