— Du Mu The foe shoot arrows on frontier in autumn day; The startled grieved wild geese disperse and fly away. The statue sees their shadows pass beneath the moon bright; The lonely palace hears their cries in candlelight. You know the foe would run their horses therefore long. Could you go back one…
— Qian Qi Why won’t you stay on Southern River any more? Why leave its water clear, sand bright and mossy shore? You cannot bear the grief revealed in the moonlight By the Princess’ twenty-five strings, so you take flight.