1. A collection of poems about numbers

My old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks descended on Yangzhou in March. ——Li Bai "Send Meng Haoran to Guangling at the Yellow Crane Tower"

Ten years of life and death are uncertain. ——Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi·Dreams on the Night of the Twentieth Day of the First Month of Yimao"

How much sorrow can you have? Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward. ——Li Yu's "The Poppy: When Will the Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon Come"

Suddenly, as if a spring breeze came overnight, thousands of pear trees bloomed. —— Cen Shen's "Bai Xuege Sends Judge Wu Back to the Capital"

There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark willows and bright flowers. ——Lu You's "Visit to Shanxi Village"

I advise you to have another glass of wine. There will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west. ——Wang Wei's "Weicheng Song"

There are many romantic figures throughout the ages, and there are many heroes in one time. —— Wan Yanxuan's "Chaozhongcuo·Baling Bridge on the Ancient Road in Xiangyang"

It's spring before I realize it when I'm reading, every inch of time is worth every inch of gold. ——Wang Zhenbai's "Two Poems from White Deer Cave·Part 1"

The spring breeze is proud of the horse's hoof disease, and I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day. —— Meng Jiao's "After Admission"

The bamboo stick and mango shoes beat the horse easily, who is afraid? A coop of mist and rain will last a lifetime. —— Su Shi's "Ding Feng Bo·March 7th"

Thirty years of fame are like dust and earth, and eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. —— Yue Fei's "The River is Red·Written in My Heart"

On the moonlit night of Twenty-Four Bridge, where can the beauty teach me how to play the flute? ——Du Mu's "Send to Judge Han Chuo of Yangzhou"

The world is a big dream, how many autumns are there in life? At night, the wind leaves are already singing. —— Su Shi's "Xijiang Moon·A Big Dream of Worldly Affairs"

The brocade harp has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column reflects the past. ——Li Shangyin's "Jin Se"

The Yellow River has thousands of miles of sand, and the waves and winds blow from the end of the world. ——Liu Yuxi's "Lang Tao Sha·Nine Bends of the Yellow River and Ten Thousand Miles of Sand"

A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peaches and plums, a light in the rainy night in the rivers and lakes for ten years. —— Huang Tingjian's "Send to Huang Jifu"

The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold. ——Du Fu's "Spring Hope"

Chang'an is covered with moonlight and the sound of thousands of households banging their clothes is heard. ——Li Bai's "Midnight Wu Song·Autumn Song" 2. Poems about numbers

Zhuo Wenjun: Sima Xiangru's wife.

Representative work of digital poetry: After a farewell, the two places are separated. Everyone said it was March or April, but who knew it was five or six years ago.

The lyre cannot be played without intention, and the eight-line script cannot be passed down. 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 complain. Thousands of words can't be finished, and I can't stand it until I'm bored.

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.

In May, pomegranates are like fire, 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 the drift, the string of the kite breaks in February. I wish that in the next life, you will be a girl and I will be a boy. Emperor Qianlong's "Flying Snow" has 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. The Yuan Dynasty Anonymous's "The Wild Geese Falling with the Belt to Victory Order" Year after year, one day after another, one autumn after another, one generation after another.

One reunion and one parting, one joy and one sadness. One bed, one body, one body, one life, one dream.

Looking for a group of acquaintances, he will play with us for a while, and we will all get to know each other, play and sing for a while. 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 stretches to the 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. Thousands of clouds and water appeared on all sides.

Out of ten, 70% to 80% will be an illusion, winning three springs and two tears. 3. Request: Examples, famous quotes, poems, data, fragments, etc. about true love

Poems describing true love in the world

I advise you to drink a glass of wine, and go west to Yangguan without any old friends. ——Wang Wei's "Sending Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi"

The shadow of the solitary sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky. ——Li Bai's "Sending Meng Haoran to Guangling"

The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending me love.

——Li Bai's "Gift to Wang Lun"

Don't worry, there will be no friends in the future, and no one in the world will know you. ——Gao Shi's "Farewell to Dong Da"

The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. ——Zhang Jiuling

We know each other regardless of the distance, but we are still neighbors thousands of miles away. ——Zhang Jiuling

A long drought brings sweet rain, and you meet an old friend in a foreign land. ——Wang Zhu

One knows the pines and cypresses in the cold years, and the true love is revealed in times of adversity. ——Anonymous

Sending goose feathers from thousands of miles away is a light gift but heavy sentiment.

——Xing Junchen