What are the poems with the word "crazy" in Lu You's poems? Please. Great gods, help!

Emerald Hu Die, a tired guest, has traveled all his life and turned over Luo Jing. Thanks to Xiaoxiang. What year is this? It's Gao Tang for Song Yu. Embroidered curtains open, incense dust rises at the beginning, lotus steps are steady, and silver candles are branches. The end of darkness. Swallows are ashamed and jealous, and butterflies are busy around bees. Unforgettable fragrant bottle is diligent in persuasion, the cold is new, and the jade leakage is still long. How much affection, only worry about the invasion of the corridor. I asked with a smile when I wanted to go home, and I was very close. The Prime Minister was mad. Break someone's intestines. Give me a vacation and spare time to get on the horse. Good things are close to home, and sorrow is like cocoon and silk. In the dream, the lake is misty and rainy, and the mountains are not heavy. Before respect, I lost the madness of my youth, and I accidentally sent away the spring talk. Flowers swallow home, sighing for years. Apricot flowers always come. Just singing and dancing. You have the golden cup. Don't sue. Look at spring and dusk. Who tied the money and wicker? Don't go again, the city eggplant urged to go. The residual red moment is nowhere to be found. All belong to the hives of Yanhu. After ten years of scattered wind, wine hides red dust. Wanjin chose to win the flower sea of warblers, relying on madness to drive youth. Playing the flute is like a dragon, and poetry is new. Self-pity is covered with shawls, and it is still official. Fenglou often thinks of the language of that year and asks what it's like to be a relative. I want to send a message to Wu Jian. I'm really free this time. Han Gong travels around the world in spring. I like listening to Chu Xia apes and learning Qin Chuanjian. Empty boats are not tied, Wan Li Jiangtian. The green temples in Zhu Yan, like the world of mortals, have nothing immortal. Why not? Songbirds kill time in the sea and send them away singing. Don't laugh and don't be careless. Look at the idle square and the deep courtyard. Gong Yan begonia banquet, flowers covered with golden boats. If the rafters draw candles, when the wine stops, the torches blow smoke. The message said, an old couple in Beijing, please don't change a towel for the story of losing Sim. Nothing can be achieved when you grow old together. Flowers and flies have long known that spring has faded, so it is better to let them go at night. It's unfair that mistress doesn't drink. Jade Qing Sea is now Taiping Pass, and Meyer Sang Village is here to send this life. The sword sings to you, pillow the sword, and talk at night. People say that the sword turns into a dragon and fears the wind; Otherwise, you are angry and mad, just think about it. Open the sword with wine: the treasure should be hidden, and those who don't know you come from time to time. Where there is a box, is Hu Weiming unfair? Yan Ying, north window, less than five feet long, a surname can drink one stone. The fame of the old man is not enough to sigh, and the funny world is not what it used to be. When I made friends for a while, I didn't expect Pengmen to be silent now! Chen Shi has been a scholar for thousands of years, so this is a regrettable world that has long died. Sven shows that there is life in the end, and Tao calmly promotes non-manpower. I am an old farmer in Jishan today. I/kloc-what's the advantage of not dying at the age of 0/00? There must be someone in the afterlife who can hide as an enemy? Don't be surprised at your madness, but you are still silent at the north window. Bedbon's old books are full of poems and plays, and court proceedings are like a wall. The case above is vast, the wine is sour and cold, and the bed is screaming wildly. An old friend came to ask for a letter. I'm afraid officials are busy all year round. A cold turtle wants to hide something, but does a sick horse dare to turn back? The sundial receded a little, and the hills clustered in the east room of the bamboo hall. Hu 'er smells good in a copper furnace, and Chu Sao is unlucky for me. It is not easy to cure fatigue behind closed doors, but it is suitable for sleeping. I greeted guests crazily, so thin that I couldn't put on my clothes and regretted writing poems. Counting notes, hiding books, forgetting the taste of the world, half-baked spring tea. Lonely at the end of the year, you are not embarrassed, this is a very strange seclusion period. It's too difficult. Give me extra points ...