A poem with "nothing"

I didn't intend to bring a few flowers, but I picked butterflies and went down the mountain. -Zhu Qing Su Jing's "The Woodcutter's Word"

The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. -Don Wei Wu Ying is in Chuzhou, on the bank of Xixi.

Cijiang chengzi

Ten years of life and death are two boundless.

Never think, never forget.

A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.

Even if we don't know each other when we meet,

Face covered with dust, temples like frost.

When night came, my dream suddenly came home.

Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.

Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears

It is expected that the heartbreak will break every year.

Moonlight night, short matsuoka.

In autumn, the bushes, like Taoist priests, are more and more inclined around the fence.

It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless. (Yuan Zhen's Chrysanthemum)

The dew is wet in the lonely east, according to the former gold and the sediment.

Children in the world have no high rhyme, only look at the flowers on the Double Ninth Festival. (Fan Ceng's "Three Chrysanthemums after Double Ninth Festival")

Tao Yuanming

Drinking-Fifth:

Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots. What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.

The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say.

Sorry, time and ability are limited. That's all I've found so far. I hope it helps you.