I love orchids and exotic flowers, but I don't like the color of Chunyang. The west wind is cold and dew in the deep forest, and no one can smell it. -"Orchid" Xue Net;
The vast sadness of parting extends to the setting sun, away from Beijing, riding a whip to the east, feeling that people are on earth. I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation. -"Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems" Gong Zizhen;
The trees in Xiyan Lake near my home are covered with faint ink marks. Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun. -"Mo Mei" Wang Mian;
Adhere to the castle peak and not relax, the root is broken rock. After many trials and tribulations, it is still strong, and there are winds in the east, west, north and south. -"Bamboo Stone" Zheng Xie.