Ask for a few poems with light fame and fortune, and there are no restrictions on the authors of past dynasties.

Wealth is a human dream, and reputation is a gull. Yuefu sang Li Bai Mulan's boat in the sand, and Jin Guan sat at both ends. There are thousands of guests in the wine, and prostitutes go with the flow. The immortal in the Yellow Crane Tower is still waiting for the Yellow Crane to leave, but I have no heart to swim with Bai Ou on foot this time. Xing Han put pen to paper, shook the five mountains, and became a poem in Cangzhou. Qu Ping's Ci hangs the sun and the moon, and Chu Wang's pavilion is empty. If fame and wealth can be used in the Han River, I am afraid that the northwest will be fought back by the northwest. He, Tian Chong and Liu Yong are on the gold list. My husband looks at the tap. The temporary legacy of the Ming dynasty. If you fail, you must struggle. There's no need to talk about mourning. A talented scholar and poet naturally wears white clothes. Yanhua alley is a stranger, as Danqing barrier. Fortunately, there are people in the right place, I can look for them. And snuggled up to the red jade, had an affair, and life was smooth sailing. Youth is a soldier. Endure superficial fame and sing shallowly.