I will send you a poem I wrote for the online game Swordsman World!
The sharp sword of this life
It is not sad to sit in a lonely village
Go to the dark clouds for the country
The three feet in the palm are not cold Less
Caressing the palm of your hand gently to recall the past
The white hair on the temples will live up to the years
You will never know the feeling of sorrow
The beginning of the road is empty. Extraordinary
Muxiu is ignorant in the forest
Meilin meets Liang Xiangle
Qin and sword have known each other since then
How can things always go as planned?
The harp is not a harp and the sword is not a sword
The sword is intoxicated from now on
Where does the man point the sword?
The sound of the harp breaks the silence and the water rises
The pink hair on the temples is already broken
Who knows that a sharp sword is easy to break
A beautiful woman is even more likely to die
Sigh, sigh, sigh
The sound of the yellow mouth wakes people up
Chousi will never be healed in this life
Strictly speaking, it is very wrong, has little rhyme, is not mature, and even its name is not very fitting. But I don’t want to write a jingle, nor do I want to write something very empty...
It seems that the text is a little off-topic, and it is not a modern poem...