1, the white clouds in autumn, as gentle as floc, are drifting away, and the dead leaves of Indus are falling in the autumn wind.

-Cao Wenxuan's "Grass House"

2. The breeze turns up the lotus leaves and blows the fragrance everywhere. A few lotus flowers that have not yet bloomed stand in the moonlight, standing upright in the dark like several huge brush pens.

-Cao Wenxuan's "Grass House"