The willow floor dances low and the peach blossom fan sings at the bottom.

Tu Xiang doesn't cherish Lian's step, and he is worried about going to Ling Bo with socks. I saw the dance in the air without a trace.

Stealing through the palace is as stable as Mount Tai and as sleepy as Mount Tai. It's hard to say exquisite, but it must be seen from the palm of your hand.

-Su Dongpo's Bodhisattva Man