A poem that begins with 10 thousand

A farewell, the two places are hung together, only in March and April. Who knows that in five or six years, the lyre was unintentionally played, the eight-character script could not be passed down, the nine chains were interrupted, and the Shili Pavilion was eager to see it, and it was hopeless, but it was helpless to blame you.

A thousand words can't be finished, and I'm bored to see the lonely goose for nine days. In August, the Mid-Autumn Festival is crowded with people, and in July and a half, people burn incense and ask for heaven. In June, everyone shook my heart. Pomegranate is like fire in May, with cold rain. April loquat is not yellow, and I want to be confused in front of the mirror.

In a hurry, the peach blossoms turn with the water in March. Falling and falling, the kite string was broken in February, alas! Lang Lang, I really hope that you are a woman and I am a man in the next life.