Zhuo Wenjun:
After parting ways, the two places are inseparable.
They say it was March and April, but who knows five or six years?
There is no intention to play the lyre, and the eight-line script cannot be passed down.
Nine links are broken in the middle, and the gaze of the ten-mile long pavilion is about to penetrate!
A hundred thoughts, thousands of thoughts. I have no choice but to complain.< /p>
There are thousands of words to talk about, and I am bored by ten columns.
Chongjiu climbs up to see the geese, the moon is full in the Mid-Autumn Festival in August and the people are not round.
Half of July , burning incense and holding candles to ask the sky,
In the dog days of June, everyone shakes fans and I feel chilled.
In May, pomegranates are like fire, but they encounter bursts of cold rain watering the flowers.
In April, when the loquats are not yet yellow, I look at the mirror and my heart is in confusion.
In a hurry, the peach blossoms in March are turning with the water;
In February, the kite strings are floating in the air. The child is broken,
I wish that in the next life, you will be a girl and I will be a boy.
Emperor Qianlong's "Flying Snow"
One piece after another, two pieces Three pieces, four or five pieces.
Six pieces, seven pieces, eighty-nine pieces, flying into the reed flowers are gone.
Mr. Huang Kan's "One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Hundred" "Ten Thousands and Half Two Liangs":
A foot of red roses shades the blue stream, and a thousand feet of willow silk stretches to the west. It is difficult to learn from the two-nest swallows, and the half-pillow always hates the five-night chicken.
For nine days, the mind and body are full of dreams, and thousands of clouds and water are present on all sides. Seventy-eight times out of ten, it is an illusion, winning three springs and two tears.
One big Joe and two small Joes
Three-inch golden lotus and four-inch waist
I bought five or sixty-seven packs of powder
I am dressed up to be very pretty
I went two or three miles away
< p>Four or five houses with smoke in the kitchenSix or seven trees in front of the door
Eighty or ninety flowers
After saying goodbye, the two places missed each other,
< p>It was said to be March and April, but who knew it was five or six years ago?There was no intention to play the lyre, and no eight-line poem could be passed down.
The nine-link chain was broken from the middle, and the ten-mile long pavilion looked through.
With hundreds of thoughts and thousands of thoughts, I have no choice but to blame him.
Ten years of troubled times have raised the Marquis of Wen
Nine battles in the killing field have made him famous
< p>To intimidate no one from all sidesDong Zhuo was stationed in the Imperial Tower seven times
All the heroes came together to attack Ni Zhao
The princes came to the court together from all directions
Break the tiger prison in four days in this issue
There is no way to defeat the three heroes
It is hateful to be disloyal
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(Lü Bu died like Lao Sa)
There are thousands of words to express,
It is extremely difficult to be helpless,
Chongjiu Climbing high to see the wild geese,
The full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival in August has not yet been returned,
In the middle of July, people burn incense and ask the sky,
On June day, everyone shakes fans, and I am heartbroken ,
Pomegranates are as red as fire in May,
The cold rain sweeps away the flowers,
In April, loquats are as yellow as grass,
If I look in the mirror and my heart is confused,
The peach blossoms turn with the water in March,
The kite string breaks again in February,
Lang, Lang, I wish in this life,
You are my sister and I am my boy
One, two, three or four,
Five, six, seven, eight or ninety.
After eating all the royal millet,
How many phoenixes are there?
There are eight streams in front of the hundred-foot building, four Qiang flutes and six bridges to the west.
Passing a letter to see the wild geese in three springs, leaning on a pillow and listening to the chickens in the fifth night.
On the Chinese Valentine's Day, I met the cow girl meeting, and it took ten years to say that the case was complete.
Thousands of things Worrying in my heart, the yellow parrot crows to the guests in February.
One hall, two stoves,
Three or four people warmly entertain them,
Five dishes and six flavors,
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Seven or eight delicacies,
It is difficult to get drunk from nine cups,
Ten people come half-heartedly.
Nine times out of ten tables are full,
Eighty-seven guests from afar,
all kinds of colors,
four or three tables sharing a cup of wine,
two pairs of Make a fist, and go back together satisfied.
Under the window of ten years, the plum blossoms bloom after being frozen for nine years.
The husband is noble and the wife is glorious, the eight-character arrangement.
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The sixth palace announces that you have a pilgrimage, and the five-flowered imperial edict seals your non-division.
As for the four virtues, it is like yours. Three follower's vows are harmonious.
Two fingers announce the good news with a big mud gold cover, and fly with a soap cover.
A solitary boat, two merchants,
Three and four Five or six sailors,
Pull up the seven or eight-page hood,
It is still ten miles to go down to Jiujiang.
The Lun Wenxu of the Ming Dynasty was painted by Su Dongpo A poem inscribed with "The Picture of Birds Returning to their Nests"
One after another in the sky,
Three, four, five, six, seven or eight.
Phoenixes are so rare. How many,
Pecked away thousands of stones in the world.
Three people walking together are seventy rare,
Five trees with twenty-one plum blossoms,
The seven sons are reunited on the first half of the month,
If you divide one hundred and five, you will know.
Ten miles of luck, nine miles of incense,
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Although I have followed the old path for four or three years,
only two days are better than one year.
There are no guests in the ten-mile long pavilion,
Stars appear in the nine-level sky .
The boats on the Eight Rivers gathered in the harbor,
The seven thousand prefectures and counties were closed.
The six palaces and five mansions returned to the official residence,
The four seas and three rivers stop fishing.
The bells and drums of the two buildings are ringing,
A bright moon fills the universe.