Ancient poetry with ink

1, Hao Shuang threw it out, leaned against the cold floor and let it drop faint ink.

2, there is no poetry, and the mountains are dry and see the smoke.

3, the length is Newspeak, and the ink paper is like a crow.

4. The golden basin on the moon is drowned, and the geese are drunk.

5, drunk as a drip, making people feel old and leave. The west wind is like summer all night. number