There are many of them, but not many of them have a beginning. .
Poetry:
Lu Tong's Comb Ming
If you have hair, you will think about things in the morning, but if you are pregnant, it is better to be like this.
The Ballad of a Real Person
There was a real person in Jichuan, who opened his mouth and held a bow outward.
Zhang Ao's appearance
There is Zhang Ao Xi, who lives in Huaiyin. Come to Qixi and let your mind go.
Xiao Yingshi's "There is Bamboo", one chapter and seven chapters.
There is a bamboo pole in front of the pavilion. A gentleman has his heart, but he is loyal and firm.
Xiao Yingshi's "You Bamboo" Chapter 7
There is a bamboo pole on the side of the pavilion. A gentleman must be upright and upright.
Wang Ji's Five Poems on Visiting a Restaurant (One is written on the wall of a hotel)
If you have a guest, you need to be taught how to drink. If you don't have money, don't sell. When I arrived, I was very embarrassed and ashamed of being a restaurant owner.
Words:
Liu Yong Lang Tao Sha Ling
There is a person. Feiyan spirit. The urgent ring is worn with Huayin. The rush to shoot is done with the red sleeves raised, the wind willow waist. Whispering light skirt. Wonderful and cutting-edge. At the end of the song, the fragrance collects independently. It must be that Xi Shi is delicate and sleepy, with dark eyebrows and double frown.
Ouyang Xiu Jie Xianpei
There is someone who is connected to him. Tears turned into traces and dripped all over Luo Yi. Asked when Hai made an alliance with Shanxi. It suppresses people's teachings, and their eyes are cut off and their souls fly away. In the dream, it's like sleeping next to someone. The skin is still fragrant and fragrant. When I wake up, I only have a pile of mandarin duck quilts. If you are anxious about thinking, there is a fight for knowledge.
Shen Tang Flowers in the Rain*Night Boating
Who misses me? Now I have frost on my temples and am traveling to the border. ＊＊Being on the west bank of the blue clouds, my love flows eastward along with the Long River.
Feng Qiqia, Qinyuanchun
There is Guzhujun, whose syllables are flying in the clouds, and his posthumous title is Dongxiao. Zongliu Lang fills in, Zhou Lang takes care of it, and it is difficult to adjust the law due to Yi Pinzao. Ashamed of He Lang. The whine curled up and rolled into the jaws, lips, teeth, tongue and throat. Who knew that it was Guo Lang who taught him personally, and he followed the same rules. Later generations were confused. Even the sound is as delicate as a parrot. Sighing that Qin Qing has passed away, where is Jiarong? I miss the slave's bones and decay, and Li Ba's soul disappears. Come before you and listen to your song. The romance of the predecessors has not faded. Feng Lang was old, but he nodded and swallowed his saliva, trying to figure out the golden mink.