Ancient poems beginning with numbers

One general's achievements will turn into ten thousand bones, and there are twenty-four bridges on a moonlit night, but three thousand talents are all in one. The four seasons are lovely only in spring, and the five mountains are all sacred mountains. There is no way to think far, and the six dynasties dream birds, seven or eight stars are still in the sky, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon, and nine twists of the Yellow River and Wan Li sand. Ten years of hard training is unusual and a hundred years of trouble.