Four characters, five characters, six characters, seven characters, eight characters, nine characters and a cross are all ancient poems starting with these six words.

Voices are ringing in all directions, and in thousands of accounts, the long smoke and the sunset are closed. -Fan Zhongyan's The Pride of the Fisherman

There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death. ..... Li Shen, "farmer"

The mountains in May are still full of snow, only cold, and the grass can't see the grass. ..... Li Bai, "Stuffed Six Songs"

Fifty strings ring beyond the Great Wall, and soldiers are stationed in the battlefield in autumn. -Xin Qiji's "Broken Array"

The cultural relics of the Six Dynasties were even empty, and the sky was light and the clouds were idle. Birds go to the mountains, and people sing and cry.

In late autumn, a thousand rains fall on the curtain, and the balcony plays the flute at sunset.

Disappointed, I watch Fan Li every day, and there are five lakes in the East. -Du Mu

Living in June, military vehicles are uniforms.

Kong Chi, I'm in a hurry. Your Majesty went out to rectify the kingdom. -The Book of Songs

Seven or eight stars in the horizon, two or three rain in front of the mountain-Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon

On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.

I want to be a lovebird in heaven and grow up together on the earth, two branches on a tree ...-Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow.

Seventy years old is rare.

The night before the lotus was wet,

When the wind of cassia twig is on the mountain.

How to eliminate it, you must drink more and recite more poems.

Don't bear the snow by the bamboo side alone.

Don't be lonely at the moon.

I've been fooling around. I'm stupid.

No one asked the reason for planting flowers.

I only know the smell of flowers.

Laugh in the mountains, the clouds get up early, and the birds return late. -Xin Qiji's tallest building

The autumn water rises and almost blends with the shore, mixing water and sky with the sky. Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang. I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age. Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.

-Meng Haoran, "Prime Minister Zhang of Dongting"

. . . . Okay, that's enough,