What is the poem about prostitutes?

Emerald color even barren shore, smoke posture into the distant building; In spring, the shadows of trees spread and the flowers fall to catch people's heads.

Rooted in the old Tibetan fish cave, the bottom of the branch is a guest boat; On a stormy night, nightmares added to sadness.

Play another song.

Shame on sleeves, worry about spring and lazy makeup; It's easier to find priceless treasure than to have a lover.

Tears are hidden on the pillow, and flowers are dark and heartbroken; You can spy out why Song Yu hates Wang Chang.

Sing a song of Li Bai

Bring prostitutes to Dongshan, and spring will come halfway. Looking at peaches and plums from a distance, it opens in the mirror.

Dancing two beauties, swaying like a fairy. If you stay happy, you won't be tired. When you are awake, you will come to spin.

There is also a poor scholar named Du Fu.

When the rain comes to the table, the wind bows. The wetter the red skirt, the sadder Yanji Cui Dai is.

The cable invaded the dike willow system, and the curtain floated like waves. Go back to Xiaosa and Pitang in May and Autumn.