Just say it's March or April, but who knows if it's May or June?
The lyre has no intention to play, the eight lines have no transmission, and the nine-ring chain has never been interrupted.
Shiliting is anxious to see. I can't understand it, I can't understand it, so I have no choice but to blame Lang.
1 Zhuo Wenjun's Poems of Complaining Lang
A thousand words can't be finished, and you are bored.
Chongyang climbs to see the lonely geese, and the full moon in August is not round.
In July and a half, I burned incense and raised candles to ask the sky.
In the summer of June, everyone shook my heart.
Pomegranate in May is redder than fire, but it will be watered by cold rain.
April loquat is not yellow, and I want to be confused in the mirror. In a hurry,
Peach blossoms turn with water in March; Falling and falling,
The kite string was broken in February.
Hey! Lang Lang, I really hope that you are a woman and I am a man in the next life.
2, "Ren Zhoushu of Du Shaofu" Tang Wangbo
Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.
After all, the world is just a small place. Why are you wandering at the fork in the road? The child is holding a towel.
3 Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si"
Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.