Has Xin Qiji ever written a poem expressing his affection for his children?

A twisted rope is ashamed to see Jian Luan alone. The combing and plundering of money people. Flowers grow in one spring, and the east wind is evil every night. Wire wound green curtain bead foil. Who cares about brocade? Jed stopped crying when he was in tears. She is afraid of wine, and her romance is thin. As soon as the brocade account falls, it is like a cloud. I wonder how high it is. In the middle of the night, the silver candle has tears, and I will pay for all this. Don't wait to swallow dirt. Ask huahua. I don't know if flowers have feelings, but they seem to be afraid and jealous. It's a long way to cut plum dust and sprinkle clothes. The frost forest is late, and the autumn buds are still fragrant. It's sad to leave. Dreaming of a brothel, I can't bear to think about it. The sky is sinking and the sunset is yellow. Clouds cover the eyes and mountains cut the heart. Full of tears. The west wind blows to the blue room.