— Luo Yin Do not complain of golden cage and wings cut short; The southern land is far warmer than the northwest. Don’t clearly speak if you listen to my exhort; You will offend if clearly your complaint’s expressed.
— Tang Yanqian Flirting with vernal breeze, the willow sways so tender. Who in the world can vie with it but the waist slender? It is planted at random by the riverside. How many maids fond of its leaves of hunger died?