Poems containing the word "difficult" are as follows
Southern poetry
The sound of the valley should be bell and drum, and the shadow of the wave should be loose.
Qian Qian Heather, 10,000 Ligustrum lucidum.
There is no difference between winter and spring in Tannan, and Ke's leaves are thicker.
In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds at dusk.
Pine and cypress can't wait, Nan can't move.
Why don't you peck the millet in the community field, and why don't you inhabit the heather on the branches?
Water, mica and wind sweep heather.
Nanshu is dark in color and the river is green.
Leaning in front of the tree house in Jiangnan, it has been passed down from generation to generation for 200 years.
I wonder if it rains at night and heather is raging.
It's vast and smoky, dark and brown.
Nan does many things, but the hard-working townships don't remember.