A poem with the word "Qiu"

Looking for him in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was in the dim light.

The fog is gone, the moon is gone, and Taoyuan is nowhere to be found.

No one painted Chen Jushi.

The pavilion corner is full of poetry sleeves.

Riding alone to find poetry, lazy to look at young people.

The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.

Heaven is naturally dense and lonely.

Looking around, lonely and sad.

The old people are not afraid of the cold to find a wild way, but they still take off their hats for show.