A thousand miles of solitary graves, where there is no desolation.
It's like not meeting at the beginning.
The grass is merciless, even outside the setting sun.
I still like you very much, like the flying flowers in Dongyue, the beautiful sound of the zither leaves the old city, and the pure heart hangs on the jade.
Drink a thousand feet of the moon, the silent night becomes Acacia, and it is hard to wave a clear strand of silk.
If the flower is piteous, it falls at whose fingertips.
To govern the world with great virtue, not with petty benefits.
It is better to have no books than to believe all books.
A lotus flower, once opened, is still full.
The river is leisurely, and the small ferry outside the city.