February has been separated from March, and it can grow old several times every spring. Du Fu's quatrains are all nine, the fourth.
Outside the castle peak (sky), three mountains and a half fall, and Bailuzhou is full of water. (Li Bai's "On the Phoenix Terrace in Nanjing")
There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death. (Li Shen's "Farmers")
All five holy mountains, no distance, according to a constant habit in my life. (Li Bai's "Lushan Song" is a suggestion to Lu Xuzhou)
Snowflakes are flying in front of the window, and I sit at the window and watch the green bamboo become as white as white. (Gao Pian, "On Snow"
Seven thousand miles away, two hairy men, eighteen beaches and one leaf. (Su Shi's "Entering Jiangxi in early 1987 and Crossing the Beach of Fear")
Eight-foot dragon must have square brocade mattress, when it is cold and not cold. (Han Wo, "It's Cold")
Only the great explosive power of lightning can make the land of China exude vitality, but the social and political situation is not angry, but a kind of sadness. (Gong Zizhen's Poems of the Sea)
Yangzhou's ten years, like a dream, wake up, but in the brothel women this is a fickle reputation. (Du Mu's Farewell)