Adapting the lyrics of ancient poetry

Sitting up in critical condition, climbing over the female wall at night.

Sit up when you are dying. If the wall refuses, I will obey you.

Sitting up on my deathbed, I remembered that my clothes had not been washed.

Sitting up critically ill, smiling and asking where the guest came from.

When my parents heard that my daughter was coming, they braced themselves and went to Qingchi.

So the foot of my bed is bright and I sleep with mosquito-repellent incense.

Excuse me, where is the restaurant? An almond is coming out of the wall.

When will the bright moon shine on me?

On this day last year, in this door, the lotus flowers that reflected sunlight were different in color.

Climbing over the eaves and climbing over the walls, three thousands of feet, people grow tall and hate water and grow east.

I met her a long time ago, but since we parted and said goodbye to the west wind year after year, the time has become longer.

Tomorrow I will loosen my hair and take a fishing boat, so I will leave and hate Jiangnan.