The Six Heroes of Dong Zhuo

The Five Lords of Dong Zhuo

Breaking the Tiger Prison on the Fourth Day of the Current Period

The Three Heroes of Dong Zhuo

But I hate that I am unfaithful

It is a shame that I am not loyal

It is a pity that I am not loyal

This is the first time I have been killed in the White House

This is the first time I have been killed in the White House

This is the first time I have been killed in the White House

A lot of things I have been told

A lot of things I have been told

If I look in the mirror, my heart is already in turmoil,

March peach blossoms turn with the water,

February kite strings are broken again,

Lang ah lang, wishing for this life,

You're the sister, and I'm the man,

One, two, three or four,

Five, six, seven, eight, eight, nine, ten.

Eat up the royal corn,

How little is the phoenix and how much is it?

There is a stream in front of the 100-foot building,

and four Qiang flutes in front of the six bridges.

There are three geese in the spring, and five chickens in the night.

On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, when the oxen and the women meet, the ten years of empty talk will be the same.

Thousands of things are on my mind, and in February the yellow parrot cries to the guest.

One hall, two stoves,

three or four enthusiastic hosts,

five dishes, six flavors,

seven or eight specialty dishes,

nine cups of wine,

ten people came here in a half-hearted manner.

Ten tables were full,

Eight or seven guests from afar,

Six colors and five colors,

Four or three tables were happy,

Two people played boxing,

Together they went home satisfied.

Ten years under the window,

The plum blossoms are frozen and bloom only after nine years.

Husband and wife will be honored by the arrangement.

Dare you seven incense car steady love to carry,

Six Palace declared that you have a worship, five flowers enjoined you are not divided into places.

The four virtues are the same as those of the three of you.

Two fingers of gold, a round of soap cover to fly.

One boat, two merchants,

Three, four, five, six sailors,

Pulling up seven or eight pages of the wind canopy,

Down to the Nine Rivers and ten miles.

Lun Wenshu of the Ming Dynasty wrote a poem for Su Dongpo's painting "A Hundred Birds Returning to Their Nests"

One in the sky after another,

Three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

The phoenix is few and the birds are many,

Pecking all the stones on earth.

Seventy years in the company of three,

Twenty-one plum blossoms in five trees,

Seven sons in a reunion in the middle of the moon,

Divide by a hundred and five and you'll know.

Ten miles of transportation, nine miles of incense,

Eight, seven, six, five wheels,

Though four or three years of the old road,

Only two days are better than a year.

The ten-mile long pavilion has no customers,

and the stars appear in the nine heavens.

The ships of the eight rivers have closed their harbors,

and the seven thousand states and counties have closed their doors.

The six palaces and the five mansions have returned to their houses,

and the four seas and the three rivers are closed for fishing.

The bells and drums of the two corrupted buildings are ringing,

and the moon is full in the sky.