The things remain, but people are gone; all things cease. I want to speak, but tears flow before words. — Li Qingzhao Flowers bloom and fall in their own time, relying entirely on the Master of the East. — Yan Rui The wisdom of the people is the source of a nation's strength and wealth. — Kang Youwei A lone wisp of smoke rises at the village edge; returning geese fly away to the edge of the sky. — Meng Haoran If the feet are cold, the heart is hurt; if the people are cold, the state is hurt. — Xun Yue, Han Dynasty Lingering in the light, cherishing my youthful face, at dusk I lean alone on the railing. — Li Yu The quiet night is deep, the floating light is hazy, the cold moonlight soaks in softly. — Qiu Chuji Everything has a bitter taste before it ripens. — Cyrus Seven or eight stars outside the sky, two or three drops of rain before the mountains. — Xin Qiji The clear river is flat with few banks; the secluded trees have many flowers in the evening. — Du Fu Alone in a foreign land, I am a stranger to all; on every festive occasion, my longing for home doubles. — Wang Wei Strand by strand of willow, strand by strand of rain. Spring lies in the misty haze. — Jiang Jie Spring comes and autumn goes, longing remains; autumn goes and spring comes, news is rare. — Yu Xuanji Climbing high to send off the gaze, it is late autumn in the old country, the weather just turning cool. — Wang Anshi Endurance is painful, but its fruit is sweet. — Rousseau
