Poetry with words and ink

Winning friends are willing to hide, but lazy and empty. I love you. I'm famous now. Xiaosan is bold and has her own skirt. Don't wait to give up halfway. Length is a new language, and the pen and ink are as thick as crows. The mountain spits the moon, the stream floods the boat, and the rate is the same. We drink words, but the bells are ringing. Wan Li is full of wind and splendor tonight. One is to welcome dust. In the world, leisure, honor and disgrace are all paid to the border Weng. -Song Ge Zhong Sheng's "Water Regulation"

The morning star thousands of miles away was picked again, which surprised the lonely guests. Looking back on the past, I am pregnant with songs. Yanyun's dream is broken, and Xiang Shui is anxious to return to the sails. White temples. These years have been extremely sad. The days of middle age are numbered. Don't let the eaves sting. Make a wish, the ink is still wet. Why did an old friend report it? It's a matter of time. Worry is endless, and life and death leave the country. -Qing Wei "Chitose, born in the same year"