-Li Bai's Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou
The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon.
-Li Bai's Looking at Tianmen Mountain
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
-Wang Wan's berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain.
On one side of the boat, Qian Fan races; At the head of the sick tree, every year is a spring shower.
-Liu Yuxi's "The First Meeting in Yangzhou to Enjoy Lotte"
The bald-tailed donkey hissed at the small gate and drove past the ancient city village.
-Lu You "That is"
During the spring outing, the national scissors are made of silk, half of them are mud and half are sails.
-Li Shangyin's Sui Palace
After Fujian set sail, Toad lost his last contact.
-Jia Dao's History of Wu Chu in Jiang Yi.
From a distance, where does the solitary sail go, and the smoke in Liutang is unclear.
-Zheng Sixiao's "Into the City in Spring"
After washing and dressing, I leaned against Wangjianglou: After all, Qian Fan had nothing, and the twilight was full of water, which was heartbreaking.
-Wen, "Recalling Jiangnan"
E-bamboo sail must be delivered early, and the bright moon by the river is reserved for you.
-Wang Changling's "Send Pisces"
Small double sails belong to Hubei and bamboo, worrying about finding a lonely moon dream.
-Wang Changling's "Thirteen Gui"
Go to the seaside county, sail in the sky.
-Ma Dai's "Send Uncle to Nanhai Curtain"