Rhymed ancient poems

The cold wind blows sadness,

The cold is all over the building.

Worried about the falling moon,

Look at the horizon.

Fanxing ordered a dress,

I feel blue at night.

Looking back, whispering,

Tears flowed into two lines.

On the other side of the flower,

Hope is sweet.

It's dark green,

I only blame Tang Qiu.