Ask for ancient poems about Princess Wencheng, the more the better, thank you!

Vultures fly in the air, soaring in the infinite sky.

Overlooking YUNDI City, the south is foggy.

Myanmar has a Zen mind, crossing the northwest of Sichuan.

Tears are unforgettable, but I haven't seen the princess for a long time.

Farewell to Datang Palace, the fate of Lhasa.

It's a pity that I landed in Chang 'an and my face returned to the west.

Green princess willow, hang drunk tablets.

Living with the Tibetan king, the flowers are dyed with snow dreams.

Author: Tenzin Lausanne Shen Jian

... there are many. Reprinted.