Lu Qingjin -- Qingqing Zijin, lingers in my heart.
Lu Yifei -- In the past, I left, and the willows were Yiyi. Now I come to think about it, the rain and snow are falling.
Lu Jiasheng -- The deer roars, eating the apples in the wild. I have guests who play the harp and sheng.
I can only think of these few, you can choose.