Those tender ancient poems.

Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.

Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

Qing Yu and Yuan Xi.

Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji

One night, the east wind made up thousands of trees and flowers, blowing off the stars and rain.

BMW carved cars are full of incense.

Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night.

Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone.

Looking for him in the crowd, I suddenly turned around.

The man was there, in the dim light.