Write ancient poems that men and women can't be together because of the identity gap, the more the better! ! ! Please answer! ! !

Drunk enough to shoot the spring shirt and cherish the old fragrance, the day will stay annoying. On the road, the annual autumn grass pushes Chinese and Japanese architecture to the sunset. When the clouds are boundless and the water is boundless, how long will pedestrians cry? Acacia words are not censored, so why bother to write them on letters? It takes a thousand lines of tears. Even, you and I agreed for a hundred years. If anyone dies at the age of 97, Naiheqiao has a good card for three years, half dust and half sand. My name is Tian's eyes, and the wind and frost combine to spend a cup of spring. How many Guanshan souls dream of a long fish and goose book? Less drunk, eye-catching dreams, poor teenagers only care about acacia old materials. When the moon sets and dawn comes, they jump back and greet the door with a faint smile. Look at my red makeup, old moon, cold Qian Shan, cold Jiang Bi. Who do you just want to go to? On the ice cliff, snow lotus falls like stars. Who are you listening to? Fingers are covered with moss and seldom play new songs. Fat and thin, the jade toad is round and short, and the Kunlun Mountain is snowy. Tilt the big dipper, drink the Milky Way, and I am drunk with the bright moon. It's a pity that the spring breeze all night is like autumn leaves, and it's also the flowering season. Morning dew is epiphyllum, so far away, and humanity is the nine songs of the Yellow River. After all, go east. Eight thousand years old jade, a night of glory, ask heaven why this life? Last night, the wind blew, and I heard who counted, nine Wan Li firmaments, who was with * * *? The Millennium Beidou, Yao Palace is bitter and cold. If it is not a fairy couple, it is a century-old river and lake! I live in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River and you live in the lower reaches. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water. The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward for a long time, and I don't know when it will stop, and neither will their lovesickness and parting hatred. I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning. You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born. You hate that I was born late, and I hate that you were born early. You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born. Hate is not born at the same time. Hello every day. I was born before you were born, but you were born when I was old. I am far away from you, and you are far away from me. I was born before you were born, but you were born when I was old. Become a butterfly, look for flowers every night and live in the grass. Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. In the afterglow of the grass, no one will lean on the fence and be silent. I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.