The voice is so low that no one can hear it except my comrade-in-arms Mingyue-Wang Wei's Zhu
Clear water and clear stones can be counted straight out, but there are no birds singing in the deep forest —— Su Shi's interview with monks at Gushanhui Temple in Lari.
Flat forest is misty and cold, and Shan Ye is sad and blue —— Li Bai's Bodhisattva Man
The male bird runs smoothly and follows the female bird-"it's difficult to get through the road"
Falling Flowers Is the Shame of the Forest —— Poem of the White Head
Deep Woods, Miscellaneous Trees and Empty Cotton —— Landscape Song of Zhao Yan Shaofu Powder Map in Dangtu