A beautiful poem begins with flowers and ends with mistakes.

Why is Sanya late? Ear fever is a flower in the eyes. Just like the white lotus in the glass cup, the gold ring on the hilt is the brilliant plating of the sun and the moon. (This is better)

The table is intertwined and the seats are salty and noisy.

Hating the wind and falling flowers, endless spring scenery comes to heaven and earth.

Green pear hill, flowers, jittery.

The palace is scattered and painted on the peak.

Startled to kill the girl who embroidered the bed in the East Palace, killed the dim flowers by mistake, and crushed the sandalwood flowers.

Playing chess in the middle of the night, snuff waterfall. Borneol piled high and gold was misplaced,

Flowers, flowers. Depth, Fenpa. Condensed into snow, wrong into chardonnay.

Staggered yellow halo pressed sandalwood.

I hope I can help you!