A spider web hung in the dark and an empty beam fell into the mud. -Xue Daoheng's Salt of Yesterday
No matter underground or on the mountain, where there are flowers in full bloom, there are bees busy. Bee, you harvest flowers to make nectar. Who has worked hard and who wants to taste the sweetness? -Luo Yin's "Bees"
When cicadas sing cold, autumn flowers bloom. -Pan Yue's Two Songs of Heyang.
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. -Xin Qiji's "Walking on the Yellow Sand Road in Xijiang Moonlight Night"