Please find some poems.

Liu Yong's Yulinling: Since ancient times, it is even worse than the Cold and Autumn Festival! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. Xin Qiji's Magnolia Slow: An old friend of Chang 'an asked me: My heart is still crying. In the autumn night, the eyes are broken and the geese are falling, and the empty strings are drunk. "Jade Case": The crowd searched for him for thousands of Baidu, suddenly looking back, people were there, and the lights were dim. Bodhisattva Man: Yugutai fell into Qingjiang River, and many pedestrians shed tears. Looking at Chang 'an in the northwest, there are countless poor mountains. Castle peak can't cover up, after all, it flows east. I am worried at dusk, and the partridges are heard in the mountains. Li Qingzhao's Memories of Flute Blowing on Phoenix Terrace: The fragrance is cold and golden, and the waves turn red. I get up and comb my hair. Ren Bao is full of dust, curtain hook. I'm afraid to leave my arms. I don't want to say anything. New arrivals are thin, not dry wine, not sad autumn. Take a break and go back. It's hard to stay in Yangguan for a thousand times. Read Wu Lingren far, smoke locks Qin Lou. Only the running water in front of the building should remember me and stare at me all day. Looking at the place, I have added new worries since then.