(urgent) A beautiful composition about hymns.

I am often moved by my friends' poems and songs, and by the sincere words of graceful feelings. Wind, flowers, snow, moon, bamboo flute and Yu Di, all the most perfect things in the world are so far away from real life. And many things happened around you, you can forget, you can also give up all kinds of troubles and hardships, but you can't forget that nostalgia. Especially the memory of that moonlit night. When you embark on a wandering journey, you can raise the sail of love and set sail in the ocean of mind and the storm of life. What melody should echo in your ear, what memory should be awakened quietly, but the legend of eternal love has performed the most bitter interpretation in the Grand View Garden. When life is blowing in the wind, nothing can surpass this ruthlessness and tragic. Gradually, I am used to thinking in rainy and windy days, describing my own dribs and drabs in words, encouraging myself in words, and bringing myself a little surprise and pride in words. I am glad that under this sky, I am still pure and sincere, and nothing can extinguish the enthusiasm of youth and break the wings of hope. Although there will be loneliness and loneliness in lost days, as I said, it is also a kind of sadness, which can be the same. Facing the watery moonlight, the poet Li Qingzhao's A Piece of Plum has a lingering fragrance of red lotus root. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building. Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. This heart sound, like yesterday's oratorio, clearly echoes in the ear, as if telling the bitterness in the heart. On a moonlit night, I miss you faintly. Can you not think of Su Shi's "Water Tune Song Tou", "I wish people a long time and a thousand miles of beauty"? On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, it is difficult to achieve the artistic conception of these two sentences by connecting all the sighs in series. All people are enjoying the beauty of the moonlit night. Is this habit unique to me? Sorrow is like water, and water is like sorrow. The true feelings of Li Yu, the king of national subjugation, shouted: "How much sorrow can you have, just like a river flowing eastward." If you live and work in peace and contentment like a civilian, how can there be such a thing? Maybe this is its real price. Nothing is not worth it. Sometimes, assuming that it seems redundant or far-fetched, the water still flows eastward, and sorrow is equally immortal. How many sleepless nights, but let them go with the water, if the water is me, I will cry, if I am clean water, I will not look back. Is this kind of worry unique to him?