The poem about chess is very classic.

Ruan Langgui of Su Shi. early summer

Green locust, high willow, swallow and new cicada. The wind began to enter the strings. The blue screen window is full of smoke. The sound of chess scares the day and sleeps.

After a light rain, Xiao He turned over. Liu Hua is in full bloom. Jade basin hands understand the spring. Zhu Qiong is broken but round.

Zhao Shixiu's The Guest.

Mei Huang Shi, every family was flooded by rain, and the pond was covered with green grass and frogs. It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp.