Qian Fan is on the side of the sinking boat, and Wan Muchun is in front of the sick tree.
Looking after the world frequently, and to two generations he gave his true heart.
The waning moon is born in the sea, and the spring breeze enters the old year.
If it is sentimental, it will be old, and if it is heartless, it will be long and round.
The eyebrows are cold. The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold.
lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight, sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home.
mountains cover the white sun, and oceans drain the golden river.
but you widen your view three hundred miles, by going up one flight of stairs.
It's cold in the west ridge, and it's snowing in the autumn.
but since water still flows, though we cut it with our swords, it's even more sad to raise a glass to relieve the sorrow.
One elder sister is not as charming as the second, with three inches of golden lotus and four inches of waist
ten feet long. One person catches a river in autumn alone.
One sail, one oar, one fishing boat, one fisherman and one hook.
One bow, one back, one smile, one bright moon and one river in autumn.
There are eight streams in front of a hundred-foot building, and four strong flutes on the west of six bridges.
Pass the book to see the geese in three spring, and lean on the pillow and worry about the chickens for five nights.
On Tanabata, there will be a cow and girl party.