Are there any poems that can express my feelings?

How deep is Liang Zhu's yard? The willow piles up smoke, but the curtain is not heavy. Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road. March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring. Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing. Jade case (Yuanxi) Thousands of trees are blooming in the east wind night, and the stars are raining. The BMW carved cars are full of incense, the phoenix flute rings, the jade pot flashes, and the dragons and dragons dance together all night. Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone. Looking for her in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit. A plum, red, fragrant, residual jade and autumn; Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word "wild goose" returns, the moon is full of the West Building, the flowers float with the water, and one kind of lovesickness is at leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water. When will the water stop? When did this hatred ever happen? I just hope your heart is the same as mine, don't miss me! Partridge day multicolored sleeves diligently holding the jade clock, but in those days, it was drunk. We danced and sang heartily, exhausted, and shook the peach fan feebly, from the late-night dance of Liushao Moon until the roof outside the house fell in the middle of the night. Since that parting, I have always missed that beautiful meeting and hugged you in my dream many times. Tonight, I look at you with a silver lamp, but I'm afraid this meeting is in my dream. Lou Yu is green in spring, and it is easy to go when you are young. The dream on the roof is five minutes old, and it rains in March at the end of the flower. Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands. Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time. The monarch is a rock, and the concubine is a thin reed. Puwei is as tough as silk, and the rocks are not transferred.