Ancient poems describing pavilions

Master Wang Yuan's The West Chamber? Farewell Pavilion: (The wife and elders go to the pavilion, cloud) Send Zhang Sheng back to Beijing today and hold a banquet in the pavilion ten miles away; My elders and I went first, but Zhang Sheng and Teacher Zhang didn't come. (Dan, Mo and Hong are the same as above) It's sad to be sent to court today. It's late autumn weather, so annoying! "Sorrow and joy gather for a glass of wine, and go north and south on Wan Li Road." In the main hall, the sky is clear in Wan Li, and the yellow flowers are close to the west wind, flying north and south. Who is drunk in Xiao Lai's frost forest? Always in tears. Rolling hydrangea hates meeting each other late and complaining about illness. It is difficult to tie a willow with a long jade, but hate it in the forest. The horse limped and the car followed quickly, but he told Acacia to avoid it and left early. Hearing the word "go also", Jinchuan was released; Seeing the Shili Pavilion in the distance, my muscles dropped: Who knows this hate?

Han Zhuo Wenjun's Letter to Sima Xiangru: After a farewell, the suspense between the two places was only in March and April. Who knows that in May and June, the lyre was unintentionally played, and the eight-part essay could not be passed down, and the nine-ring chain was broken. Ten-mile pavilion is urgent to wear, and there is no resentment. There are thousands of words, bored, looking up at the lonely goose. In August, the Mid-Autumn Festival is not round. In July and a half, I burned incense and held candles to ask the sky. In the dog days of June, everyone shakes my heart. In May, pomegranates are like fire. In April, loquat is not yellow. I want to look in the mirror. I'm in a hurry. In March, the peach blossoms turn with the water, and the kite string is broken. Lang Lang, I wish you were a woman and I was a man in the next life!