Author: Li Yu (No.Li Weng) in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties.

Heaven is to the earth, rain is to the wind, and the mainland is to the sky. Mountain flowers are to the sea tree, and the sun is to the sky.

The thunder was foggy, and the rain was against the thunder. The autumn wind is high and the moon is white.

Black dialogue, green to red, sun to sky. Willow trees along the Yi River, pine trees beside gloomy streams.

Qing Summer Palace, Guanghan Palace, cool breeze and bright moon. Morning glow to morning dew, colorful clouds to Changhong.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, Cooper and pine. Talent is a beauty, and a woodcutter is a fisherman.

Thin to thick, light to thick, dusk to morning bell. Camellia to chrysanthemums, cigarettes to clouds.

Jin Mudan, Jade Lotus, Clear Water to Qingfeng. If you count the bamboo of a gentleman, five trees can untie a doctor.

Complexity is simple, overlap is heavy, and butterflies are crazy bees. Civil servants and military commanders, whereabouts clues.

Odd binary, one to two, Yellow River to Yangtze River. Sun to the moon, Chang 'e to WU GANG.

Clouds turn to rain, fog turns to frost, and the vastness becomes wider. Play the piano and sing, dance and sing.

Cattle to horses, pigs to sheep, fat to the body. Cunning is honesty, and fierceness is kindness.

Lion versus tiger, jackal versus wolf, punishment versus reward. Drunk and dry, the sun and the moon grow in the pot.

Spring brings stones, withered branches, blowing bamboo and playing silk. Mountain pavilion to waterside pavilion, parrot to cormorant.

Pen is to ink, poetry is to fu, and swordsman is to pianist. The sunset glow is as bright as brocade, and the spring rain is as thin as silk.

Fight for rights, look at rights, think, and talk to the waist. Fairy wind is opposite to Taoist bone, and national color is opposite to fairy posture.

Sages belong to saints, right and wrong belong to right and wrong, and red and thin belong to green manure. The fish book is a goose, and the straw house is Chai Fei.

The cock crows and the dog barks, and the jade rabbit fights the silver turtle. Till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon drinks, rides horses and treads flowers.

Clumsy and smart, ugly and beautiful, pearls and jade. From quiet to noisy, from happiness to sadness.

Real and virtual, yes or no, addition and subtraction and multiplication and division. Green mountains versus green waters, three mountains versus five lakes.

Miluo River, Dongting Lake, Agate to Pearl. Looking up at the sky, the sun is approaching and the clouds are lonely.

The guest is against the Lord, the servant is against the slave, and the golden plate is against the jade pot. Three spring flowers blossom from bamboo leaves, and plum blossoms are in full bloom in Five Blessingg.

Brother to brother, son to father, Beiyue to West Lake. Huang San vs. Five Emperors, and the Western Han Dynasty vs. Soochow.

Dragon to phoenix, dog to phoenix, swallow to warbler. Waist as thin as a willow, soft as a pole.

South to north, high to low, Lu 'an to Taoxi. Yan dance is a good time, not a new century.

Vietnam is allied with Zhao and Chu, while Saibei is allied with Kansai. Years add poetry, and spring breeze adds painting.

Diligence and frugality, cleverness and meekness, meanness and generosity. The stormy waves are rough, and the mountains and rivers are against the lakes and seas.

Door to door, lane to street, clear. So, the New Year is over tonight, and the New Year will come tomorrow.

Cry and laugh, be happy and sad, and have almond eyes and peach cheeks. The wind is clear for the moon and the land is wide for the sky.

Face to face, prosperity and decline, happiness and sorrow. The breeze turns to drizzle, and the fog turns to clouds.

Soldiers against soldiers, will be against generals, station troops against camps, suffer against hardships, and lose in pairs.

Win and lose, buy and sell, save and borrow. Stocks versus futures, wholesale versus retail.

Skin and hair, armor and scales, wealth and poverty. At the end of one's tether, one has a bright future.

Officer to soldier, army to people, father and son to monarch and minister. Money is like dirt, and righteousness is worth a thousand dollars.

Worry is fun, sorrow is fun, and Zen is Buddhist scriptures. Spring sowing is good for autumn harvest, and sowing is good for cultivation.

Merit belongs to honor, laziness to diligence, and long rain to sunny. The sunset glow breaks outside, and the crescent moon is brighter than water.

Song to Song, Xiao to Yin, past to present. A man knows his companion in a long journey and an inn.

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