1. Zhuo Wenjun: Sima Xiangru’s wife.
Representative number poem:
After a farewell, the two places are separated.
They say it was March or April, but who knew it was five or six years ago.
If you have no intention of playing the lyre, you cannot pass down the eight-line script.
The nine-link chain is broken in the middle, and the ten-mile long pavilion is about to be penetrated!
A hundred thoughts, a thousand thoughts. I have no choice but to blame the man.
There are thousands of words to talk about and nothing to finish, and I am bored for ten columns.
Chongjiu climbs high to see the lonely geese. The moon is full in August and the Mid-Autumn Festival is not round.
In July and a half, I burn incense and hold candles to ask the sky.
In the dog days of June, everyone shakes fans and I feel chilled.
Pomegranates are like fire in May, but they are watered by bursts of cold rain.
In April, when the loquats are not yet yellow, I look at the mirror and feel confused.
In a hurry, the peach blossoms turn with the water in March;
In February, the string of the kite is broken,
I wish you would be a daughter in the next life, I am male.
2. "Flying Snow" by Emperor Qianlong
One piece after another, two pieces, three pieces, four or five pieces.
Six pieces, seven pieces, eighty-nine pieces flew into the reed flowers and disappeared.
3. "The Wild Goose's Falling Belt and the Victory Order" written by Anonymous in the Yuan Dynasty
Year after year, day after day, autumn after autumn, one generation after another One generation. One reunion and one parting, one joy and one sadness. One bed, one body, one body, one life, one dream. Find a group of acquaintances, he will play with us for a while, and we will all know each other, play and sing for a while.
4. Mr. Huang Kan's "One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Hundred, Million, Half a Pair":
A foot of red roses shades the blue stream, and a thousand feet of willow silk shades the six lanterns. West. It is difficult to learn from the two-nest swallow, and the half-pillow always hates the five-night chicken.
For nine days, my body and mind were filled with dreams, and thousands of clouds and water appeared on all sides. 70% to 80% out of 10 will become a virtual phenomenon, winning three springs and two tears.
Ancient poems with numbers. (As long as there are numbers)
1. I don’t know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
2. The flying stream falls three thousand feet, which is suspected to be the Milky Way falling from the sky.
3. The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom.
4. The garden is full of spring scenery and can’t be contained, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall.
5. If you want to see a thousand miles away, reach a higher level.
6. The war continues for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold.
7. The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields.
8. Whoever says nothing about grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light.
9. The immortal hangs his legs, and the osmanthus tree is not round.
10. The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the first year, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu.
11. Thousands of households always exchange new peaches for old talismans.
12. The White Emperor's farewell speech is among the colorful clouds. A thousand miles of rivers and mountains are returned in one day.
13. The apes on both sides of the strait can’t stop crying, and the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains.
14. Huang Si’s natal family is full of flowers, with thousands of flowers hanging low on the branches.
15. The jasper is as tall as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.
16. After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons.
17. I urge you to drink another glass of wine. There will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west.
18. The grass grows brighter every year.
19. Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, and the north wind blows wild geese and snow.
20. The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty passed through the Han Dynasty, and the people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned.
21. The green mountains on both sides of the strait stand out from each other, and the solitary sails approach the sun.
22. Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the flowers in February.
23. Two orioles sing at the green willows.
Ancient verses beginning with numbers
There are no guests in the ten-mile long pavilion, and stars appear in the nine-level sky.
The ships on the eight rivers have all closed their ports, and all seven thousand prefectures and counties have closed their doors.
The six palaces and five palaces returned to officialdom, and the four seas and three rivers stopped fishing.
The bells and drums on the two towers are ringing, and a bright moon fills the sky. (Author Wu Chengen)
A mountain, a river, a boat, a foot of silk and an inch of hook. A loud song and a pot of wine can make one person lose his whole country.
The trees are beautiful in February, and Zhaoyi is proud and extravagant.
Three visits to trouble the world, two dynasties to open the hearts of old ministers.
If the surrounding suburbs are not peaceful, the elderly will not be at peace.
It is snowing in the mountains in May, but there are no flowers, only cold.
The Six Classics are like the sun and the moon, they are solid and suspended forever.
On July 7th, in the Palace of Eternal Life, no one was whispering in the middle of the night.
The reed flowers are cold in August, and the waves of the autumn river are white.
In September, the Xiongnu killed the border generals, and all the Han troops were lost on the Liao River.
The twelfth floor is full of makeup, and the Wangxian Tower is watching the king.
No one in a hundred miles collects the bones, and the souls are summoned and buried under every city.
The name of the Qianqiu Festival is empty, but the silk bag of inheritance is gone.
In the poplar tree of ten thousand households, over there is the Jun family.
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The sound of drums and horns at the fifth watch is solemn and solemn
The six palaces are colorless
Sit in the cold night in July
Ba Shui Ming Ru Lian
Nine Immortals Ao Ni folds the Five Zhizhi
Ten and five trees in the frosty sky
A hundred years old and sick alone on the stage
Thousands of mountains and birds flying away
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After walking two or three miles, there were four or five houses in Yancun, six or seven pavilions, and eighty or ninety flowers.
Twenty-eight beauties on horseback, ten thousand fine wines and Weicheng songs. (Su Shi of the Song Dynasty, "Li Ling wears flowers on his seat")
When three of us are walking together, there must be one who is my teacher.
Looking around, the east wind is shaking the grass. (Chinese Poetry: Peacock Flying Southeast)
The Five Deer Songs, Miscellaneous Poems and Ballads: The Five Deer Mountains are high in the mountains, and the red clouds break off their horns. (The peacock flies southeast)
I have been admiring the ancients for more than sixty years, and now I am close to Ge Tianmin. (Early Spring Book Embrace)
Seventy people rarely arrive, and I have passed fourteen years. (Eighty-Four Yin)
Eighty-year-old is still over four, and I have stayed late without saying goodbye (Eighty-four Yin)
The nine plain smoke is cold and the color is green, and the railing is surrounded by Qingming . (Bai Yu Lou Bu Xu Ci)
At the age of thirteen he was able to weave textiles, at the fourteenth he learned to tailor clothes, at the fifteenth he played the konghou, and at the sixteenth he recited poetry. (Peacock flies southeast)
A hundred gold is not valuable, kindness is rare. The purpose is to drink and be friends with friends, and enjoy the country of Jing in the prosperous years. (Twelve ancient poems by Wei Yingwu)
Thousands of hammers carved out the deep mountains, and the fire burned them as if nothing happened. (Lime Yin Yu Qian)
Every official is in panic and there is no way to disobey this. The people were miserable and sad.
(The complete collection of six character poems by Kong Rong)