The fragrance is foggy and the temples are wet, her jade-white shoulder is cold in the moon. When shall we lie again on our screen, watching this bright light with no more tears?. "
—— (Du Fu's Moonlit Night)
"In a wanderer hears drums portending battle, geese are singing in autumn. Dew changes to frost since tonight, how much brighter the moonlight is at home!
o my brothers, lost and scattered, what is life to me without you?. Yet if missives in time of peace go wrong, what can I hope for during war?. "
-(remembering my brothers on a moonlight night)
"a light wind is rippling at the grassy shore, through the night, to my motionless tall mast. The boundless plain fringed with stars hanging low. The moon surges with the river on the flow.
if only my art might bring me fame, and free my sick old age from office!. Flitting, flitting, what am I like? But a sand-snipe in the wide, wide world!. "
-"To express my feelings at night")