What are the poems of Changsha kiln

I have a square heart, no one can **** say.

The wind blows away the clouds, and I speak to the moon in the sky.

You were born before I was born, and I was born before you were old.

You hate that I was born late, but I hate that you were born early.

Who is the daughter of two eights, who washes her old makeup in the river?

The water is running out of red powder, and the wind is sending out the fragrance of the silk.

The small water leads to the big river, and there are many birds staying in the mountains.

The hosts are so happy to see their guests that they pass by on the winding road.

It's hard to part with tears when you're about to part.

This is the first time I've ever seen a man with gray hair, and I've never seen him leave Chang'an.

This is the first time I've ever seen a man go south, or a goose fly north in spring.

I don't know how long it will take to get **** you back.

Day by day I think of the road ahead, and day by day I bid farewell to my master.

When I walk on the mountains and waters, the birds are crying everywhere.

Three battles a day, no reward or punishment.

The general sits on his horse, the warrior sleeps in the snow.

It was a thousand miles before we parted, and there was no time to come.

Thirty days in the moon, no night without thinking of each other.

Last year I didn't have a field to plant, and this spring I don't have any money to drink.

If you are afraid that the birds and flowers will laugh at you, then you should get drunk and lie down on the pool table.

It's time to say goodbye, so don't talk about it.

This is the first time I've seen a cow on a rock, and I don't see it crying.

Don't go straight into the house, for you will be angry with the owner.

Three or five times you hit the door, and someone will come out.

The pond is full of spring water, and the grass grows in spring.

Spring people drink spring wine, and spring birds sing spring songs.

Buying people's hearts is disappointing, selling people's hearts is disturbing.

It's a poem on a bottle, and I'll show it to the buyer.

Not too short, not too long, and not too plain.

The wine is colored with red and pink, and the cup is tinted with the fragrance of lipstick.

There is water flowing from the east above, and a good forest below.

The master of this house is a man of gold.

People return ten thousand miles away, but their hearts are painted in a cup.

Don't worry about the future, just set sail for the wind.