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

"I’d rather drink a gallon of wine than read ten thousand books."

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

"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."

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