One day, I happened to see a fishing boat in the middle of the river, and the fishermen on board were fishing, so that Ji Xiaolan, a college student, wrote a poem with the word "one". After a little thinking, Ji blurted out a poem "Ode to a Fishing Boat": a sail, a paddle, a fishing boat and a fisherman's hook; A bow and a smile, a bright moon and an autumn.
Some people say that this poem was written by Chen Ling, a writer in the Qing Dynasty, and there is no way to verify it. There is a poem "Ode to Snow", with 28 words and the numeral 12, which is meaningless: one, two, three or four, five, six, seven or eight, nine, ten and eleven, all of which fly into the reed flowers and disappear.
Some people say that this poem was written by Zheng Banqiao, one of the Eight Eccentrics in Yangzhou. In the 36th episode of The Journey to the West, there is a poem "A bright moon is full of dry Kun", but from "ten" to "one", the number is backwards: there are no guests walking in the Shili Pavilion, and the sky is full of stars.
All ships in Bahe River are closed, and all seven thousand counties are closed. Six palaces and five houses belong to the official slaughter, and the four seas and three rivers fish.
The bell rang on the second floor, and a bright moon filled Kun. Shortly after Sima Xiangru and Zhuo Wenjun got married, they bid farewell to their lovely wives and went to Chang 'an to be an official. It took five years to send a letter, and there were only thirteen numbers in it: "1234567891 billion".
Zhuo Wenjun used his quick wits to see his negative emotion of "no billion" (homophonic "unintentional") at a glance, so he wrote a reply sadly and put thirteen numbers in turn: after a farewell, the two places hung together, saying it was March and April, but 1956, the seven strings were unintentional, the eight lines could not be passed down, the nine lines chain was interrupted, and the ten lines. Later, someone continued to write a paragraph of this poem, embedding thirteen figures: a thousand words complaining about Lang, bored, leaning against the railing, watching the lonely geese on the Double Ninth Festival in September; Mid-Autumn Festival in August, the full moon is not round; The bridge of Yinhe Magpie Bridge was broken on Tanabata, and it was hot in June, and everyone else shook my heart. In May, Duanyang dared not watch the dragon boat, and in April, mulberry bud had no intention to raise silkworms. In March, the spring breeze broke the peach blossom, and in February, the kite line broke, and I dreamed of going to Guanshan; Have pity on my affectionate white snake, and meet the ruthless Jamlom official; Lang Lang, in the next life, you come for women and I come for men! References:
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2. I wrote a farewell song about digital poetry. I have known each other for five or six years.
The lyre has no intention to play, the eight-line character can't be turned, the nine-chain is interrupted, the ten-mile pavilion wants to wear, thinking about the past and thinking about it, complaining about Lang's helplessness. A thousand words can't be finished, and I'm bored to see the lonely goose for nine days. In August, the Mid-Autumn Festival is crowded with people, and in July, people burn incense and hold candles to ask for heaven. On the sixth day, everyone shook my heart. In May, pomegranates were like fire, and after the rain, the flowers fell. April loquat is not yellow, and I want to be confused with the mirror.
In a hurry, the peach blossoms turn with the water in March; Falling and falling, the kite line was broken in February. Hey! Lang Lang, I wish you were a woman and I was a man in the next life! -When Zhuo Wenjun went to Li San, there were four or five smoke villages and six or seven pavilions. Eighty or ninety flowers. -Xu Zaisi cares about each other at four o'clock in the middle of the night, a curtain of dreams, two feelings and three lives. How can I pour my heart into the lyre? It's hard to play lovesick songs at the Qixi Magpie Bridge Weaver Girl Meeting. It's hard for you and me to write nine songs. When will I cry? When I make a ten-mile pavilion, I look forward to wearing only geese and a line of geese. I will get bored and go to the West Garden for a while. Qianshan will block my dream and hope that only tears and candles will accompany me.
For two years, he drove by car and offered sacrifices to Ganquan Palace. After the National Day of the Three Dynasties, Hume returned to his native country.
It's a long way, just cover it and fly. Item sent five Hou, Gao Hui Xinfeng.
Six music, Chen Guang sitting, group account, spring breeze. Seven sets of long sleeves with bells underneath.
Eight treasures are full of carvings, and the food is wrong. Jiuzu * * * watched the night, and guests and friends respected each other.
After ten years of study, you will learn, and once you get better, you will learn. -Bao Zhao is full of energy, but his courage is different.
The two places are distinct, and the male tiger is a group. The three rivers are still noisy and begin to flow downstream.
Four patrols in Qing dynasty, jade boundless. Fifty comfortable, colorful flags.
Six counties have good families, and Mu Yiqing joined the army. Seven years ago, Ke Jiajun heard about it.
The cardioversion of the eight tones will be a four-training. Since nine lives have been recovered, Jin Guyi.
There are ten difficulties in the Tao, and I hope to see Qingyun. -Fan Yun's house in the first district of Yang Xiong has no desire.
Two hectares of auspicious fields, Yan is often self-sufficient. Three ends are solid and tired, and things reflect the emblem.
If you are not diligent, you will have a good life. Five Hou Ye Cheng, glory and even humiliation.
Six purlins are not touched, and they are touched with each other. Seven people are called authors, and some are far away.
Bagui is quite strange, and Lin Zhao Xu Chu. Nine songs hurt the plate, and resentment spurs others.
Ten wings has a motto, you are quiet and grateful. -Quan Deyu once swept a room and lived at leisure.
There is no need to be surprised at the change of two hairs. Three rounds of grinding ring, deep prevention of lifelong regret.
It's better to imitate four worries, tenor and Tao Qing. During the Wuding period, Lu Jun would cook without thinking.
The Six Wonders are still a secret, and Yu Hai is resting. On the 7 th, Nanshan was foggy, which was a blessing.
Eight doors are drum wings, sharply referring to Cheng Xiao. Nine virtues reign, and the emperor knows.
If ten friends can ask, BuJiaHeng from now on. -Ouyang Xiuxian's home is full of mysterious elves, and the winding stream is completely clear.
I know more about Wu Yijun's residence, and the wind will send a flute. A boat is on the head of a rock, and a Taoist is pointing to Qianchuan.
There are no traces of Dan furnace in several places, only deep forest locks green smoke. Erquxi is around Yunu Mountain, and colorful clouds are full of water.
Although I don't dream of entering the balcony, it seems that Wushan is twelve heavy. Swire ship is in Sanquyan, and the wind and rain will not come naturally.
Where does the peach blossom and flowing water go? I'm sorry I didn't see fish lang. Four golden roosters sing Xiaoyan, and Robbie is still like a feather.
The ladder is about to ascend a sentence, and the kiss xiu shine on you. The twists and turns are endless, and the peach trees are already in the forest.
Dongfeng doesn't know Liu Lang's face, but his heart is full of peach blossoms. Liuqu Weizhou looks at Jiuwan, and birds pass under Cangping Peak.
The old fairy courtyard is overgrown with weeds. Who will accompany the empty mountain and the sun? Seven twists circling the stone beach, the spirit of thousands of feet. Where did several iron flutes come from? Startled up in the black dragon for the rain cold.
Eight twists rock head drum pavilion, mountain light cloud from Zhao back. Who will brush stones by the stream until I come back with the piano?
Nine songs are lonely, and Bai Yunfei sees Qingchuan. From here on, when is the fairy's house? -Wang Shili pavilion is empty, and there are stars in the sky.
All ships in Bahe River are closed, and all seven thousand counties are closed. Six palaces and five houses belong to the official slaughter, and the four seas and three rivers fish.
The bells and drums of the two buildings are ringing, and a bright moon is slowly drying up. -Thirty-six trips to the West, six trips, six trips, encircling the Jiuqu River, and delivering books to western Liaoning for five nights.
In the autumn of Tanabata, the Milky Way fills magpies, and the jade pillow listens to chickens at midnight. The road is about to break, and the years are beginning to gather.
Love is like a heart. In April, there were tears all over the mountain.
-Bian Mei, a lone boat, two businessmen, three or four hundred and fifty-six sailors, pulled up seven or eight leaf awnings, went down to Jiujiang, and there were miles; Ten miles away, No.8765, Murraya, although it took four or three years, it only took two days, which is better than a year. -A joint team did a good job for three days and caught four thieves (Liao). Wuyue Sword School is the first of the six schools, among which seven swords are the first, and they are all familiar with gossip and nine palaces.
3. Sima Xiangru's wife Zhuo Wenjun.
Masterpiece digital poetry: After a farewell, the two places hang together. They all say March and April, but who knows five or six years.
The lyre has no intention to play, and the eight-character book can't be passed down. The nine-ring chain has never been interrupted, and the Shili Pavilion is in a hurry! A hundred ideas, a thousand ideas.
Despair, strange 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 held candles to ask heaven. In the dog days of June, everyone shakes my heart.
Pomegranate is like fire in May, but it is watered by cold rain. April loquat is not yellow, I look in the mirror, am utterly confused.
In a hurry, the peach blossoms turn with the water in March; It fell and fell, and the kite string was broken in February. I hope that in the next life, you will come as a woman and I will be a man. Emperor Qianlong's Flying Snow is one after another, two, three, four or five.
Six dollars, seven dollars, and eight or nine dollars are all missing when flying into the reed flower. In the Yuan Dynasty, The Order of Wild Goose Winning by Anonymous was getting older and older every year, and it was getting autumn and urging from generation to generation.
Meeting and parting, we have happiness and sadness. Lying on the sofa, dreaming all my life.
Find a group of acquaintances, meet for a while, play for a while, and sing for a while. Mr. Huang Kan's "One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Hundred Million Half Pair Two": A Zhang Hong with a stronger voice than Xi and Liu Si with a thousand feet of Liu Lanxi.
Swallows with two nests are difficult to learn, and half pillows often hate chickens for five nights. Nine days of physical and mental dreams, thousands of clouds and waters all around.
Ten out of ten, 70% to 80% is a virtual image, and three spring wins two tears.
I need some digital poems, quick and detailed.
There are many skills in poetry creation, and digital poetry is one of them. According to statistics, there are 130 poems embedded with numbers in a "300 Tang Poems". In fact, not only the Tang poetry, but also the figures of poems of past dynasties can be seen everywhere. For example, a great achievement will turn into a thousand bones, and there are twenty-four bridges on a moonlit night, but three thousand kinds of grace are gathered together. The four seasons are lovely only in spring, and the five mountains are all sacred mountains, and there is no intention to be far away. The dreamy birds of the Six Dynasties are still in the sky, and seven or eight stars are still in the sky, with eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon, and the Yellow River and Wan Li sands in nine twists and turns. Ten years of hard work is extraordinary, and a hundred years of hard work. However, putting numbers into poetry is not the same as digital poetry. To be called digital poetry, at least three-quarters of the sentences must be embedded with numbers to be considered as "up to standard".
Wang Shizhen, a poet in A Qing, wrote a poem called "Qiu Jiang Fishing Alone", which is a famous digital poetry:
A boat, a pole and an inch hook;
Sing a song, drink a bottle of wine, and catch a river alone.
This poem uses nine "ones" in succession, vividly depicting the natural and unrestrained manner of fishermen drinking and fishing while singing, as if it were just in front of them.
It is said that shortly after Zhuo Wenjun and Sima Xiangru got married, Sima Xiangru went to Chang 'an to be an official and never returned for five years. Wen Jun misses it very much. One day, she suddenly received a letter from her husband, and she was naturally overjoyed. Unexpectedly, when I opened it, I found that there were only thirteen numbers "1,234,567,891 million". Brilliant Zhuo Wenjun immediately understood her husband's meaning: without the number of "100 million", there would be no "meaning"! So, full of indignation, she wrote a digital poetry:
After a farewell, the two places hung up, saying March and April, who knows five or six years! The lyre has no intention to play, the eight lines have no transmission, the nine-line chain has never been broken, and the Shili Pavilion wants to wear it. I thought about it in every possible way, but I was helpless and could only blame Lang. A thousand words, bored, looking at the lonely geese for nine days, the Mid-Autumn Festival in August is not round. In July and a half, I burned incense and held candles to ask the sky. In the dog days of June, everyone shakes my heart. Durian in May is like fire, but it is drenched with cold rain. April loquat is not yellow, and I want to be fascinated by the mirror. Peach blossoms follow the water in March, and kite strings break in February. Hey! Lang Lang, I really hope that you are a woman and I am a man in the next life.
5. Poems with numbers include poets and poems.
Also known as Yamamura Yonghuai
(Song) Shao Kangjie
Two or three miles a trip,
There are four or five smoke villages.
There are six or seven pavilions,
Eighty or ninety flowers.
Yong, Xu Wei, (A Qing Dynasty)
One, two, three or four, five, six, seven or eight;
Thousands of pieces are always missing when they fly into plum blossoms.
Zhuo Wenjun, digital poetry.
After the farewell, the two places hang together.
Just say it's March or April, but who knows in five or six years,
The lyre has no intention of playing, and the eight-part essay cannot be passed down.
The nine-ring chain has never been interrupted, and the Shili Pavilion is in urgent need.
I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out, so I have to blame you.
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 held candles to ask the sky. In the dog days of June, everyone shakes my heart.
Pomegranate is like fire in May, with cold rain. April loquat is not yellow, and I want to be confused in front of the mirror.
In a hurry, the peach blossoms turn with the water in March.
After falling again and again, the kite string was broken in February.
Alas! Lang Lang, I really hope that you are a woman and I am a man in the next life.