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The moonlight stirred up the breeze and blew Chen Xiao,
The drizzle slanted a piece of velvet grass,
The night was caressing the vast distance Ancient roads,
Sinking lakes hold up the turbulent bamboo grass,
Who sings and prays with the nightingale.
Lian Yu respectfully hopes to adopt it.
If there is anything wrong, please elaborate on the desired poetry style.