What illusory poems are there on the Internet?

Xu Zhimo: She's asleep, she's asleep-a white lotus under the starlight, she's in a dream-a wisp of Robbie smoke curled up in the incense burner. She fell asleep-the noisy strings were silenced by the spring water, and she fell asleep-pink butterflies, emerald butterflies, roaring love. Breathe evenly: Qingfen permeates the atmosphere around her.