Seven-syllable/seven-syllable quatrain

The world of mortals has not returned, and the autumn wind blows old clothes.

I tried to send the word acacia several times, but I didn't see Xiaoxiang geese flying.

Guangling nostalgia for Xu Yuanzheng

Seven-syllable/seven-syllable metrical poem

Idle to find the old traces and check the remnants, embroidered columns and bead curtains are all melancholy.

Dong Ge's poems belong to the Ministry of Water Resources, while Zhou Yang's dreams are all Fan Chuan's.

Looking for spring is easy, the moon is fine, and the old man will never forget the grave.

It's not surprising that no one can cross a crane or tie a waist knot.