Poetry describing love of sports

There are:

1, the teenager rode into Xianyang, and the stork was as light as a butterfly. Cuju was watched by thousands of people, and the swing was busy all spring.

2, Zhuang Tuheng Jia Yong, refused to reach the long river. If you want to live up to your heroic ambition, you must know that there are many winners and losers. There is much noise in the mountains, and the gas makes waves. Estimated age, make peace first.

3. A few years ago, there was a beautiful Gongsun who danced her dagger from all directions. The audience is like a mountain lost between them, and the world moves back and forth with her movements. So, beautiful as a group of emperors. She began to be like a thunderbolt, venting its anger and ending the shining calm like rivers and seas. But those red lips and pearl sleeves disappeared, and no one except this student smelled of her fame. This beautiful woman from Linying, White God Town, still dances and sings happily. When we answer each other's questions, we sigh together and feel sad for the changes that have taken place. There are 8,000 ladies-in-waiting in the harem, but none of them can dance short sword like Mrs. Sun.