1. Riding an ox far away from Qian Village, the wind of flute can be heard diagonally across the Long River. There are so many famous and wealthy people in Chang'an who are not as good as you if they run out of agencies. ——Huang Tingjian's "Shepherd Boy"
2. The children ran away in a hurry to chase the yellow butterfly, which flew into the cauliflower and was nowhere to be found. ——Yang Wanli "Xugong Store, Suxin City"
3. Herding cattle in the morning, herding cattle in the river. Grazing cattle at night, herding cattle across the village and valley. The lotuses come out of the forest, the spring rain is gentle, and the reed pipes blow the green sedge. If you have your waist covered with basil and arrows, you will not be afraid of tigers bullying the yellow calves. ——Li She's "Shepherd Boy's Ci"
4. After sixty years of adorning jade beads, who taught Ming Lu to become a poet. The floating clouds are not tied to Bai Juyi, and the inaction of creation means Lotte. The boy can sing the song of Everlasting Sorrow, and the Hu'er can sing the pipa piece. The article has been widely read, making me miss you and feel sad. ——Xuanzong Li Chen's "Diao Bai Juyi"
5. Walking along the river in the afternoon, the water is clear and flowing under my feet. The rocks in the water are as big as buckets, and fish swim gently around them. The little shepherd boy was so shy that he squatted naked on the edge of the field. He called the big flower dog in his mouth and held the old scalper in his hand. ——"Picture of Herding Cows"
6. Clear ponds and jade waters surround the mountains and rivers, and fly kites hand in hand with friends. Yangliu pointed lightly to get drunk, and it was suspected that the dream brought back childhood. ——Xuan Zhiweng
7. There is half a bow of moss in the pine shade, and I occasionally want to read but am too lazy to open it. Playing with the clear spring and scattering banana leaves, the children mistook the sound of rain. ——Yang Wanli, Part 1 of "Two Quatrains from a Nap in Early Summer" by Yang Wanli
8. When the young man left home and his elder brother returned, his local pronunciation remained unchanged and his hair on his temples faded. Children who don't recognize each other laugh and ask where the guest is from.
——He Zhizhang's "Book of Returning to Hometown"