Xu's poems

1, who reads the west wind alone? Rustling yellow leaves close the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the mountain. It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea. -"Huanxisha" Nalan Rong Ruo. Know how to cherish the fate between you and her. The name can be Xu Huanxi, a woman like water, a quiet but unforgettable existence.

2, there are creeping weeds in the wild, and there is no dew. A beautiful woman is walking on the road, very beautiful. It's perfect for me to meet a real coincidence. I can't remember the details from the Book of Songs. The name can be Xu Manxi.