What are Wang Mian's ancient poems? Please give an example.

Meng Siwang and Mian Yunshou, an old scholar in Chu Shi, have a profound knowledge of ancient calligraphy. One hundred Guangdong Sanwu is called a unique step, and one-eighth of the words are straight. Look at the red rain outside the peach blossom pass and sit in the shade in front of Yangliutang. Today, I have forgotten this scene, and it is sad to break the monument and destroy it. Seven Laws of Jinling Wang Yuan Mianchuncao flowers in front of Shangxin Pavilion, willow buds in Shangxin Your Excellency. Zhang Lihua can't accept this work, nor can he talk about the demise of Han Qinhu. Visiting the country through the ages, several heroes sighed. Wild old people encounter idle advice, and the Six Dynasties Palace Que sang horses. Wang Yuan Sleeping Mountain Spirit, a seven-law tour of Linjiang Temple, originally loved Shan Nong, but it happened again when he boarded the plane. There are many strange stones floating in the sea, and there are pine trees on the clouds. Forget the birds in the shallow stream, forget the dragons in the deep hole without rain. Now the sky is full of armor, and the haze is high here. Seven methods of flowers, trees and bamboos Wang Yuan cotton flowers, trees and bamboos have uneven shade and overgrown with stones and moss, but they live in seclusion like a small Penglai. The mountain light sits in Yun Lan, the water color shakes the sky, and the white rain opens. If you are excited, you might as well find a sentence, but you can forget the machine and win the cup. The host loves the guests very much and is very smart, so I can bring the piano every day. Seven laws, even the city walls, Wang Mian on April 8, the wind and rain rested, and the old house lake was high. Wearing classic clothes to sell wine is also drunk, and riding a horse to see flowers is also tiring. Haiguo is still singing and crawling. Who do you recommend to enjoy cherry blossoms in the mountains? Long Yuan was incompetent, so later generations called him Hu Haihao. Seven laws, return to Yuan, Wang Mian's head is white and looks unfamiliar. My master knows my name. Friends make them grow old and drift away, while children grow up year after year. Wild plum blossoms are still antique, and the mountains and winds blow and rain cool. I like Weng's truth best, and the wine is full of fragrance. The Seven Laws sent a few dollars to Xu Zhong. Wang Mian's tower pillow Wolong, stone as a hero. Poetry matches, begging for food or looking like a face. Orchid province is different, but the thatched cottage is in the painting hall. When old friends meet, they have nothing to talk about, laughing at the pine flowers falling in the evening breeze. Five laws, two applications for the cloud, one yuan, the desolate city of Wang Mian is more ancient and sunny. Sunny and quiet in Shan Ye, crisp and spacious in autumn. Alone with kites and cranes, hungry and close to pedestrians. Feeling things increase melancholy, who can feel this? Five Laws, Second Application, Tuzi's Di Yun, its duality, Southeast Rock Gully in Wang Mian, what do wanderers want? The wild birds are frightened to fly, but the boat is late. If you are pregnant, you must be drunk and write a poem about the scene. When Xie Wang passed by, it was as depressed as before. Five methods, two practices, and Di Yun, the soil, its three elements, the autumn wind in Wang Mian Sea is strong and the rain in Jiangcheng River is weak. The clouds in the gorge are low and the drums are thundering. When does the grass rest? Castle peak is eternal. Time is like a passer-by, and I have to talk about it. Five methods and two practices, painting clouds, its four yuan, Wang Mian white hair fighting, castle peak dark. Insects joined hands with five horses to attack Sangong one foot at a time. The waves in the East China Sea are black and the grass trees in the Central Plains are red. Who will believe the spring breeze at the bottom? We are well aware that Wang asked Wang Yiyuan to investigate depression in Wang Mian. Everyone loves me, but I care about the jar alone. The autumn wind in the old country is bleak, and it rains in the deserted city. More fun in leisure is not in the deepest cup.