Every day when the cock crows, it is the best time for boys to read.

Liu Yong's Looking at the Tide

Sanqiu cassia seed, Shili lotus flower.

Xu Zaisi's "Double Water to Tune Fairy Night Rain"

A phoenix tree, an autumn, a little banana, a little sorrow, after the third night of dreams.

Snuff, chess, sigh Xinfeng lonely pavilion.

After ten years on the pillow, two old worries in Jiangnan came to mind.

Zhuo Wenjun

After the farewell, the two places hung together.

They all say March and April, but who knows five or six years.

The lyre has no intention to play, and the eight-character book can't be passed down.

The nine-ring chain has never been interrupted, and the Shili Pavilion is in a hurry!

A hundred ideas, a thousand ideas. Despair, strange 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, burning incense and holding candles to ask heaven,

In the dog days of June, everyone shakes my heart.

Pomegranate is like fire in May, but it is watered by cold rain.

April loquat is not yellow, I look in the mirror, am utterly confused.

In a hurry, the peach blossoms turn with the water in March;

After falling again and again, the kite string was broken in February.

I hope that in the next life, you are a woman and I am a man.

Lu you

In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year.

Ji Xiaolan's ode to snow

One, two, three or four, five, six, seven or eight.

Nine dollars and ten dollars flew into the unseen reed flower.

Zheng Banqiao's Ode to Bamboo

One, two, three bamboo poles, four, five, six bamboo leaves.

Nature is light and sparse, so why overlap.

Li Bai sees Lushan Waterfall.

On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth.

Yuan Dynasty's Anonymous Preface of Wild Goose Falling with Victory

One year old, day after day, autumn after autumn, one generation urges another. Meeting and parting, we have happiness and sadness. Lying on the sofa, dreaming all my life. Find a group of acquaintances, meet for a while, play for a while, and sing for a while.

Huang Songting sent yellow letters many times << >>

Peach and plum spring breeze, a glass of wine, ten years of night rain.