Ask for a poem that begins with "ten meters, empty"

Yangzhou's ten years, like a dream, wake up, but in the brothel women this is a fickle reputation. Du Mu's Farewell

There are many pilgrims in rice noodles, and the flower city is infinitely empty.

No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard. Wang Wei is in Chai Lu.

Birds can't cross the clouds. (Bai Juyi)

That's all I can find. Do it yourself