Blow out the reading lamp and you will be covered with moon. ——Guiling's "Blowing Out the Reading Lamp"

The country lives up to the hero's tears, and cuts through the sky with a sharp sword. ——Zhou Xiaoping "Please don't let down this era"

After going through all kinds of tribulations in the mortal world, it is like a cool breeze blowing on your face. ——Lin Qingxuan "A pure mind can eliminate worries"

Thirty years have passed by in a blink of an eye, but it should not have been stained by the original intention. ——Ye Jiaying's "Two Seven Unique Poems to Alumni of Grade 7 and 7 of Nankai University"

This is a dream in all kinds of desolation.

Thousands of miles of dié and xiè, this is where we return. ——Yu Qiuyu's "Cultural Journey"

——Cang Yue's "Flower Mirror"

The sword is not worn properly, and you are already in the world when you go out. ——Cai Zhiheng

The white horse is blocked by the autumn wind, and the apricot blossoms and spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River. ——Xu Beihong

Wherever the heart goes, life goes like a journey against the odds, sailing with a reed. ——Guo Shan's "Preface: A Reply Ten Years Late"

The mind is calm and the things are quiet, the bananas are green and cool after the rain. ——Qi Baishi's "After the Rain"

Looking for peace with blooming flowers, light clouds and flowing water to carry you through this life. ——Huang Jingyuan's "The Order of the Wind Butterfly: The Rise of the Thunderous Birds"

The four seasons are lovely only in spring, but a boy can go crazy if he does anything. ——Wang Guowei's "Xiaobu"

Heaven and earth are just a swaying reverse journey, and day and night are just portals of time. ——Cang Yue's "Flower Mirror"

The moonlight is still the moonlight of youth, and the uniform color of Kyushu is still the frost of Li Bai. ——Yu Guangzhong's "Soliloquy"

In the evening of autumn, boiling bamboo leaves with chrysanthemums makes people and crabapples drunk. ——Lin Qingxuan "Warming a pot of moonlight and drinking alone"

Thinking about the past quietly, as if it is in the back of your eyes.

——Wang Zengqi's "Sitting Meditate for Nothing"

You can hide from the moon while drinking and singing, but you can't hide from the deserted street——Lu Sihao