Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can leisurely see Nanshan Mountain. (Tao Yuanming's "Drinking")
Children have not yet learned how to farm and weave, but they also learn to grow melons near the mulberry tree. (Fan Chengda's "Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons")
Spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and wax torches will turn to ashes before tears dry up. (Li Shangyin's "Untitled")
Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. (Gong Zizhen's "Jihai Miscellaneous Poems")
The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again? (Wang Anshi's "Mooring the Boat on Guazhou")
There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark willows and bright flowers. (Lu You's "Visiting Shanxi Village")
Looking horizontally, it looks like a ridge and a peak on the side, with different heights near and far. (Su Shi's "Inscription on the Wall of the Western Forest")
If you want to see a thousand miles away, go to the next level. (Wang Zhihuan's "Climbing the Stork Tower")
I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to visit Chanjuan. (Su Li's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou")
The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun's love for me. (Li Bai's "Gift to Wang Lun")
There are close friends in the sea, and they are like neighbors across the world. (Du Fu's "Spring View")
Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown. (Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts")
Relatives and friends in Luoyang are like asking each other, a heart of ice is in a jade pot. (Wang Changling's "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower")
I know from afar that my brothers have climbed to a high place, and there is one less person planted with dogwood trees. (Wang Wei's "Reminiscences of Shandong Brothers on September 9th")
The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky. (Li Bai's "Farewell to Meng Haoran in Guangling")
Don't worry, there will be no friends in the future, and no one in the world will know you. (Gao Shi's "Farewell to Dong Da")
I advise you to drink another glass of wine, and there will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west.
(Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi")?