There should be more poems starting with five words. Urgent! ! ! !

The mountains in May are still full of snow, only cold, and the grass can't see the grass. (Li Bai's Xia Sai Qu)

Wuling makes waves, and Wumeng takes mud pills. (Mao Zedong's Long March)

In May, I remembered the wolf. I took a canoe and dreamed of going to Furong Pu. (Zhou Bangyan "Su Muzhe")

Five drum sculptures in the forest (Wenmawei Buddhist Temple)

Wuyue returned without looking at the mountains, and Huangshan returned without looking at the mountains. (Xu Xiake's Wandering in Huangshan Wonderland)

All five holy mountains, no distance, according to a constant habit in my life. (Li Bai's "Lushan Song" is a suggestion to Lu Xuzhou)