Those with "十":
Jiang Chengzi
The Duke's wife, the Wang family, passed away, and after reading this poem, she mourned her death
Ten years of life and death.
Without thinking.
Unforgettable.
Thousands of miles away from the lonely tomb, there is no place to speak of desolation.
Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
When night comes, I suddenly return home with a deep dream.
Xiaoxuan window, dressing up.
We looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.
With "Book"
The Moon over the Xijiang River
The public's preface says: On a spring night, I passed the Qishui River to drink in a restaurant. Drunk, I rode the moon to a bridge over a stream, where I undressed my saddle and bent my arms for a rest. When I wake up, I already know. The mountains are lush and green, which is not the world. Book on this bridge pillar.
The waves in the wild are shining brightly, and the sky is warm and gentle.
The obstacles and mud have not solved the arrogance of Yu Cong.
I want to get drunk and sleep on the grass.
It's a pity that the wind and moon in the stream can't be taught to crush Qiong Yao.
The saddle is resting on the green poplar bridge.
Du Yu heard the spring dawn.