Ouyang Xiu's famous sayings are as follows:

1. There is love and infatuation in life, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.

2. A gentleman is a friend of a gentleman who has the same ideals, and a villain is a friend of a villain who has the same interests.

3. Sauvignon Blanc apples fill the stream, and willows line the embankment, sending passers-by to the west of the stream, and the moon is low when they return. The smoke is falling, the wind is miserable, I lean heavily on the red door and listen to the horses neighing, and the cold gulls fly relative to each other.

4. Qiang Guan does not need to complain. No bowel is a new sound.

5. Die Lianhua, who said leisurely love has been abandoned for a long time, every spring comes, the melancholy is still the same. I often get sick and drink in front of flowers every day, and my beautiful face looks thin in the mirror. There are willows on the Qingwu embankment by the river, asking for new worries, why do they happen every year? The wind on the independent bridge fills the sleeves, and the new moon people in the flat forest return.

6. When the bell of the painting tower moves, you will stop singing, and the past will leave no trace. Gathering and dispersing in a hurry. Today I am entertaining a few guests.

7. Xianzi is on the right path when he is young, and he has a beginning and the sun rises at the beginning.

8. Ten years ago I was a guest, the moon was white and the wind was clear. Anxiety fades away, and aging is astonishingly fast. Although the beauty on the temples has changed her mind, I will try the golden cup. Listening to the old music again, it still sounds like the sound of being drunk.

9. When Ruan Lang returned to Nanyuan for an outing in the middle of spring, the wind was gentle and he could hear horses neighing, green plums were like beans and willows were like eyebrows, and butterflies were flying as the day progressed. The dew is heavy, the grass smoke is low, the curtains of the houses are hanging down, the swings are sleepy and undressed, and the two swallows are perched on the painted beams.

10. Who says leisure is abandoned for a long time? Every time spring comes, the melancholy remains the same. I often get sick and drink in front of flowers every day, and my beautiful face looks thin in the mirror. The setting sun shines brightly on the West Lake, Huawu is beautiful, the waves are flat for ten hectares, and there is no boat crossing the wild shore. The clouds are scattered in the southwest moon, the porch is cool, the lotus root is fragrant, and the wind on the water surface wakes me up.

11. Outside Linjiang Fairy Pond, it is raining on the Qinglei Pond, with the sound of raindrops breaking and the sound of broken lotuses. The west corner of the small building is broken by a bright rainbow, leaning against the railing, waiting for the moon to shine. Swallows fly to peek at the painted building, the jade hook hangs down the curtain, the cool waves are motionless, the mat is flat, the water is fine on the double pillow, and there is a fallen hairpin horizontally beside it.