Hangzhou:

Behind closed doors, the moon shot at the window and threw stones into the water.

The water had to, the sea changed below, and the mountains were not arrogant.

Half a dock is full of white clouds, and a pool of bright moon catches no trace.

Good birds choose friends, and water is full.

Pure land on earth needs loyalty and filial piety, and the heart lies in sages.

Happy, new friends, sad, parting.

Eat if you don't eat, and your spine is as proud as a stone. Righteous, rational and ruthless.

Luoyang city:

A grass shows a little, and each person has a sky.

Persuade people with your mouth for a while, but with books for a hundred years.

Father and son three-character guest, four people through the ages.

A grain of rice hides the world, and half a pot cooks Kun.

A pair of coldly looking at the world, full of blood to return friends.

Three ramshackle houses, a grumpy man.

Everything in the world is learned, and the cultivation of human feelings is an article.

Making friends should be chivalrous, and being a man should be simple.

An eternal article is a double-barreled pen, and a poem is elegant in four seasons.

If the sky is affectionate, if the sky is old, if the moon has no hate, it will always be round.

Scholars:

Will prove the punishment, three let the second.

Work and creation, a bad Jiangnan.

The brave man waved the cone vigorously and reported that North Korea had fallen into Qinshan.

Tired of borrowing chopsticks, Han Rong finally wrote to Xiang Yutou.

A few pride are called heaven and earth.

Two hungry stomachs, both ancient and modern.