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

"I climb up high and look on the four seas, Heaven and earth spreading out so far. Frost blankets all the stuff of autumn, The wind blows with the great desert's cold."

"What place under heaven most hurts the heart? Laolao Ting, for seeing visitors off. The spring wind knows how bitter it is to part, The willow twig will never again be green."

"The earth is the cup of the river, and heaven the moon’s mirror."

"When I sing, the moon dances. When I dance, my shadow dances, too. We share life's joys when sober. Drunk, each goes a separate way. Constant friends, although we wander, we'll meet again in the Milky…"

"I dreamt I wandered to the moon—it was cold and wet."