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 a guest who plays the drum, harp, and sheng.

I can only think of these few, you can choose.