Ancient vehicle poems

Gongming sword frost, autumn wind out of Xianyang. -Ling Huchu's Journey of Four Boys, Part III

There is a rickshaw, Yan Rushun-hua. -Anonymous "There is a lesbian car"

Cowherd's child sat on the cow's back and casually played the tune with piccolo. -Lei Zhen's "Country Night"

Who seems to be a son, riding a green donkey in the clouds? -Li He's "Bitter Days are Short"