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Night with flowing water on a small bridge (anonymous)

One mountain, one water and one small bridge, a bright moon shines loose. Although the fate is broken, Kun is as happy as ever.

Fishing map of Qiujiang River (anonymous)

A boat, a pole and a hook. A clap of water is like a song, and a bird catches Qiu Jiang alone.

Reunion (Liushahe)

A gust of wind knocked at the door and the name changed. Some hesitate, some are stupid, some shake hands, some are crazy.

One to two or three miles, four to five fireworks. Six geese, seven ducks and eighty or ninety flowers.

Yi Shunding, a Qing man, sat alone in Tiantongshan moonlit night.

There is no dust in the green hills and no clouds in the blue sky.

The only moon in the sky, the only person in the mountain.

Tang Bohu's poem "Mountaineering"

Up, up, up the hill.

Looking up at the red sun and white clouds, you can see them everywhere.

Ancient ballads of Tang Dynasty poet Wang Jian

There is water in the east and west, and the roads leading to the horizon are scattered together.

As soon as you leave, the guests will knock down the trees in the pool.

A Qing Wang Shizhen's "The Single Fishing Map of the Qiujiang River"

A boat with a hat, a silk and an inch-long hook.

Singing and drinking wine, fishing a river alone.

Ji Xiaolan's Seven-character quatrain "Monologue Poetry"

A pole, an oar, a fishing boat, a ferryman and a hook,

A clap and a smile, one person monopolizes one river and one autumn.

Chen Ling's monologue poems in Qing Dynasty;

A sail, an oar, a boat, a fisherman and a hook.

A bow and a smile, a bright moon and an autumn.

"One-word Poetry" of Diaoyutai in Laoshan, Qingdao

A stick, a hat, a beard, a foot and an inch hook.

One mountain, one water and one bright moon, one person catches a sea and one autumn alone.

A poem by He, a talented woman in Qing Dynasty

A flower, a willow, a fish, a bird flying in the sunset.

One mountain, one water, one temple, one forest, one yellow leaf and one monk return.

The wild goose fell behind and took away the winning order (Yuan Song "bad karma")

One year old, every day is not a day. Autumn after autumn, one generation urges another. When we get together and leave, we will be miserable and sad. Lie on the sofa and spend your life in a dream. Find an acquaintance, he will, and so will we. Everyone generally knows each other, playing once and singing once.

Four beauties in a poem

Xishi

With a smile and a sincere heart, a country was abandoned in an instant.

A boat with oars is a lifelong companion, and a lake of smoke will come back one day.

Wang zhaojun

A car, a horse and dust all the way, an autumn sound and a wisp of soul.

Singing and complaining, January shines on a mound.

Diao Chan

One meter, one offering, one chain, once ups and downs, a sigh.

A pen, a piece of paper, an inkstone, a romance novel and a book.

Yang Yuhuan

One happiness, one worry, one relative, one lychee and one tear.

In a poem and a dream, once you wake up, you are drunk.

A weeping willow, a boat, a yellow leaf forest and an autumn forest.

A lake with clear water and a mirror, a bright moon and homesickness.

A family with a full mouth will have famine and famine every year.

A bowl of hot soup is cold, a handful of tears and a handful of sores.

One side is water and soil, the other side is cool in winter and spring in one season.

It's getting better every year. One place is salt water, and the other is gold.

An autumn wind is a bit sad, and a snowflake is a bit sad.

A plate of jiaozi, a bowl of soup, warms people's hearts once.

One mountain, one water and one hook, one day is idle and one day is sad.

A sail and an oar cross the passengers, and a bright moon returns to the ship.

The mountain has a temple, and the clock has a cover.

A monk is reading a Bible, and a wooden fish is knocking at the door.

A season of autumn rain, full of red mountains, a yellow flower floating Peng,

A lifetime of love is a cold night, and a dream is empty!

A piece of paper, a lamp, a cold rain and a gust of wind.

A ray of lovesickness and a line of tears, a lonely rainbow in Wang Yang.

A lyre, a pavilion, a frosty snow mountain and a night wind.

A roll of old books, a little residual ink, a pot of muddy wine, a solitary lamp.

A bend in Leng Yue, a clear shadow, a cold plum and a brocade Zheng.

Xiao huifan is a lonely guest, and the lonely geese float.

A Wang Yang, a lonely rainbow, a stormy mountain, a little affection,

A window with dreams and shadows, a room with lonely tears.

A fan with a handle, a firefly, a new book and a cup of fragrant tea.

One night, the flute leaks, and one side is the duckweed in the secluded pond.

An autumn wind and a yellow mountain, a falling flower and a night of frost.

An inkstone, a pen, a cavity full of blood and a cold lamp.

A sunset, a glass of Yun Fan, a glass of iced wine and a piece of writing paper.

A crow crowed a broken dream, and I spent China New Year in sadness.

One mountain, one water, one cloud, one boat, one Lanting and one Sha Ou.

A line of geese return to Liuan, and one person sings a mountain and autumn alone.

The moon leans on the small building, and the dream curtain is full of tears.

One screen, one key, one glass of wine, one sentence and one sentence.

One mountain, one temple, one old monk, one inkstone, one tea and one solitary lamp.

One devotes himself to Buddhism and seeks new enlightenment, and one is alone in the scriptures.

A piece of white clouds, a boat with a leaf, and a lonely bridge bend.

A beautiful woman's eyes rest, a flute willow and a river fall.

One mountain, one water, one world, one day, one mind.

A flower, a grass and a tree, a dream of spring, a rain, a fog and a gust of wind.

Love and hate, kindness and resentment.

Leave a smile when entering and leaving, and take your time when entering and leaving.

Every January flies, a light, a shadow and a rush.

A song, a word, a song, a joy, a sadness and a song.

One bead, one curse, one Buddha and one enlightenment of Yi Chan.

One thing, one thing, one stomach, nothing.

Zheng Banqiao's Snow Poems.

One, two, three or four, five, six, seven or eight. Nine pieces, ten pieces and eleven pieces flew into the reed flowers and all disappeared.

Xu Wenchang, a talented man in cloth in Ming Dynasty

Living is an honor. Two bamboo boards dragged it, thirty silver collars, four villages and places spread it, and fifty mouths beat it.

I am very happy that the hexagonal document was issued, I passed the CET-7, the eight-character yamen was opened and the Grade-9 was borrowed.

A good word, second-class talent, three catties of alcohol, improper clothes in four seasons, five words without regret,

I don't put out six Kunqu operas, I don't think it's too late to write seven crooked poems, I don't cook eight horses, I don't choose nine titles. That's great.

Yahoo Blog "Suggest the World"

Two or three meals a day, four or five meals apart. Six, seven, eight full, live to 900. If you work hard, you will eat billions of dollars.

Nine times out of ten, you are poor. There were few in ancient times, and the May 4th Movement is now that year. Half-hearted people accomplish nothing.

Instructions on returning to the site

There are three people in one township, and Li Li * * * doesn't know the four books, five classics and six meanings. How dare you teach 789 children?

Ten rooms and nine poverty, eight hundred and twenty-seven dollars and sixty-five cents, still half-hearted, first-class!

Ji Xiaolan with iron teeth and copper teeth

The first part: Wanshui in Qian Shan, Jiangnan.

Bottom line: Saibei, one day, one place, one saint.

Poetry about the hunger and cold life of middle school teachers in Chongqing, Sichuan before liberation;

A cheap cloth, two sleeves of chalk dust, not enough for three meals, frowning all the year round, getting up at five o'clock,

Six halls want you to blow, seven days a week, around a few times in all directions, nine days without pay, ten families cut off their supply.

Baidi City was released in advance.

Early in the morning, I bid farewell to Jiangling City in Yunxiao, AG, thousands of miles away, and the ship sailed for a day. Apes on both sides of the strait are everywhere, and they are still crying unconsciously in their ears. The canoe has already passed the heavy green hills.

Jiang Xue's quatrains.

"Two orioles are singing on the green willows, and a row of egrets are soaring into the sky." My window frames the snowy scenery of the Western Hills. My door often says "goodbye" to eastbound ships.

Mongolian poetry

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.

Sing a cock crow

The rooster crows and pouts, and the rooster crows and pouts. Three calls called out the Fusang sky, sweeping away the remnant star Xiao Yue.

A poem entitled "Birds Return to their Nest"

Born one after another, three four five six seven eight. There are so many birds in the phoenix that it pecks at thousands of stones in the world.

Still photos of the moonlit night

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 7,000 counties are closed. Six palaces and five courtyards belong to the official residence, and the four seas and three rivers fish together. The bells and drums are ringing at the top of two mountains, and a bright moon is full of Kun.

Poems about snow:

One, two, three or four, five, six, seven, eight and ninety tablets. Thousands of pieces of countless pieces will always disappear when they fly into the reed flower.

Describe an honest official

Clean, remain uncorrupted; Think twice before you act, and all parties will praise you; All over the country,

Six gods are calm; Seven emotions are safety and eight-way style; Jiuquan has a clear conscience, which is commendable.

Describe a slave

One is a slave, two are drooping; The triangular eyes are sparkling and charming all around; The facial features are not correct,

Six gods penetrate Yin Qi; Seven-inch neck, eight or two small heads; Nine yellow beards, very inhuman.

Gambler's pain

I was bent on winning money, my eyes were red, my meals were tasteless, my limbs were weak, and five jobs were abandoned.

My six relatives denied it, and I was so angry that I borrowed money from all directions and got stuck in the mire for nine years (for a long time). 100% disaster.

Describe bureaucracy:

Silent, two eyes without light; No food for three meals, weakness of limbs; The facial features are incorrect,

Six parents are helpless; I don't know anything about it, I'm awesome; Sitting for a long time is useless.

Portrait of corrupt officials

Two purposes, two sides and three knives; Three heads and six arms, besieged on all sides; Bend over,

Six parents only recognize; Up and down, exquisite all around; You can't escape it, it's outrageous.

Extended reading

The Legend of Sima Xiangru and Zhuo Wenjun

In the Western Han Dynasty, Sima Xiangru, a talented scholar in Shu, eloped with Zhuo Wenjun on a starry night, and Sima Xiangru married Zhuo Wenjun, which became a much-told story. In order to make a living, Sima Xiangru went to Chang 'an to look for a job. After becoming an official, he felt that he was worth a hundred times, so he began to think about divorcing his wife. So he wrote a letter to Zhuo Wenjun, which read:

1234567890 million;

Thousands, 98765432 1.

Zhuo Wenjun is a famous talented woman. When she opened the letter, she saw that thirteen numbers were written in sequence and thirteen numbers were written backwards, but the arranged numbers were not "billion" and "meaning". Zhuo Wenjun suddenly understood the meaning of her husband being abandoned. So, without thinking, she wrote such a song "Wen Jun hatred" by digital poetry:

After saying goodbye, I miss each other,

Let's say March or April, who knows five or six years.

The lyre has no intention of playing, and the eight-line book can't be passed down.

The nine-ring chain is interrupted, and the ten-mile pavilion looks through.

I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out, so I have no choice but to blame Lang.

A thousand words can't be finished. You are bored.

Chongyang climbed the mountain to see the lonely geese, and the full moon in August was not round.

In July, I burn incense and raise candles to ask the sky, and in the dog days of June, everyone shakes my heart.

In May, pomegranate was like fire, but it was watered by cold rain. April loquat is not yellow, and I want to be confused by the mirror.

In a hurry, the peach blossoms floated with the water in March, and the kite string was broken in February.

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

Digital poetry of Zhuo Wenjun ingeniously embedded the numbers 10000- 10000 13 from small to large, and then from large to small. It is full of sadness and sadness, expressing a woman's complex feelings of love and hate for the right person. It has been told by people through the ages and has become a classic in love poems! After reading the letter, Sima Xiangru felt even more ashamed and regretful. Deeply moved by Zhuo Wenjun's intelligence and pure love, he leaped high with his horse to welcome Zhuo Wenjun to Chang 'an. From then on, put an end to dogs and horses, study hard, and finally become a generation of ci fu everyone.