Are there any ancient poems about Grain Rain?

Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.

-"The Book of Songs, Drumming"

Once, you bathed in the mirror and changed clothes.

Your skin is like snow, your charming breasts and flowers.

Floating in the mirror

We met in the mirror, three minutes later.

How much is this life?

Once, life was a nightmare.

Once, the person I loved was a shadow.

The daughter left, and a glass of wine was full of joy.

You brought me the sunset and gold of the previous dynasty.

Not now. There's nobody here.

You have become a tear in my eyes.

We hugged and kissed in the mirror.

I wanted to love you, but you left.