Pythagorean theorem:
Hook three strands, four meridians and five angles
At dusk, Chen Qin returned to Chu.
Skin: A pot of wine (3. 14 159) in a temple on the top of the mountain, Erle bitter evil spirit (26535), brewing wine (897), wine can't kill Erle (932), and kill Ba (6264).
Mathematical poems with numbers:
Looking at 23 miles, there are four or five smoke villages. There are six or seven trees and eighty or ninety flowers in front of the door.
After the farewell, the two places hang together.
Just say it's March or April, but who knows if it's May or June?
The lyre has no intention to play, the eight lines have no transmission, and the nine-ring chain has never been interrupted.
Shiliting is anxious to see. I can't understand it, I can't understand it, so I have no choice but to blame Lang.
A thousand words can't be finished, and you are bored.
Chongyang climbs to see the lonely geese, and the full moon in August is not round.
In July and a half, I burned incense and raised candles to ask the sky.
In the summer of June, everyone shook my heart.
Pomegranate in May is redder than fire, but it will be watered by cold rain.
April loquat is not yellow, and I want to be confused in the mirror. In a hurry,
Peach blossoms turn with water in March; Falling and falling,
The kite string was broken in February.
Hey! Lang Lang, I really hope that you are a woman and I am a man in the next life.