An ancient poem with chanting words (chanting words must be in the poem book. Titles with chanting words do not count. )

He xinlang

moonlit night

Youziming

The return of the barrel handle to autumn. Su Chan flies, first frost Wan Li, full of mountains and jade. Where is the moon? Only the south side of the bridge is the first one. The wild land is vast, and the west is cool and quiet. Dangui is dancing in the shadow, thinking about small flaws and not tired of the wall. Although the river is far away, there is no trace. Knowing that you have a word, you will have a good night. Sing, lean on the bed and rely on yourself.

"I have lived in the suburbs for ten thousand years in the spring, and I have sent the Jishaofu Zhongfu, Sanyuan Shaofu Wei, and Xiahou School Book Review" Wei Wuying.

When the birds are in the valley, the spring rain is over. Light and wind move the forest early, and the high window shines at the beginning of the day.

Drinking water from the stream alone, reciting old books. There should be many things in the city gate. Who will remember this secluded place?

On Bai's Five Laws Thought from Niu Shan Sleeping at Night.

On the west side of the river this night, there was not a cloud in the whole blue sky.

I looked at the moon on the deck and thought of the old general Xie in vain.

I have poems; I can read. He hears others, but it's not mine.

Tomorrow I will raise my sail and leave leaves behind me.

Antique forty-five

Lipper

Eight wastes are in shock.

Everything is falling.

Clouds covered the fading sun.

Heda Hongbo town.

Dragon and phoenix got rid of the shackles.

The swing will end.

Go ride a white pony.

Empty mountains sing huo zhitian.