"Before my bed, the moon is shining bright, I roll back the hanging, gaze at the moon, and long sigh in vain."

"I wake with the moon on my pillow—it’s frost, I suppose."

"Since Life is but a Dream, Why toil to no avail?"

"Flying waters descending straight three thousand feet, Till I think the Milky Way has tumbled from the ninth height of Heaven."

"The birds have vanished into the sky and now the last cloud drains away. We sit together the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains."