Smell a poem

The flowers are full of wind, and the snow drifts all over the four mountains. How can it be converted into hundreds of billions, one plum blossom and one tree fragrance?

Wanbo Yueyang Song Ouyang Xiu

I smell the bells of Yueyang city, and I am rowing under the trees in Yueyang city. Look at the bright moon in Jiang Lai, with boundless clouds and water. In the middle of the night, Jiang Yue found Hui, and the water man song month returned; I haven't heard the sound for a long time, and the canoe flies away.

Su Shi was born in Song and Yue Dynasties in Xijiang.

When you hear the double phoenix belt, you'd better be alone. Ye Xiang knows who to burn with. Look at the water and smoke.

The clouds are green before the wind blows, and the jade face is drunk and red tide. Don't teach me to spend a miserable night. The moon and the beauty.