Ask the name of a poem by Gao Qi, a poet in Ming Dynasty, mourning his daughter.

Gao Qi, Looking at Flowers and Remembering the Death of Women

I pity the middle-aged woman, and I hold her at the age of six;

Looking at the fruit in my arms, kneeling to teach poetry.

Learn from your sister's makeup in the morning, and the mirror is strong;

A little love for Luo Qi can be achieved by a poor family.

I have been frustrated for a long time, and the rain and snow have gone away;

Welcome to see you at dusk, and you will be happy when you are worried.

How to classify diseases and multivalued events;

You can't use the bait when you hear the electric shock.

In a hurry with a thin coffin, I cried and sent it far away;

It's hard to find, but sorrow is still bitter.

That is, last spring, the old garden pond bloomed;

Lead me under the tree so that I can break the branches.

The flowers are blooming this year, and the guests live in Yuanjiang.

The whole family is a person, watching the flowers fail and tears hang down.

If you don't masturbate, the evening curtain will be sad.