The last sentence is your poem.

Drunk moon, sage of dreams, bewitched by flowers, you turned a deaf ear to the emperor.

Alakazam is Wan Li Road, so I can send Mingjun right away.

Bamboo horse, boy, etc.

Pay attention to Songjiang Green every year, and I want to live in the future.

He doesn't have to escape fame, now the world is half a gentleman.

A boat on the beach in the middle of the month, Wan Li dreams of you.