Whose house is sparse with low willows, and at what time the fireflies are shining brightly, and I am stained with lovesickness, awakening my beauty, and looking back to the east wind, my clothes are full of tears. -Fu Xuexun
When will the dust be dyed? Jianghu Yeyu only laughed and talked. Leaning on a tall building, the wine is cold and the wine is cold. Looking at the lamplight, the green peaks are in chaos. -Qiu Yanhe
Guiding the mountains and rivers, galloping thousands of miles to test the world. -Su Qianyao
(prose short story, mainly about love)