Help me write a poem under the osmanthus tree.

Hanging flowers (thinking of Taiwan Province Province)

In childhood

Lanterns walk by the river.

The child is laughing on the water.

Long-distance barge

Only the coast is waving.

Years later

Paper-cut paintings of windows

Take-out flower songs

There is no memory in the photo album

Walk through the intersection of village head

Osmanthus fragrans again

The cake is sweet and a sacrifice to the motherland.

There are wounds all over the floor

Overseas party

Ask who gave you a hairpin today.

Under the laurel tree again.

Flowers bloom early and people are old.

Beyond the mountain, the water is connected with the sky.

Let's start with ...

Morning, morning, morning. ...

Temporary writing, time is tight, there are flaws, please forgive me.