You and I went all the way to the green hills in the rain, at the top of the moon in both places? (Wang Changling's "Send Wood to Serve the Imperial Palace")
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
(Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains)