Ancient poems about numbers

Representative digital poems:

After the farewell, the two places hung together.

They all say March and April, but who knows five or six years.

The lyre has no intention to play, and the eight-character book can't be passed down.

The nine-ring chain has never been interrupted, and the Shili Pavilion is in a hurry!

A hundred ideas, a thousand ideas. Despair, strange lang.

A thousand words can't be finished, and you are bored.

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

In July and a half, burning incense and holding candles to ask heaven,

In the dog days of June, everyone shakes my heart.

Pomegranate is like fire in May, but it is watered by cold rain.

April loquat is not yellow, I look in the mirror, am utterly confused.

In a hurry, the peach blossoms turn with the water in March;

After falling again and again, the kite string was broken in February.

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

Dry dragon flying snow

One by one, two, three, four or five.

Six dollars, seven dollars, and eight or nine dollars are all missing when flying into the reed flower.

The order of falling geese in Yuan Dynasty and the victory of Anonymous

One year old, day after day, autumn after autumn, one generation urges another. Meeting and parting, we have happiness and sadness. Lying on the sofa, dreaming all my life. Find a group of acquaintances, meet for a while, play for a while, and sing for a while.

Mr. Huang Kan's 1,234,567,891 million half-doubles;

A post is red and strong, with the shadow of Bixi, and the willows in the west six miles of thousands of feet. Swallows with two nests are difficult to learn, and half pillows often hate chickens for five nights.

Nine days of physical and mental dreams, thousands of clouds and waters all around. Ten out of ten, 70% to 80% is a virtual image, and three spring wins two tears.

There is a saying in Pipa and White Star Juyi: "She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians." Peacock flies southeast: "Thirteen can weave, fourteen can learn to cut clothes." Farewell to Du Muyou: "More than thirteen pieces of cardamom curled up, and cardamom ended in early February. It is better to roll up the bead curtain when the spring breeze is ten miles along Yangzhou Road. " Liu: "Wu Hui is romantic. The population is good, the mountains are high and the water is long. Yao Tai Feng Jue, according to about Pengqiu. A thousand wells are rich, and thirteen States are pressing. Touch the blue enamel painting, red pink Zhu Lou. " Gong Zizhen: "One hundred and eighty Xixi bells, thirteen Xixi bonuses. Whether it is kindness or resentment, the soul is hazy in the Ji Ji Ji Ji. "

Wang Anshi

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Mao Yan is often cleaned without moss, and flowers and trees are planted by hand.

One water protects the field and surrounds the green, and two mountains send green.

Night Tour of Xijiang River in Huangsha Road (Southern Song Dynasty) Xin Qiji

Don't be surprised at the bright moon,

At midnight, the breeze blew cicadas.

Daohuaxiang said harvest,

Listen to the frogs.

There are seven or eight stars in the sky.

Before it rains at two or three o'clock.

In the past, beside the forest in Maodian community,

This road turns to the creek bridge.

Quatrain

Du Fu

Two orioles sing green willows,

A line of egrets rose into the sky.

Autumn snow in Xiling, in front of the window,

Mambo Wu Dong Wan Li Ship.

A gift from stone.

Lotus didn't shelter from the rain,

Chrysanthemums and Ao Shuang's branches.

Good years must be remembered,

When it is orange, orange and green.

Calcined lime

Yu Qian

Only after tens of millions of blows can it be extracted from the mountains.

It regards the burning of blazing fire as a common thing.

I'm not afraid of being smashed to pieces.

Keep clean in this world.

Spring is better than the sun to find incense. bright red

Win the day to find the fragrance of Surabaya,

The boundless scene is new for a while.

Know the east wind when you are free,

Colorful is always spring.

Ji hai's miscellaneous poems

(Qing) Gong Zizhen

Kyushu is furious.

It's a pity that maxima are trying to find out.

Suggest that the gods stand up again,

Don't stick to a model and leave behind talents.

Show children

(Song) Lu You

When you die, everything is empty,

But I'm sad to see Kyushu.

Julian Waghann Beiding Zhongyuan Day,

Family sacrifices don't forget to tell.

The hymn of Twilight River

(Tang) Bai Juyi

The sun sets,

Half the river rustles and half the river is red.

Poor night of September 3rd,

Dewdrops are like pearls, and the moon is like a bow.

Langtaosha

(Tang) Liu Yuxi

Jiuqu Yellow River and Wan Li Sand,

Waves and winds swept from the horizon.

Now go straight to the galaxy,

Go to Penny and Weaver's house.

Wanglushan Waterfall

(Tang) Li Bai

Rizhao incense burner produces purple smoke,

Looking at the waterfall hanging in Qianchuan,

Flying down from 3,000 feet,

It's been nine days since I suspected that the Milky Way had set.

Gu lang yue hang

(Tang) Li Bai

I didn't know the moon when I was young.

Call it a white jade plate.

I also doubt Yao Taijing,

Fly in the blue sky

Immortals hang their feet,

Gui Shu and Tuan Tuan.

The white rabbit broke the medicine,

Who will you have dinner with?

Toads cover the shadows,

Daming Night has been banned.

In the past, it has dropped to nine.

Heaven and man are distinct, and they live in peace.

The yin essence is confused,

Turn to the point of view.

The moon has been lost, and there is nothing to see except to walk away.

Worry, how can I bear the pain, sadness breaks my heart.

Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong.

Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong.

Author: Wang Wei

I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.

When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

Year: Tang Dynasty

Author: Xu Xuan

Title: Valentine's Day in China in the Post.

Content:

At the beginning of the Qixi rain, pedestrians are remembering home. Look at the river in the river, and fold the lotus in the water pavilion.

Sitting alone is uncomfortable, and the moon is easy to lean on. This year, if you are not smart, you will become clumsy.

Year: Tang Dynasty

Author: Quan Deyu

Title: Qixi Festival

Content:

Crossing the magpie bridge in the clouds today should not be in the same strain, but a distance.

The family members excitedly opened the cosmetic mirror and put a needle through Yue Bai's toilet.

Time: Tang and Five Dynasties

Author: Li Shangyin

Works: Ma Wei

Content:

In vain, I heard the legend that overseas Kyushu, the afterlife is unpredictable, and this life will not stop.

When they heard the guards guarding them, they fought swords at night, and there were no more chickens in the palace.

The Sixth Army has agreed that they will all be stationed in Malaysia. On the old Qixi Festival, we also laughed at the Weaver Girl.

How did I spend the fourth period? I was an emperor, but not a son-in-law. I was with Mochow at night.

Wu Cheng'en, a writer in the Ming Dynasty, wrote a poem about night scenes, which has a wide artistic conception:

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

Eight rivers seal ships and seven thousand counties seal them.

Six palaces and five houses belong to the official residence, and the four seas and three rivers go fishing.

Two rotten tower bells are ringing and a bright moon is full of Kun.

2. Ode to Beauty (Qing. Li)

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

I bought 567 packs of powder and dressed up beautifully.

3。 Sing the moon (Qing). Li Diaoyuan)

On the 19th, the moon was full at 8: 00, and it was only seven to six.

At four o'clock, the cock crows three times, and in February, it is a pillow.

4。 Yong Xue (Qing. Zheng Banqiao)

One, two, three or four, five, six, seven, eight and ninety,

Thousands of countless pieces of debris always disappear when they fly into the reed flowers.

This is a poem about snow written by Zheng Banqiao, one of the eight eccentrics in Yangzhou. Snow and reed flowers, the whole earth is white.

5。 Yong Yuzhou (Qing Ji Xiaolan)

One pole, one paddle, one fishing boat, one ferryman and one hook.

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

Zhuo Wenjun: Sima Xiangru's wife.

Representative digital poems:

After the farewell, the two places hung together.

They all say March and April, but who knows five or six years.

The lyre has no intention to play, and the eight-character book can't be passed down.

The nine-ring chain has never been interrupted, and the Shili Pavilion is in a hurry!

A hundred ideas, a thousand ideas. Despair, strange lang.

A thousand words can't be finished, and you are bored.

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

In July and a half, burning incense and holding candles to ask heaven,

In the dog days of June, everyone shakes my heart.

Pomegranate is like fire in May, but it is watered by cold rain.

April loquat is not yellow, I look in the mirror, am utterly confused.

In a hurry, the peach blossoms turn with the water in March;

After falling again and again, the kite string was broken in February.

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

I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth.

In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed.

But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.

After all, the scenery of the West Lake in mid-June is different from that at four o'clock.

Zhuo Wenjun: Sima Xiangru's wife.

Representative digital poems:

After the farewell, the two places hung together.

They all say March and April, but who knows five or six years.

The lyre has no intention to play, and the eight-character book can't be passed down.

The nine-ring chain has never been interrupted, and the Shili Pavilion is in a hurry!

A hundred ideas, a thousand ideas. Despair, strange lang.

A thousand words can't be finished, and you are bored.

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

In July and a half, burning incense and holding candles to ask heaven,

In the dog days of June, everyone shakes my heart.

Pomegranate is like fire in May, but it is watered by cold rain.

April loquat is not yellow, I look in the mirror, am utterly confused.

In a hurry, the peach blossoms turn with the water in March;

After falling again and again, the kite string was broken in February.

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

I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth.

In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed.

But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.

After all, the scenery of the West Lake in mid-June is different from that at four o'clock.