1. The bushes under the single foot of the warped figure are thin, and only when it holds a low branch in its mouth can it jump. ——Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty, "Zi Wu Ci"
The original poem is as follows: Crows fly over the city at sunrise, and crows rush to the sunrise branches. The brush hairs stretch out the wings and you are happy. You are alone and downcast. What are you doing now? Nothing is admiring the heights of the day. The three-legged jealousy makes you sick. Nothing is injured by people who are hungry and crying beside the corridor, who are greedy for fresh food and seize flesh. The bushes under the single foot of the warped figure are thin, and only when it holds a low branch in its mouth can it jump. I also look at the mud to prepare for the ants, and look up at the pillars to protect myself from the sparrows. The six swords on the left and right are as sharp as knives, and the body cannot reach high when it loses its momentum. Being torn apart and toeless, I still avoid it. I try my best to fly low to escape future troubles.
2. Although Xiao Qiao is vibrating his feathers, he is full of doubts. ——Lu Guimeng's "Firefly Poems" of the Tang Dynasty
The original poem is as follows: Although Xiao Qiao flutters his feathers, he is full of doubts about the ice. The wind is still strong, and the smoke is gradually condensing. It is not necessary to take the place of residence lightly before it can be likened to a solitary lamp. Don't rely on family affairs in the Sui Dynasty. You have been bothered to issue imperial edicts.
3. I stand out according to the moonlight, and we are so similar to each other. ——Su Shi of the Song Dynasty, "Answering the Shape of the Pottery Shadow"
The original poem is as follows: When painting depicts the appearance of a king, one is often afraid of being a clumsy painter. I came out according to the moonlight, and the two of them looked very similar to each other. The beauty belongs to you, how can I please you? You are like the smoke rising from the fire, and you are gone when the fire is gone. I am like my image in a mirror. If the mirror is broken, I will not be destroyed. Although the clouds are cloudy and sunny, there is no cold or heat. But because of things, there is no end to all changes. When you are drunk or awake, you are all dreaming. There is no need to discuss the pros and cons.