Poetry about "self" and "empty" It is best if these two words are in one poem.

No one can be seen in Lu Chai Wang Weikong Mountain, but people can hear their voices. Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again. "Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers" Du Fu and Huang Si's mother's house is full of flowers, with thousands of flowers. The flowers are hanging low on the branches. The butterflies are hanging around and dancing all the time, and the orioles are chirping at ease. Where can I find the ancestral hall of Prime Minister Wang Wei of Shu? Outside Jinguan City, there are thick trees. The green grass on the steps reflects the spring...