I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. -He Zhangzhi's Singing Willow
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. -Gao Ding's "Country House"
What are the two groups of poems containing numbers in ancient poetry? Two or three miles a trip,
There are four or five smoke villages,
Tower six or seven,
Eighty or ninety flowers.
Ten figures add up far-fetched.
1 Two orioles singing green willows and a row of egrets flying into the sky.
2 stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February.
Visiting the world frequently, he gave his heart to two generations.
Gu Si Mountain is exposed to water and light, and it is ten miles long with Cyperus rotundus hedges.
Wuling makes waves, and Wumeng takes mud pills.
After all, in mid-June, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock.
There are seven or eight stars in the sky, and at two or three o'clock in front of the rainy mountain, the old Maodian Shelinbian Road turns to the stream bridge.
Eight thousand miles of clouds and months, don't be idle, the young man's head is white and sad
On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
10 Ten years of life and death are boundless, thoughtless and unforgettable.
There are few poems in 5 and 7, and there are many others.
Dangerous buildings 100 feet high, you can pick stars with your hands.
Thousands of mountains have no birds, and thousands of paths have no footprints.
Hundreds of thousands of people will be bloody, and Gan must be saved.
How can 1000 billion be converted into 1000 billion? A tree blooms before the plum blossom.
The three kingdoms, divided, have always been bound by his greatness, the famous eight-array map. -"Eight Arrays" Tang Du Fu
In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs. -"The hut was blown by the autumn wind" Don Du Fu
This poem, numbered 123, is divided into 50 paragraphs: "Singing in the Mountain Village" by Shao Kangjie, a philosopher in the Song Dynasty: "When you go to the twenty-third mile, there are four or five smoke villages, six or seven pavilions and eighty or ninety flowers."
Poems with numbers go two or three miles,
There are four or five smoke villages,
Tower six or seven,
Eighty or ninety flowers.
After a farewell, suspense hung over the two places, saying only that it was March and April, but who knew that a farewell would be five or six years. 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.
Joe's second child, Xiao Qiao, has three inches of golden lotus and four inches of waist. Paint it with 567 powder to make it look charming.
After the farewell, the two places hung 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 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, burning incense and holding 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;
After falling again and again, the kite string was broken in February.
I hope that in the next life, you are a woman and I am a man.
One by one, two, three, four or five.
Six dollars, seven dollars, and eight or nine dollars are all missing when flying into the reed flower.
A post is red and strong, with the shadow of Bixi, and the willows in the west six miles of thousands of feet. 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.
List a poem with numbers? Two or three miles a trip,
There are four or five smoke villages,
There are six or seven towers and eighty or ninety flowers.
Ten figures add up far-fetched.
1 Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets rise to the sky.
2 stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February.
Visiting the world frequently, he gave his heart to two generations.
Gu Si Mountain is exposed to water and light, and it is ten miles long with Cyperus rotundus hedges.
Wuling makes waves, and Wumeng takes mud pills.
After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June.
There are seven or eight stars in the sky, and at two or three o'clock in front of the rainy mountain, the old Maodian Shelinbian Road turns to the stream bridge.
Eight thousand miles of clouds and months, don't be idle, the young man's head is white and sad
On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
10 Ten years of life and death are boundless, thoughtless and unforgettable.
There are few poems in 5 and 7, and there are many others.
Dangerous buildings 100 feet high, you can pick stars with your hands.
Thousands of mountains have no birds, and thousands of paths have no footprints.
Hundreds of thousands of people will be bloody, and Gan must be saved.
How can 1000 billion be converted into 1000 billion? A tree blooms before the plum blossom.
Although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn. Untitled two songs, Tang Shangyin, flew down to thousands of feet, suspecting that the Milky Way had fallen for nine days. Look at Lushan Waterfall, Tang Li Bai went to 23 Li, and there were four or five smoke villages. There are six or seven towers and eighty or ninety flowers. Shao Kangjie, a Neo-Confucianism scholar in the Song Dynasty, was sung in the village.
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