Who can help me make a poem with seven verses and seven rhythms? ! !

Tears turn Qingxi into a fish in a dream, and the fish in the stream are free.

If the heart is cold, it will be warm, and from the month to the full moon, I am always afraid of deficiency.

Micro-swifts fly green willows, and the breeze blows the flowers long.

The Zhu Yan Mirror looks at each other today. Which is Ying Ying?

The breeze has a letter attached to the moon, and it is infatuated with autumn. A leaf in late autumn, a piece of text is hard to understand the heart of the moon.