What is the most insane ancient poem you have ever heard?

Wei Zhuang's Qin Fu Yin, the Three Wonders of Yuefu. There is a passage about the miserable scene of aristocratic civilians being humiliated after Huang Chao's army invaded Chang 'an. These women were ignorant of the world in the boudoir in the heyday, and they were suddenly killed in troubled times, which was very unbearable to read. There is a new painting of a female eyebrow in the east, and I don't know the price. Long ge can hold the Rong car, and when he looks back, he is full of tears. Learn to sew the flag by spinning the gold thread, and then go to the saddle carving to teach you to walk. Sometimes I see my lover right away, afraid to look back and shed tears; There is a jurchen fairy in the west, cutting autumn waters with an inch of horizontal waves. Dressed up as a mirror, I don't know anything about foreign affairs at a young age. The lady jumped up the golden steps, half-shouldered and ashamed. He refused to go out of Zhumen, and died under the knife of red powder and balsam. There are women in the south who don't remember their surnames. Yesterday, good media recruited them. There is no smell on the glazed steps, and the jade curtain is empty. Suddenly I saw the blade ringing in the court, and my head was scattered in a moment. Face upwards and cry, and the female brothers and sisters go into the well together; The young women in the north are pushing each other, and the clouds are dismantled and the eyebrows are green. I have heard that the high door is broken, so I don't feel like climbing to the heavy house. In an instant, flames came from all sides, and I wanted to go down the ladder and destroy it. Shouting for help in the smoke, the corpse hanging on the beam has been turned to ashes.