Poetry of a Black Cat (rhyming)

? Bright moon, begonia.

The light is half dim? , hidden in the dark.

? Gently break the branches and smell the flowers.

? Whose jade flute is full of waves.

? Next to the boudoir screen, the silver saddle and white horse are downstairs.

? Join hands with the garden for a spring outing, but let the teenagers travel around the world.

? On the contrary, I asked the Iraqis if they would wait for me to come back.

? I dream tonight, and the moonlight shines on the water.

? The gentleman in white wants to travel far, but the beauty is slightly worried.

? There are more birds in the air and people have dispersed from the pavilion.

? Jasper streamer, young and lonely.

There are many words, but there are still feelings.

Think of you, not old.