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

"Lazily waving my white-feathered fan, Baring my chest in the green of the glen."

"What place under heaven most hurts the heart? Laolao Ting, for seeing visitors off. The spring wind knows how bitter it is to part, The willow twig will never again be green."

"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."

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