What are the 80-word ancient poems written by calligraphy?

Li Qingzhao's slow voice.

Looking around, cold and lonely, sad and sad. It's the hardest to stop when it's warm and cold at first. How can three glasses and two light wines beat him? Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.

Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? The phoenix tree is raining and dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!