Poetry contest! (self-written poems bloom gorgeously)

I wrote it in May,

Stealing flowers is also impermanent:

See a single source, stuffy chest.

After Wu Month, it hurt the ileum.

I have hated Changqing for worrying about the bright moon for a long time.

I want to be disappointed in the mirror heart, and the moon dances with the temple.

Bloom's flowers are falling, and the wind can't be forgotten.

The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool, and the vegetation shakes and exposes frost.

Who doesn't care about stepping on flowers and trees?

Autumn leaves people worried, and Hongyan flies south to worry about guests.

Bananas don't rain or roar. Bananas say it's crisp in the evening and autumn.

Sauvignon Blanc, don't look back.

When will you stop thinking?

Looking at the past, the clouds are on the mountains.

Where does sorrow come from? Iraqis tried their best to lock the windows.

Daiyu floated gracefully, singing "Buried Flowers":

Stealing flowers and hoes and crying alone, watching the blood stains on the branches in the sky.

Guan Luo's "Hezhou" is a gentle and graceful lady, and a gentleman is good.

When singing outside Nagato at night, people in Sri Lanka will never look back.

I stand in my eyes, and I will be in the morning before the next step.

Tomorrow, I will be as drunk as a fiddler and my eyes will be wobbly.

The ancients said that parting is bitter, and I once wrote a generous fu:

Yang left his old friend and waved Ren Erxiao to go swimming.

Now I know the taste of sadness, and I don't say anything to hide my sadness.

Not that, not that!

There should be no hatred for the disabled, so what's wrong with wrong love?

Byakki Smoker's face, broken hair pillow, especially like lingering fragrance.

The bright moon is comfortable in the sky, and palindromes are hurt alone.

I woke up at night, thinking of my youth, touching my clothes and crying.

Looking at the cool night by pulling the window, the moon is clear and cloudy.

The round toad urges the guest to sleep, and the black magpie crows far away.

Staring at the bright moon on the horizon,

The so-called Iraqis are on the water side.