In "A Letter from Dongting Lake to Premier Zhang", Meng Haoran hopes that he can be used by the society, and he is ashamed of being born in peace and prosperity but living at home.

The autumn water rises and almost blends with the shore, mixing water and sky with the sky. In August, the Dongting Lake is boundless, and the water and sky are the same.

Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang. Yunmeng Erze is steaming, and the waves seem to shake Yangcheng, Lian Yue.

I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age. I want to cross the river, but I can't find a boat or paddle. It's really shameful to idle around in an enlightened age.

Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish. Sitting by the river watching others fish hard, you can only envy others for their success in fishing.