What a joy it is to read, the green grass in front of the window is not weeded. ——Weng Sen's "The Joy of Reading in Four Seasons"

The joy of reading is endless, and the music of the Yao Qin soothes the wind. ——Weng Sen's "The Joy of Reading in Four Seasons"

The joy of reading is so overwhelming that the moon is bright and the frost is high in the sky. ——Weng Sen's "The Joy of Reading in Four Seasons"

Where to find the joy of reading? Count the plum blossoms in the heart of heaven and earth. ——Weng Sen's "The Joy of Reading in Four Seasons"

There is good taste in loose music, and ordinary people don't know it. Being drunk in the countryside is not about wine, and sitting in seclusion is not about chess. ——Zeng Ji's "Reading"