Is there a poem that contains Mix, I love you?

The morning is heavy, the frost withers the grass, and the fog covers the city. Nanmo's fat car is ready to go, and the East Gate is drinking. This is a slap in the face and a knot. Cover up red tears, jade hands fold. Why go to Hanpu and Li Hong? Time has changed, and the sound has been lost. I am eager to see the distant earth and the vast sky. It's cold to the dew, no one can go, and I can't breathe because of the cold. Everything is unforgettable, but it is faint. Cui Zun is tireless, and I can keep the West Building Moon when I break the clouds. Banded light eliminates wrinkles and old incense decomposes. The song of resentment is eternal, and Joan's pot is knocked out. I hate that spring is gone and I don't know anyone. It fills the night and empty space with pear blossoms and snow.