Li Bai — "I lift my goblet to melt away sorrow, but sorrow continues in sorrow."

"My white hair stretches thirty thousand feet—such is the length of my sorrow!"

"Beneath the blossoms with a pot of wine, No friends at hand, so I poured alone; I raised my cup to invite the moon, Turned to my shadow, and we became three."

"I wake with the moon on my pillow—it’s frost, I suppose."

"Green hills above the northern wall, White water winding east of the city. On this spot our single act of parting, The lonely tumbleweed journeys ten thousand li."

"Before my bed, the moon is shining bright, I roll back the hanging, gaze at the moon, and long sigh in vain."