Does anyone have a poem describing three visits to the thatched cottage (help me find it), such as "Three visits to the thatched cottage"

1. Twenty miles west of Xiangyang City, there is an area of ??high hills and flowing water: the high hills buckle and press on the cloud roots, and the flowing water gurgles and flies away from the stone marrow;

The situation is like a trapped dragon on a rock, shaped like a pan on a rock. In the shade of a single phoenix pine; the firewood gate is half-closed in the thatched cottage, and there is a tall man lying in bed.

The bamboos are intertwined with the green screen, and the fence is falling and wild flowers are blooming; the bedside is piled with yellow scrolls, and the seat is There are no white people coming and going;

When the ape knocks at the door, he offers fruit, and the gatekeeper old crane listens to the scriptures at night; there is a famous harp in the bag, an ancient brocade, and a sword hanging on the wall with seven stars.

Mr. Lu Zhong Alone and elegant, I work hard in my spare time to cultivate crops: just waiting for the spring thunder to return from my dream, and a long roar to calm the world.

2. One day, the wind and snow visited the virtuous people, but I didn't meet with empty thoughts. I felt sad. The rocks on the bridge of Hexi Bridge were slippery. , the cold weather invades the pommel horse and the journey is long.

When the pear blossoms fell from the head, catkins fell on the face. Looking back to where I stopped my whip and looked far away, the rotten silver piled up in Wolonggang.

3. The body has not yet ascended. If you think about regressing, you should recall your past words when you succeed. Just because the first master Ding Ning is the last, the stars fall in the autumn wind five feet away.