The poem "Begonia" is: Begonia is not asleep, the dew is dripping with the slanting moon, and the curtain is countless. Amidst the sound of the jade flute, the lonely building is cold and the daughter is extremely sad. The spring breeze pavilion, still drawing pictures, the setting sun grass and trees. On this night of the year, who makes the beauty look haggard? The poem "Sending the Son to the Khitan" is as follows: The bright moon does not know the pain of separation and hatred, and the slanting light penetrates the Zhuhu at dawn. Last night the wind opened and exposed the peaches on the well, and the moon in Weiyang's front hall protected them. A pretty girl with short hair, bright eyes and white teeth, how young is she? Willows and spring remnants have returned to the steps, and their clothes are covered with green in laughter.