The seven-rhythm poem of Dahan is as follows:
"Yuan Sha Yuan" by Zeng Gong of the Tang Dynasty
Ascending the mountain to the south, the peak is as high as possible, and I am still tired of climbing to the top of the tower. The smoke and clouds around the sea are often bleak, and the pines and bamboos are even more shabby in the great cold. Incense and seal scripts will be sold forever after passing through Taiwan, and people will lose their hair while talking about the wind on the table. I also have the heart to be content, and the water in the glass bottle shines on the autumn hair.
"The Great Cold Leaving the West Gate of Jiangling" Lu You of the Song Dynasty
A white horse comes out of the west gate in the bright day, and the clouds are cold for a long time. It's easy to wake up when you're drunk and startled by the wind. You can hide your hands under your heavy coat to get some lukewarm warmth. Foxes and rabbits have fled to the deep wilderness, and cattle and sheep have scattered far away from the village. If you don’t feel sorry for the mountains and rivers, a poor wanderer will lose his soul at this age.
"Yongle Drinking Wine" Fang Hui, Song Dynasty
How can there be no glass of wine in the Great Cold? I want to make you regret not being able to do it. If a Chu coin is broken, a coupon will be donated, and the earthen pot will rarely be about three liters. Cungu is too thin and completely like water, and the frozen noodles are slightly warm but still icy. Don't be surprised by the Cuan servants and pole workers. There have always been meats like mausoleums.
"Sitting at Night with Zhongmeng" Wentong, Song Dynasty
The old bird is frightened and flies away, and the wild goose whistles, alone in the quiet world. The wind blows in the north, the frost is majestic, the clouds press down on the southern mountains, and the snow is high. Only when you sleep less can you know the effectiveness of tea. In the great cold, you need to drink wine to compete for the rich. The inkstone has turned off the lights and the flowers are old, but it still holds its robe in front of the group of books.
"One of Two Poems to Show Neighbors about the Great Cold Evening" by Li Guang of the Song Dynasty
Frozen clouds hang down from the ground and the north wind blows, decorating the rivers and lakes like a snowy sky. I also have a coir raincoat with me, so I come to the fishing boat with me.
"The Great Cold Leaving the West Gate of Jiangling" by Lu You of the Song Dynasty
In the bright days, the horse comes out of the west gate, and the clouds are cold and puffy for a long time. It's easy to wake up when you're drunk and startled by the wind. You can hide your hands under your heavy coat to get some lukewarm warmth. Foxes and rabbits have fled to the deep wilderness, and cattle and sheep have scattered far away from the village. If you don’t feel sorry for the mountains and rivers, a poor wanderer will lose his soul at this age.