Qian Shan's flowing poems; Bright moon and cool breeze, a glass of wine.

No one asks if you live in a poor city; Rich people live in the mountains and have distant relatives.

Three cups of moon shadows add spring dreams; A flower pillow smells beautiful.

There is a road in the mountain of books, but there is no limit to learning the sea.

The edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold.

Headed by the spring of one year, the great cause of the Millennium will go first.

Climb high and look far; Lean against the tree and listen to the sound of spring.

There are no vulgar guests in the door; There are books in the room.

Innocent; Honesty is a family heirloom.

Sincerity; The stone opened the door.

Five stars shine; Bauhinia flower color.