"Green hills above the northern wall, White water winding east of the city. On this spot our single act of parting, The lonely tumbleweed journeys ten thousand li."

"The moon follows me like an old friend."

"I dreamt I wandered to the moon—it was cold and wet."

"I climb up high and look on the four seas, Heaven and earth spreading out so far. Frost blankets all the stuff of autumn, The wind blows with the great desert's cold."

"The earth is the cup of the river, and heaven the moon’s mirror."