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What are the 20-word ancient poems about mathematics?
At first glance, it is two or three miles away, and mist hangs over four or five families. The pavilions are six or seven, and the flowers bloom in eighty or ninety. This is a poem written by Shao Yong in the Song Dynasty describing the scenery all the way, with 20 words and 10 numbers. This poem reflects the distance, villages, pavilions, flowers and plants with numbers, which is popular and natural.

One, two, three or four tablets. Five, six, seven or eight. Nine dollars, ten dollars, countless dollars, all missing when flying into Mei. This is a poem about Xue Mei written by Lin Hejing in Ming Dynasty. The whole poem uses quantifiers to indicate the number of snowflakes. After reading it, it's like being in the snow. From less snowflakes to more snowflakes, I can't tell whether it is snowflakes or plum blossoms.

One nest, two nests, three or four nests, five nests, six nests, seven or eight nests. Eat up the royal millet, and there are few phoenixes. This is a poem "Sparrow" by Wang Anshi, a statesman, writer and thinker in the Song Dynasty. Seeing that many officials in the Northern Song Dynasty were full of food, corrupt and opposed to political reform, he compared them to sparrows and satirized them.

One pole, one paddle, one fishing boat, one fisherman and one hook. With a bow and a smile, one person monopolizes a river. These are ten "One" poems written by Ji Xiaolan in Qing Dynasty. It is said that when Emperor Qianlong was on a southern tour, one day he saw a fishing boat paddling on the river, so he asked Ji Xiaolan to write a poem about fishing and asked him to use ten "ones" in the poem. Ji Xiaolan soon sang a poem, writing about the scenery and modality, which was natural and appropriate and full of charm.

"Two orioles sing green willows, egrets sky-high." Outside my window is the snowy Western Hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships heading east-Don Du Fu's quatrains

A farewell, the two places hung together, only saying that it was March and April. Who knows that in five or six years, the lyre was unintentionally played, and the eight-part essay could not be passed down. The nine-chain was interrupted, and the Shili Pavilion was eager to see, and my thoughts were myriad, and the strange lang was helpless.

A thousand words, bored to see the lonely geese in Chongyang in September, and the full moon in Mid-Autumn Festival 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 his heart. In May, the pomegranate was red as fire, but the flowers were watered by cold rain. April loquat is not yellow, I want to look in the mirror, and I am chilling. Peach blossoms turn in March, and I fly kites in February. Hey! Lang Lang, I can't wait for you to be a woman and I will be a man in my next life. -Han Zhuo Wenjun's poem "Complaining Lang".

One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven pieces, eight pieces, ninety pieces, thousands of pieces, countless pieces, fly into plum blossoms, and always disappear. -Zheng Qing Banqiao "Singing Snow"

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. -Yuan Anonymous "Wild Goose Falling with Victory"

In a trip of two or three miles, there are four or five smoke villages, six or seven pavilions and eighty or ninety flowers. -Song Shaoyong's poems on enlightenment.