Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river of spring water flowing eastward. (Li Yu's "Yu Meiren")
Thousands of sails are not the same, but the slanting light and the flowing water are long. (Wen Tingyun's "Looking to the South of the Yangtze River")
Don't worry, there are no friends in the future, and no one in the world knows you. (Gao Shi)
The river and the sky are completely dust-free, and there is a solitary moon in the bright sky. (Zhang Ruoxu's "Spring River with Flowers and Moonlight Night")
The solitary smoke is straight in the desert, and the sun is setting over the long river. (Wang Wei's "Envoy to the Fortress")
The sky is clear, the fields are vast, and the grass is blown by the wind, and cattle and sheep can be seen low.
("Celechuan")