There are trees in the mountains and branches in the trees. I wonder if _ _ _ _ has a poem with similar meaning to this one ... implying that I like her.

Feng Qiu Qin Huang ge

If there is a beauty, I will never forget it. If I don't see it for a day, I will think crazily.

The phoenix flies high, and the four seas seek to burn. But the beauty is not in the east wall.

Instead of Qin, talk about your heart. When I see Xu Xi, it will comfort me.

I am willing to match my words with my deeds and work hand in hand with my generals. I can't fly. It's ruining me.