A poem, more than 3 bars, more than 4 sentences per bar.

Late Tanabata,

In July, autumn awn was faintly injured.

Hang the net on the other side,

Fishermen by the river are covered with autumn frost.

Catkin flying

The air is filled with kitchen smoke,

On Tanabata, Hongluan was anxious to tell each other.

Jade bird always feels that she is too busy to pass the books on the paper roll.

Cross the magpie bridge,

A sign was opened in the temple and sorrow was buried.

Until lovers visit and look at each other.

Promise to be by your side forever.

Matchmaker next door is looking forward to it.

I always think about my hometown under the moon.

A farewell song, wine turns into sadness,

How much acacia overflows the eyes,

Unforgettable now

I want to know who is next to you.

Night dew cream,

The paper fan shook slightly and blew all over the floor.

A strand of hair, income sachet.

Goodbye is futile, and it will only increase sadness.

Fate dissipates three thousand miles. 、

White clouds and pale dogs dream of the past,

I changed a pair of red medicine at the window.

A cup of tea,

It's hard to think about life now,

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Luzhou full moon

Catkin flying, red Qiang first appeared.

I feel sorry for a little drink,

The cold season changed after the spring breeze.

Several piles of autumn leaves fell to the window.

Wake up from the bamboo slips in front of you

Review the preface of this film.

Blow out the candles and come to the curtain.

But seeing the bright moon as snow

Love in the rain

Disappearing testimony

The windowsill is looming.

Swinging string moon

Wandering world

For whom does it evoke a trace of parting?

Three thousand words is just a few words.

Go to the moon in the past year.

Your smiling mouth is stuck in front of me.

Draw a pen and relax the volume.

Light ink hook line

Today's month is no longer as round as it used to be.

Full moon in Luzhou

When will it appear again?

Manual reel

Has gradually disappeared with the wind

Break my heart.

The memory of that year stopped in the west wing,