Baidu: Online generator of acrostic poems; a bunch of them come out.
Less entertainment is the edge of poverty
See you in front of the colorful eaves in autumn
Looking back, I can’t bear to look at the poor boy
Family tradition is intact This is the banished immortal;
Happiness is like seeing the old house
Welcome to the wind and throw thousands of bamboos
There is a white-headed chant in the palindrome
Every door Wailu Mountain Road