Ancient romantic confession poems

I'm obsessed with finding beautiful women, and I'm crazy if I don't see them for a day.

I miss Jun Jun and Duke Zhou every day.

Raise a glass to ask the evening breeze in the distance, as if holding a jade to the moon.

Weak water is even more unintentional, only reappearing in Qing Taohuawu.

I can't forget the beautiful mushroom, and I miss her very much if I don't see it for a day. I think about her every day, but I can't see her. I can't sleep at night, just hoping to meet her in my dream. Drinking wine, looking into the distance, talking to myself. Swear to the moon, I will treat this mushroom as jade in my hand. I'm not interested in other mushrooms in the rich world anymore. I just want to meet this beautiful mushroom romantically again.