A self-made poem expressing feelings through the moon

There are too many poems about the moon in ancient and modern China and abroad, so it is difficult to have new ideas. But it's okay to make up a few words casually.

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First, Leng Yue is like a pear flower, with mountains and waters facing people. Mo Wen has many ideas about spring, and the flute vaguely tells the years.

Second: At that time, the moon was wandering and the small leaves could not open for a long time. Dew is heavy, clothes are wet, and people are still there without the moon.

Third: I am alone in the first quarter, and others are alone. Laughter is still in my ears, accompanied by a lonely lamp.