What are the poems about tigers?

The poems about tigers are as follows:

1. Listening to the mountains and talking about the two chapters of tiger fu. Time: Song, author: Li Tingrui.

the crops in the east village and the west village are like clouds, and they have failed to get yellow. The rat's teeth and finches' beaks are not counted, but thousands of people live in this wild place. Sitting on a frosty night in the field, knocking on the plow and hitting the pestle is heard. I am less sleepy at the fifth watch, and I work hard at the end of the year. Recently, tigers have arrived in Nanshan, and wild fears have been avoided. Therefore, a pillow can sleep peacefully, and dogs are always bitten. Alas, dogs can eat geometry, and the wild does the least harm.

2. The year of "Random Endless Ode to King Kong: Non-discrimination of Dharma and Body 26": Song Dynasty, author: Shi Yinsu.

if you come to miss Zhou, you will have endless romantic feelings. Fenggan rides a tiger, Weishan crosses a buffalo.

3. "One hundred and sixty Odes to Song" Year: Song, author: Shi Zong.

Today, in August, there are five times out of ten. If it weren't for Sakyamuni, let go of the long-pipe tiger.

4. Niannujiao Fangjing Temple of Two Gentlemen. Date: Qing Dynasty, author: Zheng Xie.

gan Kun's side, supported by generations of Hao Ying. The eternal dragon is immortal, and the seven orifices are more dry than the heart. Bamboo stick and linen, scarlet robe and white blade, plain and clumsy is hard. Confidence comes out, and I don't understand why. I also know that Ji Qi stinks, the cymbals are scattered and comfortable, and Yue Wei Shen Fu. He has broken down since the beginning, and the topic is not the same.

5. Year of Qin Yuanchun Shangshu: Song Dynasty, author: He Menggui.

in the year of Shangshu, it was the first time for me to enjoy myself. It is the word tiger in the forest, Weifeng in the literary field, auspicious among people, and strange in the world. Taishou Maichen is fifty years old, Zhongshupo is fifty-one years old, and he looks back on Africa in fifty-two years. Human affairs, and smile, drunk after gold.

grandma still remembers the year. I also used to worship the jade. Nianqing is lined with lotus leaves, the wedding dress is still there, the bronze diamond shadow, and the broken mirror is still left. Half a cold mat, one official bows, and creation should also play with children. Ask Heaven to see who plays me and who I play him.