When relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other, their hearts are filled with ice in a jade pot. ——Wang Changling "Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Tower"
The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown. ——Du Fu's "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night"
The moon was bright in the Qin Dynasty and the Han Dynasty passed, and the people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned. ——Wang Changling's "Two Poems from the Fortress"
The war rages on for three months, and letters from home are worth tens of thousands of gold. —— Du Fu's "Spring Hope"
I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love for you.
——Li Zhiyi's "Businessman·I Live at the Head of the Yangtze River"