Beg for ancient poems beginning with the word "seven"?

Seven or eight stars in the horizon, two or three rain in front of the mountain-Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon

On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.

I want to be a lovebird in heaven and grow up together on the earth, two branches on a tree ...-Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow.

Seventy years old is rare.

The night before the lotus was wet,

When the wind of cassia twig is on the mountain.

How to eliminate it, you must drink more and recite more poems.

Don't bear the snow by the bamboo side alone.

Don't be lonely at the moon.

I've been fooling around. I'm stupid.

No one asked the reason for planting flowers.

I only know the smell of flowers.

Laugh in the mountains, the clouds get up early, and the birds return late. -Xin Qiji's tallest building