Help me think of a poem I wrote, don't copy it. It is best to conform to what a sixth-grade student can think of and imitate the market in the sky.

The trees in the distance are dancing,

Like laurel trees in a cold moon palace.

The icy moon in the sky. Now,

There seems to be a laurel tree inside.

I think the endless night sky,

There must be a magnificent palace.

Some things in the palace,

It must be a rare thing in the world.

You see, the transparent moon palace,

It must not be very cold.

Chang 'e V was just in the Moon Palace.

Must be carefree.

I think now,

You must dance in the palace.

If you don't believe me, please look at that meteor.

That's their light posture.