Describe an ancient poem in which a real person refuses to appear.

However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.

Look for him in the crowd. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.

I didn't make an appointment to knock the chess pieces into snuff after midnight.

There is a silver jar left tonight, and meeting is even a dream.

The autumn wind has broken, the flowers have fallen, and I am eager to wear them at night.

If it is useful to you, please adopt it.