Single-minded, half-hearted, in all directions, colorful, up and down, nine Niu Yi hairs, perfect.
The ancient poems about numbers are:
1. One to two or three miles, four or five smoke villages.
The pavilions are six or seven, and the flowers bloom in eighty or ninety.
2. Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.
3. Flying down three thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days.
4. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February.
Looking around frequently, he gave his heart to two generations.
6. Gu Si is full of water and fragrant.
7. Wuling Mountain 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.