Can anyone help recommend some famous poems by Shu Ting and Yesening?

Birch. In front of my window, there was a birch tree, as if coated with silver frost, covered in snowflakes.

The fluffy branches, the snow-embroidered flower finches are chic, the strings of flower spikes are blooming, and the white tassels are picturesque.

In the hazy silence, the jade stood this white birch, in the brilliant golden glow.

Sparkling snowflakes.

The birch wandered around.

The morning glow came belatedly, and it slid into the snowy branches and > a layer of silver brilliance.

Yesenin's poems are all very vivid images of returning to the oak, for example, the night river water written by Yesenin quietly flows into the dream like a wither, the dark pine forest loses its noise, your song cough cough, silent, the horned rooster no longer shouts that the night is coming, leaking like a silence in all directions, only to hear the stream singing softly, the moon and the moon scattering its brilliance, covering everything around with silver, the big river forest and the small stream silver waves.

White birch, the sound of a Moscow tavern, lovely hometown, night, etc.

1, "Stars".

Bright as a touching star, a star high in the sky!

What is contained in you and what is hidden?

Ah, the stars that melt deep thoughts;

With what force have you captured my heart? Dense stars, crowded stars!

What makes you beautiful and what makes you strong?

The stars in the sky, what do you use;

Attracting the great power of thirst for knowledge?

2, "First Snow".

I rode the sleigh in the wilderness quietly, and the snow powder rustled under the horses' hooves. Banquet sales.

There was only a flock of noisy grey crows, constantly fluttering on the grass.

The forest was enchanted by the invisible man, who snoozed in the myth of dreams.

The pine trees are like tying up, white triangular turbans.

Like a scumbag talking about an old woman, bent over, on crutches.

3, "I Remember".

I remember, my dear, remember;

The glitter of your soft hair;

Fate has left me from you;

My heart is heavy and sad.

I remember those autumn nights;

The shadow of the birch tree is shaking;

May the days be short;

May the moonlight shine longer.

4, "Dream".

In the gloomy jungle of green spruce, the leaves of the withered willow trees are turning yellow.

I came to the steep shore and the waves crashed calmly against the bay.

The two moons shook their horns and stirred up ripples with yellow smoke.

The surface of the lake was indistinguishable from the floating weeds, and the gull whimpered softly in the marsh.

5. "Moonlight, Nightingale and Roses in the Field".

I remember, my dear, remember;

The sparkle of your hair when you have to leave home.

My heart is heavy and melancholy, and I remember the autumn leaves.

the rustling of the shadows of the birch trees;

Although the days were short then;

The moon shines longer.

1, "Stars".

Bright stars, high stars!

What is contained in you and what is hidden?

Ah, the stars that melt deep thoughts;

With what force have you captured my heart? Dense stars, crowded stars!

What makes you beautiful and what makes you strong?

The stars in the sky, what do you use;

Attracting the great power of thirst for knowledge?

2, "The First Time Like Touching Snow".

I rode the sleigh in the wilderness quietly, and the snow powder rustled under the horses' hooves.

There was only a flock of noisy grey crows, constantly fluttering on the grass.

The forest was enchanted by the invisible man, who snoozed in the myth of dreams.

The pine trees are like tying up, white triangular turbans.

Live like an old woman, bent over and on crutches.

3, "I Remember".

I remember, my dear, remember;

The glitter of your soft hair;

Fate has left me from you;

My heart is heavy and sad.

I remember those autumn nights;

The shadows of the birch trees are shaking;

May the days be short;

May the moonlight shine longer.

4, "Dream".

In the gloomy jungle of green spruce, the leaves of the withered willow trees are turning yellow.

I came to the steep shore and the waves crashed calmly against the bay.

The two moons shook their horns and stirred up ripples with yellow smoke.

The surface of the lake was indistinguishable from the floating weeds, and the gull whimpered softly in the marsh.

5. "Moonlight, Nightingale and Roses in the Field".

I remember, my dear, remember;

The sparkle of your hair when you have to leave home.

My heart is heavy and melancholy, and I remember the autumn leaves.

the rustling of the shadows of the birch trees;

Although the days were short then;

The moon shines longer.

Yesenin's short poems include "White Birch", "Flower Filial Piety Buries Your Head Lower", "Night", "What Is Lost Will Never Come Back", "Letter to My Mother", "I Don't Sigh, Call and Cry", "Song of the Dog", "I Remember", "Lovely Hometown", "I Say Goodbye to My Socks and Ride the House Where I Was Born".

The river quietly flows into sleepland, come.

The dark pine forest is lost.

Go loud. The nightingale's song fell silent, and the long-legged coot ceased to rejoice.

When night came, it was quiet all around, and only the stream could be heard singing softly.

The bright moon casts its brilliance and clothes everything around it in silver.

The big river has ten thousand silver stars, and the small stream has a slight ripple of silver waves.

The grass on the flooded field also shone silver.

When night comes, there is silence all around, and nature is immersed in sleep.

The bright moon casts its brilliance and clothes everything around it in silver.

There are many such as the moonlight, the nightingale and the roses in the field

There are light blue flames blazing.