I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day and drink the Yangtze River water. When will this water stop and when will this hatred end? I hope your heart, like mine, will live up to your yearning! What you said seems a little false.
You have your copper branches and iron shafts, like knives, swords and halberds; I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh and like a heroic torch. (Shu Ting's To the Oak Tree)
Quiet girl, once in the corner of the city, I love but can't see it, scratching my head. (Miss Gao Fengjing)