Thousands of trees bloom in the easterly night, and the stars are like rain.-Xin Qiji's "The Jade Case is Yuanxi"
Before the wind, I want to persuade Chunguang to live, and Spring is on Fangcao Road in the south of the city. Flowers that don't flow with the water's edge are made into floating mud. The stars are mistaken in the mirror, and people are not conceited in spring. Dreaming of people is far away from many worries, only in the pear blossom wind and rain. -Xin Qiji's "Spring on the Jade Tower"
No matter how big or small the resentment is, it is born in the love; There is no beauty or evil in things, and it is a disaster to overdo it. -Xin Qiji's "Qinyuanchun"
In the evening, Western jackdaw was sad, and Liutang was green but gentle. If it is not for the moment to personally encounter the bitterness of grief, there will not believe that there will be a sad life in the world. The intestine is broken, and the tears are hard to collect.