The breeze blows gently and the water can't reach the surface.

Only the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains.

The moon rises from Dongshan and wanders between bullfights.

Do you know my husband's water and the moon? The deceased is like this, but he has never been there; If you are full of emptiness, the dead will not ebb and flow.

Drive a boat and lift a bottle to each other; It's a drop in the ocean to send a mayfly into the earth.

Feng Xu, as vast as the headwind, doesn't know where its end is; Fluttering like independence, feathering into immortality.

The famous sentence in Fu Bi in Houchi-

The river is noisy, and the shore breaks thousands of feet;

The mountain is high and the moon is small, and the truth comes out.

Once the sun and the moon were geometric, but the mountains and rivers could no longer be recognized.

The mountain sounds like valleys, and the wind rises and the water surges.