After saying goodbye, we miss each other. Let's say March or April, who knows five or six years. The lyre has no intention to play, the eight-part essay can't be passed down, the nine-ring chain is interrupted, and the ten-mile pavilion looks through. I can't understand it, I can't understand it, so I have no choice but to blame Lang. Under the ten-year window, it is only frozen for nine months to prevent plum blossoms. A husband is precious and a wife is glorious. I'm sure you have a seven-fragrant car, and the sixth palace announces that you have a court and five flowers seal you. On the four virtues, it seems that your three obedience ties are harmonious. The second refers to the big mud gold to report good news, and a round of soap flies. Pythagorean Theorem: Hook three strands, four meridians, four corners and five dynasties, and Chen Qin returns to Chu at dusk. Skin: a pot of wine on the top of the mountain, a temple (3. 14 159), I hate pleasure (26535), make wine (897), and wine kills you (932) but not you (384). Mathematical Poetry: Look at 23 Li, there are four or five smoke villages. There are six or seven trees and eighty or ninety flowers in front of the door. After a farewell, suspense hung over the two places, saying only that it was March and April, but who knew that a farewell would be five or six years. The lyre has no intention to play, the eight lines have no transmission, the nine-ring chain has never been interrupted, and the Shili Pavilion wants to wear it. 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 held candles to ask the sky. In the dog days of June, everyone shakes 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, the peach blossoms turn with the water in March; Falling and falling, the kite line was broken in February. Hey! Lang Lang, I really hope that you are a woman and I am a man in the next life. Two hearts in a lifetime, bound by three stones. I want to look into my eyes gently. I love to hold my five fingers. This life will cover you, with rain in June and wind in July, and the sky will be built all around. 1999 belongs to the United States, and Pepsi has a Millennium prosperity. At first glance, it's an eternal honor. Hello! The line of equality is full of thoughts, and the road is a mountain. 1993 The Heart of an Inch of Grass, a collection of poems by Blue Sky Publishing House, series II, hopes to help you, and hopes to adopt it. A flower, a willow, a pebble, a sunset, a bird. One mountain, one water, one middle temple, one forest, one yellow leaf and one monk return. A sail, an oar, a fishing boat, a fisherman and a hook. A bow and a smile, a bright moon and an autumn.