(imitate
Fei Qing
Context is it)
Wandering in the cold night, or whispering, screaming over the fence, climbing to say goodbye. Send Liu Guang tomahawk in the month, and the curtain inclines with the figure. A pool of mirrors washes the toad and learns to wear a shawl.
Horseshoes and broken pears,
A face without makeup
Whatever you choose. He Shuchuan, lying on his back watching Liang Jianyan, is better than the wings and the sunset glow. Tears on the pillow are wet, I go far, I hang my concubine Nong.
I wrote one a long time ago. I didn't follow the formal rules of writing, but I like it.