A letter played nine days early and eight thousand in Chaoyang Road late —— Han Yu's "Moving to the Left to Show Grandnephew's Neck"
Towards the East Gate Camp, Towards the Heyang Bridge at dusk —— Du Fu's After the Dike
You didn't see the lovely hair in the bright mirror on the high building. Although it was silky black in the morning, it turned into snow at night-Li Bai's Into the Wine.