200-word ancient poetry

On the river, the geese just flew south, and they made friends with wine and hip flask mountain. Silver flowers shine like bright lanterns on the tree. On this night, the bridge leading to bright stars opens.

The crowd is surging and the dust is flying under the horseshoe; Moonlight shines in every corner, where people can see the moon overhead.

The singer in the moonlight, dressed in makeup, sang Plum Blossom.

The capital has been abolished, so don't worry about the timing of leaking jade. Don't let the only midnight snack pass by in a hurry this year. Laughter makes people laugh, when chrysanthemums are in full bloom.

Only by indulging in the Double Ninth Festival, there is no need to sigh and hate the afterglow of the sunset.

After all, life is a short history, so why do you cry like Qi Jinggong? There are many miscellaneous trees in the atrium, most of which are plum trees. Why are you alone? Reading frost can make flowers, but dew can make them solid. Shake the spring breeze to charm the spring day, read the wind in a hurry, with or without frost. I'll bother you to fold one at once.

Only the spring breeze knows how to cherish it best, and still holds the trunk that I have left affectionately.