"Two yellow orioles are singing atop the green willows, White egrets soar into the sky in a row"

My window frames the snow-crowned western mountain scene. My door oft says to eastward-going ships “Goodbye”

< < Bird homing map > > Su Dongpo

Come back one after another,

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

There are as many birds as there are few phoenixes,

Peck up thousands of millet in the world.

Shao Kang, Poem of the Mountain Village

At one glance, there were two and three miles away, and the mist hung over four or five families.

The pavilions are six or seven, and the flowers of eight, nine and ten are blooming.

There is also a poem for Zhuo Wenjun:

After a farewell, the two places hang together.

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

The lyre has no intention of playing, and the eight-character script cannot be passed on.

The nine-ring chain is broken from it, and the ten-mile pavilion is eager to see!

A hundred thoughts, a thousand thoughts. Desperate, blame Lang.

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

Double ninth climb to see the lonely geese, and the full moon in August is not round.

In July and a half, burning incense and holding a candle 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, and I look at the mirror, and my heart is chaotic.

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

Falling and falling, the kite string broke in February,

I hope that in the next life, you will come as a woman and I will be a man.

Qianlong's Flying Snow

One after another, two, three, four or five.

Six pieces, seven pieces, and eight or nine pieces, all of which are missing when flying into the reed flowers.

The Order of the Wild Goose Falling Down and Taking the Victory by Anonymous in Yuan Dynasty

Year after year,

Every day, every day,

Autumn after autumn,

One generation urges another.

Get together and leave,

One is happy and the other is sad.

Lying on a couch,

In a dream all my life.

Find a group of acquaintances,

He'll talk to us for a while,

Everyone knows each other,

Play for a while and sing for a while.

A madman of Chinese studies in the Republic of China: Huang Kan's one two three four five six seven eight nine 100 million and a half pairs;

One post is red and strong, and the shadow of Bixi, and Liusi thousands of feet is six miles west. It's hard to learn two-nest swallows, and half a pillow often hates chickens for five nights.

Nine days of physical and mental dreams, thousands of clouds and waters are on all sides. Ten out of ten, 70% or 80% is a false image, winning two tears in three spring.