Desolate courtyard, with slanted wind and fine rain, the heavy gates must be closed. — Li Qingzhao, "Nian Nu Jiao · Spring Sentiment"
A lonely shadow pities the long night; a long night pities the lonely shadow. — Su Shi, "Pu Sa Man · Palindrome of Summer Solitude"
A branch leans outside the bamboo; thinking of the fair lady, the day is cold and the sun is setting. — Cao Xu, "Mo Shan Xi · Plum Blossoms"
How many sorrows can one have, like a spring river flowing east? — Li Yu, "Yu Mei Ren · When Will the Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon End?"
Entering the door of my longing, knowing the bitterness of my longing; longings that endure and memories that last, short longings that are infinite. — Li Bai, "Three-Five-Seven Words"
The brocade zither has fifty strings for no reason; each string and each pillar recalls the golden years. — Li Shangyin, "Jin Se"
How many flowers wither before they bloom, how many sentences return the soul of the cuckoo. — Anonymous, "Azalea"
Willow branches are light and soft, pear blossoms are fine and soft. — Lu You, "Wind and Rain on the 28th of October"
Smilingly picking up a lotus to walk with the passerby, a pure heart meets the spring green. — Jiang Kui, "Ta Sha Xing"
Lotus beads adorn the flowers, like sweat condensing on makeup. — Yan Xuan, "Lin Jiang Xian"
Rain stops, lotus withers, dragons play in the water, the rise and fall of an empire. — Nalan Xingde, "Lotus Flower"
Clear wind and flowing water on the bank, withered orchids resting on the shore without dust. — Liu Yuxi, "Zhu Zhi Ci"
The lotus is so lovely it seems to want to speak, distressing those on the boat. — Li Bai, "Ancient Style · Thirty-Eight Lotus Flowers"
The bell and tripod ponds, the waters of Dragon Pool, the new bath in Dongting. — Li Bai, "Five Poems on Dongting Lake"
Most love the journey east of the lake, the white sand embankment in the shade of green willows. — Bai Juyi, "Spring Trip to Qian Tang Lake"