Poetry about success.

The Huaihe River has been fighting dust for many years, and the oil has changed from three to one. * * * You are too shy to meet people. -Yuan Zhen [to Li Xi]

For ten years, Master Liu was called Yu Lancheng. Everyone is competing to see it, and rhinoceros is happy to have a try today. There are thousands of new poems, and the beauty lies in clapping your hands and breaking the worm with stones. This scholar is hard to return, and his mouth is as yellow as soup. Recalling my youth, I played Jing Qing in the Ranger Cave. Make friends and vote for points, and your heart is swaying. My husband Fang Hao Jian and Xu Xiangcong are late. He is very generous. Wash your eyes and become famous, take Liaocheng with one arrow. -Mao Bing [Water Turn]

Festival, the ninth day of the Ming Dynasty. Cai Fang Xu Ling, * * * drank Xifeng wine. The lake is blue. Clouds break the waves and ripples wrinkle. The sky is boundless, jade is abrasive, and thousands of peaks are cold and thin. Stay for a long time, autumn is like washing, moonlight is like day. Back to the south of Chu and Xu Dong, it was smoky and Diao Dou was empty everywhere. Is Gong Shan healthy today? Fame, pay, pay to the old. White hair is bitter and deceitful, and it is still comparable to inserting, and yellow flowers are full of hair. Go home, Dongli, and find a bosom friend. -Zhao Yifu [Longshan Club]