Ancient poems about begging

Wang Bo's words, "My eyes are sad, begging to be thrown into the street, and my tears are like two ripples." People's souls are broken and the streets are cold. "There is also a poem in Bai Juyi's" Selling Charcoal Weng ","The face is covered with dust and fireworks, and the ash on the temples refers to black. " "Poor clothes are simple, and my heart is worried about charcoal." "Half refers to the red, a little charcoal. "