A poem containing nine and ten.

After a farewell, the two places are still up in the air, only in March and April, but who knows five or six years. The lyre has no intention to play, the eight lines have no biography, the nine-song chain has never been interrupted, and the Shili Pavilion wants to wear it. one hundred

Poetry about snow

Zheng Qing Banqiao

One, two, three or four, five, six, seven or eight.

Nine dollars, ten dollars, eleven dollars, flying into the reed flowers, all gone.

Two poems by Li Yuandiao.

Li Qingyuan's original tune

( 1)

Joe's second child, Xiao Qiao, has three inches of golden lotus and four inches of waist.

I bought 567 packets of powder and dressed beautifully.

(2)

Month 19: 18, seven talented people, six idiots.

At four o'clock in the evening, the cock crows three times. In February, I sleep with a pillow.

Recite in the bosom of the mountain village

Song Shao Kangjie

At first glance, it is two or three miles away, and mist hangs over four or five families.

The pavilions are six or seven, and the flowers bloom in eighty or ninety.

Lang's poems of resentment

Han Zhuo Wenjun

After a farewell, lovesickness between the two places,

It's March and April, but who knows it will be five or six years later.

The lyre has no intention of playing, and the eight-part essay cannot be passed down.

Nine-ring chain breaks from it. Shiliting is anxious to see.

All kinds of grievances, all kinds of thoughts, all kinds of helplessness lead Lang.

I'm tired of having a thousand words to say.

Chongyang climbs to see the lonely geese, and the full moon in August is not round.

In July and a half, I burned incense and raised candles to ask the sky.

In the summer of June, everyone shook my heart.

In May, pomegranate flowers were like fire and were watered by cold water bath.

In April, loquat is horizontal, and my heart is puzzled by the mirror.

Peach blossoms flow downstream in March, and kites break strings in February.

Hey! Lang Lang, I really hope that you are a woman and I am a man in the next life.

A bright moon ying gan Kun

Wu mingcheng' en

There are no guests walking in the Shili Pavilion, and the sky is full of stars.

All ships in Bahe River are closed, and all seven thousand counties are closed.

Six palaces and five houses belong to the official slaughter, and the four seas and three rivers fish.

The bell rang on the second floor, and a bright moon filled Kun.

Poems in Notes on Returning to the Field

Liang Qing Zhang Ju

Living is an honor, dragged by two bamboo boards.

Thirty salaries and silver collars, four townships to protect the biography.

Fifty mouths to type, hexagonal documents to send,

Seventh grade entrance examination, eight-character yamen examination,

I'd be happy to borrow Jiupin makeup service.