How deep is love? The sunset in the deep mountains and the deep autumn rain. ——Nalan Xingde's "Butterfly Love Flower·Crossing the Fortress"
The new bamboo branches are higher than the old bamboo branches, all because of the support of the old stems. ——Zheng Xie's "Hsinchu"
I feel your lingering love, tied in a red lining. ——Zhang Ji's "The Song of a Chaste Woman·A Letter to Master Li Sikong in Dongping"
But I will always keep my eyes open all night long, and repay the favor by not raising my eyebrows in my life. ——Yuan Zhen's "Three Poems on Sorrow and Feeling·Part 3"
But when you take the thousand-year-old leaves, you always offer the Wannian Cup. ——Zhao Yanzhao "On the day of Fenghe, I gave the ministers Baiye Yingzhi"
I have been proud and miserable throughout my life, but I have been kind and unfaithful. ——Li Bai's "Answer to the King Drinking Alone on Twelve Cold Nights"
A solitary person has a clear sky, just like a fish has water. ——Chen Shou's "Longzhong Dui"
Heng Ge has fought hundreds of battles, and has always been the most generous. ——Li Bai's "Six Songs under the Cross"
To repay the spring sunshine, you should have good wine to accompany your life. ——Du Fu's "Seven Quatrains Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers"
The meaning refers to the long and short, and is filled with holy love for life. ——Du Fu's "Giving Clothes on the Dragon Boat Festival"
Xin Leyi is grateful for his gratitude, and his liver transfusion and gallbladder dissection are the most effective talents. ——Li Bai's "Three Poems on a Difficult Journey"
I still feel pity for Zhongnan Mountain, and look back to Weibin in the Qing Dynasty. ——Du Fu's "Twenty-Two Rhymes for Wei Zuocheng"
I am grateful throughout my life, and loyalty is not an external reward. ——Li Bai "Reward Pei Shiyu with gifts when he feels the rain"
The people feel the rain in the mulberry forest, and the clouds give to Li Jinglong. ——Zhao Ruyu "Send off General Li after the rain and return to the temple to have a drink with his colleagues in the pavilion"
It is an ordinary dream to be famous and cook rice, and the strange things in the book are empty and grateful.
——Wang Xun's "Double Ninth Festival of Xixia"