Falling flowers are not heartless things, but turn into spring mud for protection (Gong Zizhen)
If the sky is affectionate, it will grow old, and the world will be vicissitudes (Mao Zedong)
Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller again in the spring breeze (Bai Juyi)
Sighing about life, like a silkworm, binds itself (Xin Qiji)
Since the world can't satisfy our desire, tomorrow I will loosen my hair and take a fishing boat (Li Bai)
A thousand years' reputation, ten thousand years' reputation, what good is it? When you die, it's gone (Du Fu)