You need 40 poems. Not so long. The best is five words.

Zhu wangwei

I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.

Li Bai, smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a spring night.

Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles. In this nocturne, everyone is very happy.

"Send Lin Che to the master" Liu Shangqing

Blue chikurinji, near the distant bell in the middle of the night. The sunset with a hat gradually returned to Qingshan.